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Tobias' P.O.V

I step towards the punching bag, my fists bare of any protection. The bag in front of me is the only way of letting go of my anger, unless I try out my father's methods and use a person instead. But I am not that ruthless and I could never take my anger out on Tori in anyway of physical harm. Thinking about my father makes my blood boil. I hit the bag so hard that my hands start to throb. Then my thoughts zoom to other sources of anger and frustration. The war which I never wanted, but somehow I was thrown into, with a leadership position that I never wanted. Punch. I never wanted leadership… I just wanted Tris. Punch. My father still being able to monopolize my thoughts. Punch. Tris not wanting us to be together. Punch. I exhale deeply. The dauntless congratulatory war party which I should be attending right now, but I am instead in the training room punching a punching bag. Punch.

I look down at my hands to see most of my knuckles split and dripping with blood. I shake my hands out and pull the hem of my shirt up to wipe away the sweat that has collected on my forehead. I grab a drink and head back towards my apartment. I walk quickly towards the small room of which I call home, in hopes of a shower. Instead I am greeted by a smug looking Peter.

"Four! What on earth would you be doing here!" His tone is snarky and expels anger into me.

"I could say the same to you." I say as flatly as I can.

He leans casually against my wall with 'fear god alone' sprawled across it.

I stare at the git – I mean Peter – blankly, thinking of how I will act; yell at him or punch him to a pulp. I want him out of my room. After where I've been, I take the punching option straight away. I move in on him and whisper, "Get the hell out of my room," and punch him straight in the gut. I've knocked the wind out of him and he is gasping for air.

"Oh, Four," he wheezes. "Now that was a mistake."

Five guys, built as big as a house, loom out of the shadows of my apartment. I only recognise one, the biggest one with a shaved head and a lip full of piercings. They circle around me. For a minute, I think about taking them all out, but it looks like it would be a challenge to defeat just one. What the hell is happening here?

"This all wouldn't be happening if you didn't kill my mother. But you did, and now I get to do this." The biggest guy comes towards me, I remember his face trying to stop Murphy as the bullet fired into his serum controlled mother. I try to defend myself but I am out cold from behind before I could even block him.

Tris' P.O.V

As the day drags on, the more worried I become. Peter had pretty much complimented me and I feel like everything that boy does is for a reason, his origin was Erudite after all. What is he planning?

I lay face down, sprawled across my new bed. Thoughts about Peter keep scurrying back into my head. He still shouldn't be able to scare me like this for god sake! After the attack from Al, Peter and Drew, I knew only two things; that Peter was the scum of the Earth and Tobias is the only person I could ever trust. When he fought off my attackers and took me into his arms that night, I just knew he was perfect. Of course he had flaws but could I see them? No.

Distancing myself from Tobias is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do. You can't just stop thinking about someone like that, someone so special to you, even if you try so hard to forget. I was always 'Tris, the little girl who looks like she's twelve'… but not to him, he made me feel bigger, like I was a part of something more. He made me feel like a warrior, a fighter; not a weakling. He sees everything I hate about myself as something unique. I lift my head in sudden realisation.

"I love him, don't I…?" I whisper, barely audible to myself.

I roll over off of my bed and lay silently on the floor, my head buzzing. It's funny how one choice can shape a whole future for instance; if I picked Abnegation on choosing day, I would probably wind up married to a nice young man who only thinks about others. And of course I would pretend to be happy but live my life wondering, 'what if I chose Dauntless?' The biggest thought that haunts me is if I chose Abnegation, I would never have met Tobias. A huge surge of gratefulness overcomes me.

"Tobias," I whisper.

I think of when this happened and the how and everything in between but one thought remains constant, I need to see him. I peel myself off of the floor and decide to put on some suitable clothing. I go for the dauntless blacks, as usual, such a difference from the past years clothes.

As I exit the room, a smile makes its way onto my face. I walk towards his room, only meters from mine. The door to his room is the only thing I look at as I stride straight towards the door.

Tobias' P.O.V

I awake, strapped to a chair, my own chair. It's funny how an object you see every day could be used against you. Both of my hands are zip tied to the chair and my legs are also tied together. My eyes fly open in alert and I purse my lips and glare angrily around me. Peter's face is the first thing I see.

"Who would've thought that Peter, the 'annoying initiation kid' would beat the ALMIGHTY FOUR!" he chuckles.

"You mean one of your minions did, you'd never be strong enough to take me on your own." I snap back, utterly bewildered at why I am tied up by Peter, in my own apartment, in my own chair.

"I guess that's true, but who's the one tied to a chair, Four?" he laughs again. There is so much malice in his voice.

I really would love to rip his head off.

"So you now want to know why you're here?" someone says, I whirl my head trying to see who is talking. Someone paces behind me, the only sound I can hear is their stomping feet.

"You can't remember her can you?" Peter snarks.

Her? Who is her? There can't be a her… there is only Tris.

I crane my neck look up at him then I scowl. I still have no idea who he's talking about.

"Still can't remember her can you!" Peter bellows in front of my face, he doesn't scare me even when he has the authority. Peter slides his hand into his pocket and takes out a small piece of parchment, I'm assuming a photograph of her. He shoves the photo straight at my face and that's when I realise.

"Lilly?" I whisper.

"You guessed it!" Peter says spitting in my face. I try to jump but cant.

I remember who she is. What does she have to do with why I am here? She is not like Peter and tense men. Far to kind for dauntless. A complete opposite. She was beautiful, kind and smart; and I shot her. She had some of the control serum still in her system and the kind hearted girl turned into a killing machine. I had to shoot her to end it all. I had to shoot so many people.

"I don't get why you're not blaming Erudite in all this. It's their fault," I say coolly.

"You shot the bullet, you get the pain. And it's going to be a whole lot worse than dying, I can assure you." Peter says.

I sigh. There's nothing I can do at this point. I haven't felt this powerless since I was a child when my father told me, "This is for your own good Tobias."

Peter's henchmen encircle me again and I brace myself for what is to come. I shut my eyes and feel the first blow by one of the men right on my jaw. I clench my teeth, knowing that if I yell, Peter will just get what he wants. The next punch strikes me right in the ribs. The pain enflames my ribs and works its way throughout my entire body. I scream through my teeth. With each howl I suppress, the more painful it is. By the twelfth hit, I've given up my pride and let out an ear piercing scream. I just keep screaming through each hit. It makes me feel a little better although I can feel the life going out of me, little by little. As I scream, I start to hear screams echoing mine. I stop briefly to hear the screams and sobbing through the door. Once I hear her scream my name, I know I have to scream louder. Peter will hear her too and hurt her worse than before. I won't be able to save her this time and I can't let that happen. After what I counted is the forty- fifth hit, I see Peter leave and then I pass out. Tris.

Tris' P.O.V

That's when I hear the yells. Tobias'.

His agonizing screams echo from wall to wall of the hallway. I run straight towards the door, screaming myself.

"Tobias…" I mutter to myself. In a state of shock. It is a sound I have never heard.

"TOBIAS!" I yell, his screams continue. I feel for the door handle and shake it like a madman in the hopes of entering his room. No such luck. It is rutted in a still, locked position.

"TOBIAS!" I repeat, desperation in my voice. I bang my fists hard against the door, screaming his name over and over again. I beat my knuckles raw against the wooden door. My strength alone would never be enough to open that door. I collapse to the floor in a fit of sobs, still clawing at the door.

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" I screech over the tears. I need help. I pull myself off of the floor, tears in a continuous stream down my face. I run up the hallway, my chest feeling as though someone has set fire to it. I open the first door in view, which so happens to be mine. I yank it shut and mindlessly run to the next door. I open the door to an empty room. I run to the next room achieving the same result. What is it with the Dauntless leaving their rooms unlocked? I keep running opening every door in sight only to be greeted by messy, but of course empty rooms. Where is everybody! I have opened every door in the whole hall and not one contains a single dauntless! I stop suppressing the tears that have built up over the last few minutes, days, weeks and just cry. I rock myself back and forth as the tears keep coming, endlessly down my cheeks. The only comforting thought that helps me is the thought of my mother. I cry. I cry for my mother, I cry for my father, I cry for Christina, I cry for Will, I cry for Al. I cry for the endless list of names that I will never again be able to put to a live face again. I cry for Tobias who is howling, screaming and crying. I cry for Caleb, who doesn't deserve my tears after what he did but nonetheless, I cry.

I need to pull myself together. I clench my fists hard, my fingernails breaking the surface of my skin. I get back up and run back to Tobias. He needs me.