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"Good day," Natalie said, shaking the hand of the Dauntless woman. "I hope we got here on time. We got delayed by a fire hydrant issue."

Sometime after the "house arrest", Natalie had led Sarah, Shimea, Rebekah, and me to an abandoned building in some obscure, uninhabited neighborhood. Actually, I think it was the Dauntless neighborhood, and it simply appeared uninhabited because Dauntless folks spend most of their entire day at their headquarters. Actually, I think most Dauntless folks live in the headquarters. They're rather social individuals, even more so than Amity and Abnegation.

"Don't worry about punctuality," the woman said. "I always ask people to come earlier than I expect them. You see, my brother was always late to everything, until the dreadful day he was late to a class taught by the strictest teacher in school."

"Was that Mr. Moyer?" Natalie inquired. "It's funny to think that only last year he retired. Deep down inside, he really was a nice man."

"He taught that long?!" The woman shuddered. "I'm jealous of this year's kids. There was no nice bone in his body at the least!"

Natalie laughed goodnaturedly.

"Kids," she said, "this is Tori Wu. Tori, meet Rebekah, Sarah, Shimea, and Geb. They are the volunteers I told you about."

"Hm." Tori studied each of us for a moment. "They look like a decent bunch. Still, you can never guess what someone's like these days. Anyway, we'll go over details and stuff once my partner in crime gets here."

We all sat down on beat-up couches and armchairs. Meanwhile, Tori talked.

"Normally, I just run the tattoo parlor," she said. "I like making people hideous. Personally, though, I'm too vain to allow myself to be touched with ink. Still, every year, I help run Aptitude Tests for the school."

"I recognize you as the one who administered mine," Rebekah said.

"Oh… Right! You were the really nervous girl whose socks kept falling down. I remember you. How's it been going lately? You made a comment that your asthma was really acting up."

Rebekah laughed.

"I've been doing great," she said. "And, also, my respiratory system has gotten considerably stronger. It's a miracle, most definitely."

Just then, the front door of the abandoned building opened.

"I'm here," a Dauntless man said.

I recognized him! He was the guy who helped me break up the fight in the marketplace!

Natalie said, "It's good to see you again, Tob- I mean, Four."

The man, Four, sat down in a ratty armchair.

"Good to see you, too, Natalie," he said. He looked at my friends and me. "And good to see you-all."

Sarah said, "Wow… Four. You've sure gotten muscley. I remember I used to think you'd wither away. I always wanted to offer to share my lunch with you everyday. It's good to see you're being well-fed and kept in shape."

Four looked somewhat embarrassed. I took that to mean he wasn't fond of charity, or anyone mothering him, for that matter.

Sarah then asked, "By the way, how's Lynn?"

"Lynn's alright," Four said. "Still uses Uriah as a punching bag."

He and Sarah laughed.

"So," Tori said, "here's the deal: You four are consenting to making your homes safe houses for any Divergents who require help. With this responsibility, you must be fully aware of the risks. Jeanine Matthews is watching every faction, especially Abnegation, constantly. She won't stop searching for Divergents till every single one of them is gone. For years, she's stayed out of Abnegation and Amity, not actively rooting out people, but that could change any day. That's why it's so important to help whoever comes to you for safety to assimilate properly within your faction. As long as Jeanine or her lackies can't tell the differences between each Abnegationer, you'll have a better chance at people actually being hidden. So, for example, if a Candor smart mouth ends up with you, make sure she or he knows to shut up. If an Amity ends up with you, tell them to stop singing and not smile so widely because it's distracting."

Four said, "Whenever someone's getting sent over to ya, which could be frequent or not depending on the situations, Tori or I will be sure to send you a telegram ahead of time saying they're coming. That way, you'll know to get the beds ready and set the table for an extra or whatever it is you do to make yourselves all fluffy and cozy."

Tori said, "Added to that, try to make sure your faction knows ahead of time that there'll be a new member. Both Abnegation and Amity are known for their 'working together' ethics, so all safe houses are required to let their faction realize that there'll be an extra helping hand."

They both talked on about certain details of the entire operation. Apparently, they were the only two Dauntless members who were apart of this underground system, and Tori had been working on it by herself for quite a while until Four showed up.

Just as we were all about to leave and go our separate ways, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Four, are you related to Marcus Eaton by any chance?"

Four got a look of dread and horror on his face- a very unDauntless characteristic, if I do say so myself.

"What makes you think that?" he asked rigidly.

I realized what a terrible mistake I'd made, asking that question.

"Um…" I said. "Your eyes? They're the same exact color. Also, your guttural vocal quality."

"Geb," Natalie said, "asking extremely personal questions can often be self-indulgent. Be careful what comes out of your mouth…"

Four said to me, "Listen, you crooked-nosed nail-biter: I didn't come here to exchange stories about my life. In the same way, I don't wanna hear about yours. So there."

With that, he left the house.

"He's sometimes like that," Tori explained. "Always got some sort of inner drama going on. But he's perfectly nice and kind. Ah, who am I kidding? He's not really nice at all. He's caring, though." Just as she was about to go out the door, she said, "Oh, and Geb! Marcus is Four's father."

That night, at the dorm house, right before bed, Shimea explained to me a few things about Four. We were both looking out the bedroom window at the night sky. Downstairs, the rest of the fellas were still chattering away in the parlor, too absorbed in their conversation to realize that Cindy would soon holler at them to stop staying up so late.

"Four's birth name is Tobias," Shimea explained. "His mom, Evelyn, is long gone. I remember going to her funeral, and being too young to know where she went. I still don't know where she went, because there was no coffin or urn to be seen, no burial. Anyway, I remember Four from school, but he never really talked that much to anyone. I guess his home life wasn't all that good. Rumor has it his father was very physically abusive, which made poor Four scared to get to be close to anyone. I always felt sorry for him."

"So, was he a troublemaking loner?" I asked. "Or, was he just a wallflower?"

"He was more the wallflower type; he never was much into causing trouble. I mean, he did have one friend who I remember. I saw him hanging about with some Amity kid quite often. Another wallflower. The two of them were good at escaping attention, knowing full well that a friendship between folks of different factions would cause a stir."

"An Amity kid? Hm… Four doesn't seem the sort who would like anyone from Amity."

"Oh, but you could tell he really liked this boy! Even someone as oblivious as I am could figure out that Four had deep feelings for his one and only friend. His friend, though, never seemed to figure that out, thinking it was purely platonic or fraternal.

"Anyways, when Four transferred to Dauntless, it caused quite an uproar. Instantly, there was an article in The Nosies all about it. It even ended up on the front cover, though not as the main story. The main story was about a puppy finally finding a good home after enduring the torture of a dog-eating pet shop owner.

"Back to Four, though. He really is a stony cold person, rarely smiling, rarely talking. Before today, he only once talked to me, and that was to tell me my barn door was open. During school projects, I would sometimes work with Dauntless kids, and all the Dauntless girls would talk about him and how cute he is despite his ears- the ears really threw them off- and all the Dauntless boys would talk about how he doesn't attend social events. At first, I thought that meant he was just a happy introvert, until I remembered how he acted in Abnegation. Apparently, the only times he comes out of his apartment are during initiation season, since he's some sort of instructor. Other than that, he has his few friends deliver him his food and laundry."

"What does he do in his apartment all day?"

Shimea shrugged.

"The Dauntless leaders allow him to live like that, though," he said. "One Dauntless fella told me that Four was one of the best initiates, so he gets doted on somewhat."

"How much of these rumors do you think are actually true? I mean, gossip is kind of a not-so-sturdy grapevine…"

"All I know for certain is the stuff before he transferred. Since I don't hang about in the Dauntless neighborhood, I don't know whether or not its denizens have told me the truth. Maybe they're all just jealous of him so they're spreading horrible lies. It's quite possible."

All the same, I'm glad I don't have to enjoy Four to work with him. If I could only work well with people I liked, then I would have officially resigned and become a couch potato. Still, I shouldn't judge. People like Four are just another opportunity to be nice to someone.

The next day, at the synagogue, I stayed inside the sanctuary for a little while after the service. Everyone else had gone outside, where tables were set up, for the potluck. It was the first Saturday this whole summer that hadn't been too hot to eat under the sun, and everyone had been waiting for this day for a long time.

I walked towards one of the side walls of the sanctuary. Tacked to one section were countless pieces of paper, with countless names.

"Sad, isn't it?" a deep voice said.

Turning around, I was face to face with Dov, the rabbi.

"What are all those names?" I asked. "Why would you just randomly tack up someone's name on a wall?"

"Those aren't random," Dov said. "That's the point. They're put up there on the wall to help us remember. Those there are the names of dead ancestors who went through the horrors of the Holocaust, the time centuries ago when that man Hitler, may his name be stamped out forever, ordered countless millions to be put to death."

"Why would… Who would… How could anyone order millions to die?"

"That's the point. It doesn't make sense, and it's unethical. That's why we keep these names up here. Any time, if you find out you had an ancestor who in any way endured Hitler's persecution, don't be afraid to add that name to our collection over here. We don't want people to forget that there are true human monsters out there."

I thought a moment.

I then said, "What if it was breaking the law?"

"What?"

"What if it was breaking the law to protect a persecuted person? What if someone was ordered to be killed for no good reason whatsoever? Would it be good to hide that person?"

"Under a truly tyrannical government, there will be many moments when you will have to face that moral dilemma. Whether you choose to obey the law or choose to help the innocents, it's up to you. As a member of the government faction, it's socially acceptable for me to tell you to obey your leaders, that they know best. But, we don't know if tomorrow's politicians will be as kind as today's. When someone's life and civil rights are on the line, do what you know to be the most moral solution."

I was silent for a moment. It was then, for a brief second, an image came into my mind. I saw a beautiful mountain range, full of trees and vegetation. The sun was just peaking over the eastern ridges, and a blue mist was carpeting the entire area. I recognized it as one of my ancestral homes. But… None of my ancestors were there. Someone had forced them to move away, killing one third of their people's population. Somehow, someway, I just knew all this, and the reality of what happened struck me as the vision left.

"Never again," I muttered.

With new resolve, I didn't care about the risks. I knew that it was my duty. I just knew it.

I, Geb Sequoyah Whiteeagle of Amity and Abnegation, will provide help for Divergents.

page break! because I don't want to stop the chapter right here, despite my totally epic one-liner!

The final initiation ceremony was just around the corner. It was hard to believe that I'd been in Abnegation for about a month. I couldn't tell if I remembered getting here just like yesterday or just like years ago. So much, and so little, had happened.

Natalie had a good, long argument with Cindy and John about whether or not I should pass initiation. Cindy and John really hate me, truly and deeply hate me. But, Natalie won that argument. Thank goodness.

A couple nights before the ceremony, I was at Susan and Robert's house. The three of us were in Robert's room.

Robert opened his dresser drawer, and pulled out a tiny box.

"Good thing Mom and Dad don't rummage through my stuff," he said. "They'd flip if they knew I had this."

He handed the box to me.

"Open this," he said. "I know you'd like to have it."

Opening the box, a smile came across my face.

"It's beautiful," I said in awe, putting on the necklace that was tucked snugly in the box. It was made out of wooden beads, and had a wooden pendant engraved with minute carvings. "I remember having lots of jewelry back in Amity- mostly necklaces and bracelets. It will feel good to wear a necklace under my shirt- it'll be a constant reminder that I still have a home in Amity."

"We were wanting to get you a pair of earrings we saw," Susan said, "but those aren't as easy to hide while wearing as a necklace."

"I'm glad that those nasty holes in my skin have healed up," I said. "I don't want to go back to having piercings. What you got me is perfect. Thank you."

Susan and Robert smiled. They then each hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Hey!" a voice said, laughing. "Susan, don't go stealing my man!"

"Caleb!" Susan said, giggling. "I didn't know you'd be coming."

"You're not the only ones who have an initiation gift for Geb," Caleb said.

Caleb handed me a small bundle the shape of a rectangular solid wrapped in wallpaper.

I opened it.

"Oh, my word!" I said. "Where'd you find this, Caleb? I haven't read this in so long!"

It was my favorite book. My absolute favorite book. I'd read it so many times it fell apart.

"What book is it?" Robert asked.

I replied, "Resurgent, by Veronica Roth. It's about a young man who leaves his family in the pursuit of knowledge. It goes from him being orphaned, to his overlord forcing him to almost execute his sister, to his near death as a sacrifice for the greater good. I won't tell you all the plot-twists, since spoilers aren't fun." I smiled at Caleb. "Thank you. Now, I have two wonderful gifts that will remind me of Amity, and also will remind me of you guys. You've all been so kind to me. Again, thank you."

We all did a group hug.

I love my friends.

I should have left this chapter on a cliff-hanger. Whatever. Reviews, please! Favorites, follows, nice comments, also, please! Have yourselves a jolly good tide! :)