"You sure about this?" Four says, his eyes slightly narrowed.

I take a deep breath in, thinking about my options. I could, in fact, turn and not do this. Or I can see the things I am most fearful of.

I let it out, and decide.

"Yes."

"Would you like to go in it yourself? Or do you want me to come too?" Four asks.

"Is that possible?" I ask surprised. It never came to mind that two people could go into one hallucination.

"Yes. It depends who's simulation it is programmed to." Four replies simply. "It's your choice, though.

I remember how Four and I watched the initiates simulations. "Is it possible that you can't watch this?" I say. "No offense, but I'd rather keep my nightmares to myself."

He frowns. "If that's what you want, fine. The system is set to end, so once all your fears are over, they won't be recorded into our files."

I nod. What else is there to say? Or to think, for the matter?

He nods in response, and takes a needle out from a box. I don't know I got here, just that we climbed a few stairs on the way. He told me about the needles before, that it has two parts.

Four moves my hair out of the way, his fingers gliding over my neck. He plunges the needle on the side of my neck. I croak. Needles don't bother me at all, but it is huge. I can feel the cool liquid enter my veins, and I shiver. Four is too focused to notice.

"It'll start in a few seconds." He whispers. "I'll stay out of the room. I'll be there when you're done." He says, a little reassuringly.

I just nod. I haven't talked in over a minute. He frowns.

"Say something." He demands, quietly.

I shrug. "When will it be over?"

"Once your done with all your fears." He says looking down.

I have to ask as many questions now. I already know how to face a fear, so I can't ask that.

"Once I face all my fears, does that mean I'd be fearless?" I ask. "Like the Dauntless?"

He straightens, looking at me. "No. The Dauntless aren't fearless. They know how to act and what to do when they're scared, and they know how to control it. Your fears may change over time, and you might have that fear disappear as well, but trust me, it is impossible to have no fears." He says sternly.

"Okay." Is all I say to his little outburst. "Is that all?" I ask. Is there something else I should know?

"Yes." He says. "Remember, unlike the simulations, in the fear landscape, you know you are in a simulation, unlike the fear serum."

I nod, and I feel the effects coming.

He pinches his lips. "Tris?"

"Yes?"

"Be brave." Is all he says before the world around me changes.

I feel dizzy. I don't know why. The grass grows around me, until it stops, right at my waist. I am in a huge field. Something is on my shoulder. It is heavy, and fat. I turn, and when I do, a crow peck- hard at my cheeks.

I try taking it off me, but it pierces it's talons into me, and i feel like I am bleeding.

I panic, flailing, until the thing goes away. It doesn't. If anything, it goes further into my skin. I scream through clenched teeth. I look up. All around me, are the wings and talons and beaks of millions of crows, heading toward me. My eyes widen. My feet won't budge.

"Hey!" I scream at my feet. I sob, as the birds engulf me, a cascade of piercing pain.

A bird pecking my legs, One biting my arms. The whole time, the first crow does not leave my shoulder, and squeezes tighter.

I feel weak.

I want them off me.

I relax. What point is there in fighting? I lay there for eternity, when all the helplessness is sickening me, and I jolt up. The crows tear my hair from the back, trying to making my lay down again.I scream in frustration. My very few muscles, clench in anger. I put my hands on the ground.

This is a simulation I think to myself. This is not a real threat.

But the stupid crows break my concentration.

I can't possible be afraid of crows. It has to be something else. But I am to weak to think what it is.

Then it all clicks. I am afraid of being powerless. So what is the opposite of powerlessness?

Power. And I first felt powerful when Four taught me to use a gun.

And the hand I put to the ground becomes metallic and cold.

My gun. Four was right.

I shoot the crow on my shoulder, and it explodes with blood and dark feathers. A few fly away from the loud blow.

I start shooting the others, and they fly away,a ll of them. I feel calmer.

And then something flashes, and everything changes again. Now I see my reflection. My hair is longer now, over my shoulders. It is wavy. I see my too-wide blue eyes, and my long thin nose. I touch it. It isn't a mirror. It is glass.

My feet feel wet. Why are me feet wet? I look down, and water fills the tank.I gulp. It is up to my ankle now. I try breaking the glass.

Something in the back of my head says it won't work. It won't work unless I am calm. I am everything but calm at the moment.

I think back to the last hallucination. I imagined feeling power, and my gun came. What would help me here? The glass is stronger then me. It bounces back with every hit. I try again. The water is on my chest. I breathe deeply, closing my eyes, my hands against the glass.

The glass is stronger. It will be weaker if I will it to do so.

The glass is ice. New, freshly frozen ice. The water is up to my neck, almost taking away my air. It fill the tank. I covered in silky water.

I hit the tank again, and it cracks. As easily as breaking ice.

That's two.

When that thought leaves my mind, something crashes into my back, as hard as concrete.

I am in an ocean. Another wave hits me, bringing me down again. Every time I come back for air, it does it again, teasing me.

Another wave hits my side. I scream, my arms up. I find a jagged rock.

I try desperately to climb it before another wave hits me, and I succeed.

But once I do, I am back into a new fear. My hands are tied with ropes around my body, onto a huge stake. There are logs under me. Someone sets a match and fires it under my feet. I look up to see who it is. It is the man I tried to give those dried sliced apples to the day of the aptitude test. I feel heated, but not from the fire, of anger.

"Well, Stiff." The man says. "I told you to choose carefully. Did you?" He says, and then cackles. More factionless are behind him, laughing as well.

This is fire. The opposite of fire is water. I don't want a cascade of water. I just want a few drizzles to stop the fire. The second I think this, the cloud grays.

The factionless keep laughing. I laugh back, mocking them. "Next time you try burning someone outside with wooden logs tied up to a stake, check the weather forecast." I snap. And the water falls. Just in time, because, I feel the fire burning my toes.I sigh, and let the water wash over me. This is a calming kind of water.

And then I am in another fear.

It is a terrifying panicked fear of kidnappers coming for me.

I sob, as the faceless men open the door. I hide in my closet. I am in Abnegation, I realize, in my parents home, not my own.

I feel helpless again. I remember what I did with the crows. I have down this with four other fears. I feel more confident on what to do now.

I slide a panel back, and find a gun there. As the pale bodies come in, I shoot. I keep shooting, and I feel tears come down.

Simulation. I have to remind myself that.I close my eyes and fire blindly, taking deep breathes. And then a flash. I sigh. Five done.

I hear a click behind my head. I open my eyes. My mother, my gather, and my brother stand in front of me. "Shoot them." a cold hearted voice says. A circular, metal, cold, gun is aimed on my head. "Or I'll shoot you."

This is different from my other fears. It is not terror. It is panic. What I do here will stain my life. Forever.

The cold voice counts down.

I bite my lip.

"It's okay Beatrice." My father says. He nods. He seems so sure, so confident. I never saw my father like that before. My lip trembles, and I bite it harder.

"Beatrice." It is my brother. I gasp. "It's okay." He says nodding understanding.

The cold voice is at five.

I hate my brother for leaving. But I still love him. He is my brother, and I haven't seen him in weeks. Looking at him here, now, with me in this state breaks my heart. I shake my head.

The voice is at three.

My mother nods. "I love you." Is what she says.

I remember when she told me that. In the choosing ceremony, when she knew I wanted to move to a new faction, one where I belong. She told me that when she gave me the necklace. I look at my ankle, where the shining black dauntless flame shimmers, as if it is a real burning flame.

It was a thank you from her, for caring enough to stay for them.

I stayed for my family, for my brother. I know what I will do here, I know what I would do if this was real life.

I close my eyes as the women counts to zero. I lean back, waiting for the blow. I hear the bang, and that is all.

I am back in the room. A sob so powerful comes out of me. It is so powerful, tears spring in, and I fall to my knees. My face contorts, and i crouch into a ball. I wrap my hands around my knees, pulling them to my chest, letting the tears stream past.

"Tris?" I questioning voice says. It could only be Four. He comes up to me, his hand awkwardly on my crouched shoulder. I don't look up.

"Tris." He whispers. "Tris, it's over." He says, his voice wrapping around my name. His hands wrap around my crouched, small body, holding me tightly. I lean into him, because I can not support myself.

I stay like this until I feel calmer, and once I swallow what had happened.

"It's too late to go into the trains, especially in the abnegation sector." Four mumbles. "We should go in the morning."

"Where do I stay now, then?" I ask, wiping the tears out. They stopped falling now.

"With me." Is all he says, before helping me up.

I follow him into his apartment. He closes the door once I am inside, locking the door. He holds my hand and leads me into his room. "You can sleep on the bed." He says. My cheeks warm.

"I can sleep on the floor." I insist, as he puts an extra pillow and blanket on the floor for himself.

"You could." He says. "But you won't." He says with so much force, I know debating is useless. It is ten thirty. I frown. I went into my landscape at ten twenty two.

"How long was I in there?" I ask Four, walking around his bed, before sitting on it, pulling my legs onto it as well.

"Ten minutes. You went through it pretty fast." Four says nodding. His eyes slightly narrowed. "It takes most people twice as long. How many fears did you have?"

I count. "Six."

Four's eyes widen. "Not bad for a Stiff." He says sitting on the floor.

"Thanks." I say rolling my eyes.

"You didn't answer my question on where you got the anklet." Four says, laying his head on the pillow. I lean across the bed so i can look at him.

Like before, I can't bring my mother into this.

I bite the inside of my lip. "I found it on the train." I say, lying.

He glares at me. He knows I'm lying. "If you don't want to tell me you can just tell me that." He says folding his hands up on his stomach.

I frown, and nod. My hand print from earlier is still on his cheek. I washed the paint off and changed right fore going on in the landscape. Four just changed his clothes. "You still have paint on your cheek." I remind him.

"I'm aware of that." He says, yawning. He is tired. I am awake and alert after experiencing true fear. Fear isn't the same as being scared. Fear is a feeling the writhes into the pit of your soul, and brings to the surface who you really are.

"You're not going to wash it off?"

"In the morning." I murmurs. His breathing is becoming slower. I decide not to say anything more. His breathing is even, and I know he is asleep. My hand falls off the side of the bed, and my fingers graze my palm-print on his cheek. I smile remembering the fun I had tonight with the Dauntless-Borns. I turn back on Four's bed, burying my face into his quilt. It smells like him, but faintly.

My eyes droop, knowing that tomorrow, when I go back to the Abnegation sector, a part of me will miss what happened to me during dinner. But the other part of me will cherish how much I love my parents.

And the other part will wish Caleb was here to join us.