Hello everyone! Here's a bit of a shorter update to close off the end of OQMovieWeek! As you'll see, I do have a bit of a ways to go before the end of this story, and therefore am definitely intent of continuing it even after this event week. And there's a very high chance that it'll be a part of OQ Update Month coming up in April ;)

I want to thank everyone again so much for all your support, all of your lovely comments! It's you guys who keep me motivated and writing, and I'm just grateful beyond words!

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'll warn you, it's an angsty one!


His feet pound the pavement as he makes his way through Dauntless's dark corridors. Heart rate pumping, Robin jogs this way and that, rounding each corner. Just up ahead, he spots the Pit come into view. It's empty this time, save for Tink, Will, and Mulan who stand gathered at the center, all conversing quietly.

"Hey!" Robin calls out, approaching them.

Tink looks up, wearing a strange expression. It's almost as if she's grimacing at the sight of him. This unnerves Robin as he continues to jog towards them. But suddenly, he's colliding into something with a groan. Blue eyes widening, he pushes a hand against what appears to be a clear glass pane that separates him from his friends. On the other side, he sees Mulan leaning towards Tink. She whispers something in her ear, to which the blonde laughs aloud, the sound strange, like she's cackling.

Suddenly, there's a whooshing at his feet and Robin looks down with a gasp. Water pours over his feet, streaming down from a singular pipe that's now fitted into the apparent glass box in which he stands. Heart beginning to race, Robin presses his hands against the glass, banging his palms against it as he cries to his friends who do nothing but stand around.

"Shit!" He curses as he punches the glass once… twice. But it remains steadfast, not even a small crack.

With the water now up to his hips, Robin sucks in a breath, sinking beneath the surface in hopes to find something—a lever—anything. But there's nothing, solely the pipe that continues to mercilessly spew water. Becoming desperate, Robin grabs the thing with both hands, trying to yank the pipe clean from the glass walls. But it doesn't budge.

Gasping aloud, Robin breaks the surface of the water, panicking as the water level is now so high that he can hardly stand on his toes. Just a few inches from the top of the box, Robin gasps for air as the water draws higher and higher… up to his chin, his lips, and finally over his nose. And he has no choice but to submerge himself once more. Suspended now in a tank full of water, Robin looks wildly around for any last resort. But there's nothing, absolutely nothing.

Helplessly, Robin looks out towards the Pit, only to find that he's surrounded by darkness and can see no further than his reflection that's cast against the cold and unforgiving glass. And that's when it hits him.

"This isn't real," his reflection says, staring straight into his eyes.

Bubbles float from Robin's lips as he parts them, extending a hand towards the glass once more. He taps his finger against the pane. And instantly, a crack appears. Another tap, and the crack widens, large tendrils spreading over the glass. A third tap and the glass is bursting, throwing Robin forward with such force as water surges forth.

Robin sits up, gasping for air as that calm hand once again grasps his shoulder, steadying him. Looking up, he can see Roni standing over him, observing him with eyes distant and emotionless. Since her conversation with Mr. Gold, Robin had noticed the change in her demeanor as she became more withdrawn, even from him. It worries Robin as well as saddens him to see her so upset when he can do nothing to help. It worries him because he fears that she might be in some kind of trouble.

Silently, Roni lifts her hand and moves towards a chair next to his. She takes a seat, leaning her body forward towards him, elbows resting on her knees. Her eyes scrutinize Robin, a cold and calculating look.

"How'd you do that?"

Robin simply frowns.

"Don't look at me like that," Roni snaps, "How did you break the glass?"

Robin shakes his head. "I don't know," he answers truthfully, "I just did it."

Pushing off her knees, Roni crosses her arms and leans against the back of the chair. Robin swallows hard, glancing down at his hands that lay limply on his lap.

"What were your test results?"

Robin's heart skips a beat, but he does an impressive job in not showing it. He remains silent.

"You know what I'm talking about," Roni growls, her voice dark and menacing.

"Abnegation," Robin says quickly, looking to her. "It was Abnegation."

Roni scoffs, shaking her head. Loose ringlets dance about her cheeks. "I don't think so," she states.

"What?"

"I think you're lying to me."

Robin lifts his shoulders. "Why would I lie to you?"

Ignoring his question, Roni raises her chin. "I'll ask you one last time," she says, a dangerous look in her eye. It's downright frightening, and he's once again reminded of her nickname. "What were your test results? Dauntless do not break the glass like that and you know it."

Sighing, Robin shakes his head. No matter how badly he wants to tell her, he's smart enough to know the price of doing so, especially if she has an apparent special connection to the authorities… to Gold. But there's that uneasy feeling, however, that tells him that she knows exactly what is going on and who he is.

"Abnegation."

Roni shakes her head. "You don't understand the danger you've just put yourself in," she says.

"I think I do," Robin murmurs.

"No. No, you don't." Roni shakes her head again, suddenly coming to stand. "You'll train with Graham from now on," she states, heading to the door.

"What? No!" Robin pushes himself off the seat. Briskly, he walks towards her, stepping in her path in front of the door. "Why do you always have to run away?"

"You don't understand."

"Roni.."

"Let me leave!" She steps to the side, only for Robin to stand in her way once again.

"No!"

Roni's eyes widen. "I don't have to tell you anything," she hisses. "I owe you no explanation."

"I think you do if you're suddenly telling me that I can no longer train with you," Robin snarls, his blood beginning to boil.

"You can't be around me. I've told you this time and time before."

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Because what?! What are you scared of?!"

"That I can kill you!" Roni yells, her chest heaving up and down. "That I'm supposed to kill you!"

Robin looks her square in the eye, clenching his jaw. "Then, why don't you?" The words are past his lips before he can even register them. "Those are the orders, aren't they? The orders Mr. Gold gave you?" He steps into her space, unfaltering even as she stands before him, beginning to shake with newfound anger at the realization that he knows.

"Kill me then," Robin says, "I give you my consent. You won't have to feel guilty about this one." He's past the point of no return now. If she knows, it's only a matter of time until the rest do.

Roni lowers her chin. And when Robin thinks that her expression can't turn any more sinister, her lip curls and her eyes glaze over with a darkness that only one would see in a true predator's gaze. It's as if she loses herself completely.

Before Robin can even register what is happening, his back slams against the door with a loud thud. Her hand, once so tender and reassuring, now wraps around his neck like chains of steel. And he gasps for air, gags, chokes. But her grip tightens even further until he's practically paralyzed. Eyes watering, Robin's face turns a bright red as the veins in his neck bulge. He clenches his jaw as he tries as hard as he can to keep focus on Roni's face. Lungs burn for air, but he does not fight back.

Roni's brow is furrowed as she continues the assault. But, in a matter of seconds, what once was a look of pure evil suddenly morphs into an expression of pure desperation, of horror… of fear. And her hand falls from his neck.

Robin gasps aloud, sliding down the door as he doubles over, large sobbing coughs wracking his entire body as he presses a hand to his neck. Through his watery gaze, he looks over to where Roni too appears collapsed on the ground. She sits leaning against the base of the chair in which he sat, head in her hands. He can see her shoulders shake ever so slightly.

Taking in one long breath, he crawls over to her, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her small form. Roni turns slowly, gazing at him with wide, glistening eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She looks so lost—not the strong, confident, brave woman he'd known all this time. But now he understands. As he holds her tightly to him, burying his nose into the thick curls of her hair, Robin has come to realize what's behind the stone-cold barriers that she builds around herself. For what lies concealed beneath a hardened exterior is that fear, that hopelessness, that horrific feeling of being trapped and left with nowhere to go and no idea as to what to do. And Robin knows exactly what that is like.