Okay, a friendly warning here. I nearly cried writing the end of this chapter xD You will see why. There is Fourtris in this, but mostly Petris. The Insurgent movie has really inspired me to do my best and keep these characters... in character :P Please enjoy this one

I look down at my hands and clench the gun I am holding as tightly as I can. It has been a long time since I grasped one of those. It feels alien and heavy. My knuckles turn white as I try not to drop it. Peter gives me a nudge to snap me out of my thought train.

"Hey," he says. "Don't drift off like that." I look up at his serious face and nod quickly.

"I'm sorry," I trail off as he strokes my good cheek. He leans down and kisses me briefly.

"Stay here and watch the screens," he hands me a device what looks like a radio. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head.

"No, I'm coming with you," I lift my gun up slightly. Something tells me that I will never get what I want when Peter is involved.

"No, you're not. It's safer here," he explains. "I want you to tell me where they are heading. Press this button," he points to a large button on the side of the device, "and talk to me. Just stay in the room."

"Where are you going?" I ask, panic in my voice.

"This is my job," he says. "Just please don't walk out of that door." He kisses me one last time and leaves. I stand looking at the door Peter closed behind him. That is until his voice on the radio makes me jump. I hold it up to my mouth.

"Peter?" I cry.

"Tris, tell me what you see!" His voice sounds through the holes in the device. I gasp when I hear muffled gunshots and run up to the screens. There is nobody outside anymore, so I look down at the screens of the cameras in the buildings.

"Two men, heading to the control room," I answer quickly. They are all wearing masks, so I wouldn't know who it was. I start panicking when Peter doesn't reply.

"Peter!" I yell into the radio after pressing the button. There is white noise before my device beeps and Peter answers.

"Where are they?" His voice is lowered. I calm down slightly and continue looking at the screens. Suddenly, all at once, they go black. I widen my eyes before shaking my head.

"I think they cut the power," I whisper when I realise that my surroundings have gone silent. The radiator next to the door isn't humming and the lights have gone off. "Peter?" I smack the radio as it dies and whimper quietly.

Whoever we are dealing with must be smart. I wouldn't be surprised if those people were from Erudite.

I take a deep breath and click the bullets into place before turning on my torch light and walking towards the door. It opens with a quiet creak and I push it gently. Everything is pitch black. Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and try to listen for any sounds of human presence. I hear nothing but low, muffled voices on the other side of the wall. Opening my eyes, I let my torch light guide me through the never-ending corridors.

All of a sudden, I hear a loud gunshot behind me. I gasp and move faster to the end of the hall, leaning against a wall when I am far enough. The gunshot was way too close. I take a deep breath and hold my gun in place before spinning around and firing at a figure I can barely make out. There is a loud groan and a thud. I sigh in relief when the groaning continues, knowing that I didn't kill the culprit.

I follow the voice and lean down next to the body. While shining the light on the face, I peel the mask off roughly. I don't recognise him. He has dark skin and a couple of tattoos on his face. I look down to see him bleeding arm and shove him against the floor roughly. "Who are you?"

He doesn't answer, but continues panting. He squints his eyes to try and make out the features of my face which are hidden due to the light. "Answer me," I get impatient and punch his face. I have not done that in a long time.

When I hear more gunfire I gasp slightly and straighten my back. "Tris Prior?" The man speaks.

I realize that I dropped my flashlight and scramble across the floor to pick it up again. The man sits up and grabs my arm tightly. "We know what you did," I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off, "She's here! Tris Prior is here!"

I gasp and try to get to my feet, but he has a good grip on my arm. Out of panic, I raise my gun and shoot him in the head. I hear approaching footsteps and yells. Immediately, I jump up to my feet and start to run wherever my legs are taking me. They are shaky, so it takes me a few moments to regain my balance.

Who are those people? Why are they after me?

I run along a corridor, yanking at every door handle there is. When one of them works, I fly into the room and slam the door behind me. I hadn't noticed now rapid my breath is. I am trying to stabilize it as I stare at the door and listen to the distant yells.

A warm hand covers my mouth and I scream into it, thrashing on instinct. I am about to use my elbow to jab the person behind me but I am pressed into the figure. "Shh, Tris, it's me," I close my eyes and calm down once I hear his voice. He drops his hand.

I turn around and see Peter staring at me. He looks worried, panicked and angry at the same time. I don't care if he yells at me for coming out of the room. I throw my arms around his neck and gasp against his chest. The smell is all too familiar and I am left hyperventilating with overwhelm.

He rubs my back reassuringly. I ignore the sting that I feel and hug him tighter. I concentrate on the hasty thudding of boots outside the door and hold my breath. They all run past.

"Tris," he whispers quietly. "We need to go now."

"Who are they?" I expect him to shrug his shoulders and tell me that he is clueless but he doesn't. And that is worse.

"They are looking for you," his whisper tickles my cheek. "We will talk about this later; right now we need to go." He pushes me away gently to look into my eyes and I nod obliviously. "Cover me."

I nod again and follow him as he walks past me. I get my gun ready and dart out of the door after him. The flashlight on his belt lights the corridors as we run after the culprits. I jump when Peter starts shooting and press my back against his. I see a silhouette and shoot at it once, watching it fall to the ground. That's two people I've murdered today.

I run after Peter when I feel him leave me and look down at the floor. The men in masks lay dead, their arms and legs in odd positions. I step over their bodies and run after Peter.

"I think we're done," he calls out to me. I look up at him and nod slightly. He glances at me, pressing his lips together. "Are you alright?"

I nod again and clear my throat as if to tell him I haven't lost my voice. He smiles at me slightly, and rubs my arm. I notice how hard I've been clutching the gun and loosen my grip slightly. I hear the pounding of feet from behind Peter and we turn around in unison, our guns ready. I sigh when one of Peter's colleagues emerges from around the corner.

"You two okay?" his voice is deep. I let Peter answer for me as I lower my gun. Everything happens so fast that my mind is not physically capable of keeping up with reality. "Look out!"

I groan when Peter slams me against a wall to protect me from gunfire. The force makes me drop my weapon and clutch Peter's shoulders instead. There is the sound of bullets whizzing through the air before everything goes silent. Peter turns around first, and then me. Both men are dead. The guy who kissed my hand fired just in time to save everyone but himself.

Peter seems lost at first but when he realizes what happened he runs up to his colleague and shakes him in an attempt to wake him up. I whimper and cover my mouth. I hear him uttering his name, but it is too late.

Suddenly, the lights turn back on and I lean against the wall for support. There are a dozen of men scattered around the floor. I see it clearer now. Blood stains the white tiles of the building and drips onto the floor. It's a bloodbath.

I gather up my courage and limp over to Peter slowly. He stands up when he feels my hand on his shoulder and clears his throat. We hear more men running towards us, only this time the footsteps are more familiar. Most of them gather around their dead friend while one comes up to me to interrogate me about the attack.

"Leave her," Peter says, pushing him away. "I need to take you home."

"Are you coming with me?" Peter nods and extends his arms towards me. I hug him without objection and look over his shoulder. Everyone gets busy inspecting the bodies on the ground. They pull their masks off first. I don't recognise anybody.

"They're the rebels," one of them calls out, holding up what looks like an ID card. I feel Peter turn and unwrap my arms from around him.

I wipe my hands on my pants as I walk into Peter's apartment. I feel warm blood on them, even though it isn't there. I look down at my clothes to see that they are stained with red. It must be from the time I leaned down to try and communicate with the rebel.

One of the men informed me of the attack. Apparently, they were getting regular. The rebels only want to keep the fence up. They are devoted to the faction system and would not let the major part of society take over so easily. As I thought, most of them originated from Erudite; the others were Dauntless. But the part that knocked the only emotions I had out of me was that they were planning to execute the spark of it all. The spark of the revolution: me.

It was just their luck that they found me in that building so early on in their mission.

"There will always be people like this, Tris," Peter says behind me, "Nobody will ever be safe no matter what we do."

"That is why I'm so scared," I turn to face him and give him a sad look. "They will come after you, Peter. Why can't you just hate me like you did?"

"I never hated you," he says. I put a hand over my face as he takes me into his arms. "Don't. I am not leaving you. Don't even try to persuade me," I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent.

"I just want you to realise by yourself that you will be better off-"

"I said stop," his voice is more firm. He cups my face in his hands and makes me look at him. "I am not leaving you. I'm not going to-," This time I interrupt him.

"People have died because of me! I am actually willing to let you go for you to be safe! Why are you not letting me?!" I push his hands away and groan quietly.

"Because you are too important!" he yells back. I am not in the mood for this. I know exactly how it will end up. He will be confessing his love to me and I will accept it and forget about everything.

"I'm going to shower," I say as I slide my button-down off. To my surprise he stays quiet.

The mascara has leaked all over my face in the shower. I stand near the mirror, washing it off. It looks too horrendous, like I've been crying black evil. After my face is clean I hesitate before peeling off the plaster on my cheek. I see that my wound has healed up nicely, leaving only a pale pink scar. I look down at the white plaster and notice that it is stained with red. Carelessly, I toss it into the trash.

I dry myself slowly before putting on my underwear and one of Four's shirts. I think this is the only one I have. I wish it still smelled like him, put all the scent has faded away. My hair is still damp but I am too tired to care. I just want this to be over. All of the killings.

I walk out of the bathroom and switch the light off behind me. The lamp on the nightstand near Peter's bed is on but Peter himself is nowhere to be seen. I run a hand through my hair and walk over to the bed. Just as I get in, Peter walks into the room with what looks like a bottle of wine in his hand.

I glance from him to the bottle. The scene in front of me seems so random that I cover my face and burst out laughing. I blame it on the hysteria. Why am I laughing? Peter sits next to me on the bed and places the bottle in my lap. "Surprise,"

This makes me laugh even harder. I squeal and slump back onto the bed, shutting my eyes as I laugh. Peter starts laughing too. It makes the scar on my cheek hurt to the point where I'm sure that it will split open again. I clutch the bottle and roll over onto my side, letting my shoulders shake.

I don't know what happened afterwards but we certainly ended up drinking all of the wine. I don't know how Peter could resist getting into my pants when I was so drunk. Maybe he is still waiting for the right moment.

I lay on top of him, playing with his shirt. My head is spinning. I feel so much better.

"Is that Four's shirt?" he asks. I look up at him and nod. The alcohol seems to make me admit to things faster. Maybe this is why he got me drunk. "Are you still in love with him?"

I don't know, am I? I know for sure that I did love him.

"Mmm, I don't know," I slur, patting his abdomen. He smirks down at me and plays with my hair.

"He asked me to look after you," he admits. I drop my smile and stare up at him.

"What?" I whisper.

"It's true," he shrugs a shoulder. "Before he died, he made me promise. I was confused by why he would trust me to look after you. You. I could have just taken off."

I stare up at him in shock and raise my head slightly. Peter notices the look I'm giving him and blinks slowly as if to say that he is sorry.

"We both knew that you wouldn't just leave him there. So I dragged you out of that room. While the death serum was activated." My heart pounds and my hands shake.

I start recalling the night. I was next to Tobias with his head in my lap. There were the sounds of alarm everywhere. His blood was spilled all around him. My tears were dropping onto his chest as I waited for the death serum to fill the room.

David was unconscious in the corner of the room after I had knocked him out with the butt of my gun. "Tris, you have to leave," Tobias whispered. I let myself cry as much as I wanted because I knew that this was the end.

"You die, I die too," I sobbed. He was shaking his head and clutching my arm tightly. That is when Peter ran into the room.

"Oh, great," he said. I barely noticed his presence as I was waiting for death.

"Peter," Tobias called. His voice was weak. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and then down as he swallowed his blood. I couldn't look at anyone else. I just wanted to savour this last moment I had, and I was happy because this moment was going to be shared with Four.

"This place is about to blow, are you guys nuts?" Peter complained behind me. I didn't notice how but Tobias got him to lean next to him on the floor. I watched as he talked even though I couldn't register what he was talking about.

Suddenly, I felt Peter grab me from behind and lift me into the air. I watched the life leave Four's face when his head tiled to the side. Rage filled me and I started kicking my legs as Peter dragged me out of the room. "No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Let me go!" I was determined that I was not going to live with this. I knew that I wouldn't be able to survive with the image of Four's dead body in the back of my mind all the time.

"I'm saving your ass, Stiff!" I received a blow to the side of my body and groaned. Before I knew it, the door to the room has sealed shut and the dark mist started filling the air. I screamed and slammed my hands against the door, repeating Four's name as I watched him being engulfed in the smoke.

To this day, the memory lives in the back of my mind. I tried not to remember it but now that Peter told me what happened, I am speechless.

I feel the hot tears stream down my face as Peter finishes telling me what really happened. His face is serious as he tries to dry my face with his thumb.

"Why did you do it? Saved my life, knowing that you could have been killed?" As soon as I ask, I wish I hadn't. Now, I have to hear him say those words. I know that as soon as they are out, nothing will ever be the same.

"Because I love you."

*jumps behind the couch and waits for readers to throw stuff at me* This is too cute. Please review xD