Eric's POV

Age: 24

Everything was quiet in Dauntless, since everyone else was in bed and sleeping away the aches and pains of training. Only I was wide awake, since too many things were plaguing my mind. I needed to walk around, I needed to breathe. My apartment, as nice as it was, was not cutting it when it came to space. So I decided to walk around the area of Dauntless where we trained the initiates, having me not do anything else but shove my hands in my pockets and let my mind spill over with everything that was plaguing me: The disappearances of the initiates and other Dauntless, the suspicious Erudite and how they were playing innocence, and of course.

Her.

It was still bad enough for me, to see her green eyes in my mind and to hear her voice when I sleep. It was in fact a ghost to me now, a beautiful ghost that made me wish I could stay in my dreams forever. In my dreams, she was there, and I was holding her close to my, never letting her go. But reality would slip in, and I would wake up, and she would be gone. It made me dread days, and want to go back to sleep just to see her.

The whole training facility was dead quiet, dark and eery for me as I walked through the hallways and over to the chasm. I found myself here in this place every once in awhile, needing the huge space and the depth below to feel how small I am. I hopped down on the walkway, feeling my feet dangle below me as I rested my arms on one of the bars, looking ahead of me and seeing nothing. Normally I would be barking orders and telling initiates how to live and breathe the Dauntless lifestyle, yet I was living the lie myself since I was finding myself more soft and less of a threatening guy. Hiding it was easy, but after awhile it would threaten to slip out.

"Eric." I head over to my left, having me almost jump and look to see who it was that spoke out in the darkness. I rolled my eyes, wanting to grimace: Four. He looked at me with a hint of annoyance, as to why I was out here by myself, but I saw a lace of worry in his face as he walked over to stand next to me, looking down at me while I sat on the hallway plank.

"What do you want, Four." I growled at him.

"I wanna to know why you're not sleeping, since we have a big physical test tomorrow with initiates." Four reminded me, showing his hands in his jacket pockets. I shifted a bit in my spot.

"Why would you care, you're not my protector nor are you my mother." I sneered back, seeing him shift from one foot to another with his weight.

"Look, I don't want to pick fight with you…" he started.

"Then back off Four." I warned him, but he pressed on.

"But Max can see something's wrong with you." I paused, not threatening him anymore as I looked down at his feet for a brief moment, "And I can see it too. It's nothing to do with the initiates, since you have never given a rat's ass for them. It's something else, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said in a scoff to him.

"Bullshit." He snapped back at me, having me now glare at him and seeing him stare at me with a cold stare, the same kind I would give him from time to time. He must of perfected it from seeing it on me for the past couple of years.

"Listen, I don't wanna have a fight with you at 3 in the morning and get your pretty face jacked up for the initiates to see, so I am warning you—" I started with him, pointing my finger at him and getting ready to tell him off. But he beat me to the punch, saying one thing that made me feel as though a bomb dropped in my heart.

"Wendy, right?" He asked me in a amused but serious tone. I froze, finger in the air almost touching his leg, and everything around me felt slow. He knew, he knew about her. How was that even possible? I then slowly lowered my hand, wrapping my arms around the bar in front of me and looked back into the darkness, as if I was a robot to had a restart.

"It's about Wendy, isn't it Eric?" he asked me, pushing the subject that was killing my heart. I gripped the bra in front of me so hard I knew I could rip it off if I could, "I know how you looked at her when we were on patrol years ago, back in Amity. It was clear to me that you knew her."

"I loved her." I snapped at him, my voice echoed in the chasm and made it sound so thundering like a storm. Silence fell in, after hearing the echo of my outburst in the chasm and I closed my eyes in both pain and anger. I breathed in and out heavily, trying to control my anger and I pictured her in my head, telling me the same thing over and over as she did before to help me calm down.

"Breath, Eric. You were never really good at it, anyways. Just breathe deeply, and you'll come back….you'll come back to me."

God her voice was as clear as bells in my head as I felt myself calming down from the outburst I had. I didn't hear Four hop down to sit next to me and look at me with now worry instead of annoyance.

"I know you did." Four said to me in a calm tone, having me look over at him with confusion as he looked ahead at the darkness in front of us, "All the times we've been there, I've seen how you looked at her and how you would watch her. It wasn't oblivious for all to see, but it was there and I saw it." I said nothing as he finally looked over at me with a serious look on his face.

"You knew her, before we went there to Amity, didn't you?" he asked me, having me nod my head slowly. Something about what I was going through in that moment, having a sense of peace and misery going through me, made it okay that Four was there talking to me.

"We were best friends when we were five." I explained to him, then going through our whole story together. As I was telling him this, the need to be bitter to him and a dick to him slowly melted away in that moment, because I felt no hostility between us when I was talking about Wendy. She had that way with me, giving out the positive in me and not the worst. Four listened the whole time, not interrupting or showing a distaste with what I was telling him. It was like, in a weird sense, I was talking to a friend and telling a amazing story.

After I told him all that happened up to two years ago, he stayed silent for a moment or two, having me realize what I just did. I just told, the last person I would ever talk to in a positive manner, all that happened with Wendy and I and I was no afraid to tell him. He was the only other person who knew, not even my parents knew what happened between us. Maybe Evangeline had a hint, but no one else. It made me now scared, since I was letting him see a part of me I threatened to keep hidden from everyone else in the world.

"And that was the last time you saw her?" He asked me in a hesitant tone, having me nod my head at him and look out in front of me, having me relive that day over and over like a record, the pain stinging my heart and my heart.

"I don't know where she is." I murmured to him, seeing him look out ahead of us again, but with determination in his eyes and face. I knew that face, since he would use it on the initiates to show authority over them.

"We can go find her, you know." I looked back at him with a hint of shock in my face. What was he talking about? This sounded out of our elements to be honest and I didn't think it would work.

"What do you mean, Four?" I asked.

"We can go out there and talk to the people at Amity, see where they saw her last and see if they know where she went." Four explained in a bolder tone, looking at me with his leadership eyes.

"That would be against our protocol, you know that." I countered, but he shook his head.

"Do you really care about that at this point, or to find Wendy? I would want to do the same if this was happening to me." He urged me, having me look down at my own lap and think about it. What was stopping me from finding her, other than the fact that I was a leader now and I could get killed because of this. But she was worth it, worth all of the pain and fears that I knew I was going to face. I had to find her, it's been two long since I saw her and heard her outside my dream. But before I could reply back to him, my pager in my pager in my back pocket went off, along with Four's pager. we both grabbed out pagers, seeing who it was from and giving a look of horror on my face.

"Max." I said aloud, having the both of us shoot up from out spots on the walkway and running to his office. We knew what this meant, since Max warned us. He told us that the only time we would be paged is if they found something with the disappearances and we were going to find the place where they hid the captives. This was it, I knew it was for certain.

We were going on a rescue mission.

Wendy's POV

Age 21:

It was my day off in Amity, and I decided to stay home for the day and to work on my clothes that I needed to improve and mend for my counseling sessions. It was spring, but a storm was coming through the area and giving the sky a gray and cool sensation as I sat out in the dinning area. I could feel the wind whipping at my hair as I saw a couple of military trucks pulling up to the Amity area. The other Amity workers that I was with looked as well, confused as to why these particular trucks were here. They weren't Dauntless, since the Dauntless seal was on the side like the one Eric would come in one.

Thunder was heard over the valley as some of the soldiers came out, helmets on and guns loaded and ready. I placed the shirt I was working on at the table as the other Amity workers looked in horror as they walked over to us. These weren't Dauntless, I knew that for certain. Dauntless soldiers didn't wear helmets; we saw their faces and knew who they were. But these soldiers, they gave us a horrid feeling as they were walking over to us, no.

Over to me.

Two of them grabbed my arms, pulling me up and having me walk with them without question. I heard the Amity workers and my friends yelling out in protest as to why I was being taken, I wanted to know too. But the it hit me: they knew. Someone told them, but who would? Were they monitoring me? I was being pulled harshly and I tried to pull myself out of their hold. Within a second a soldier yanked me hard, having me yell out pain as I struggled once more.

"Let her go!" Sasha yelled from my left, seeing me practically being dragged to the back of the truck which was being opened. I looked over at her, seeing her being held back by a male Amity member and Ava looking in horror at me.

"Keep going!" The solider yelled, jabbing me in the side with his gun and having me loose my footing, slipping and them dragging me now. I felt my self bleed from his gun hitting my rib, the crimson blood dabbing my yellow shirt I was wearing and the Amity members yelling in horror. They were trying to get me back, but the soldiers held them back as I was placed in the truck. I knew this was going to come, some time in my future. They knew I was Divergent and I was different, and they were going to kill me because of it. It was only a matter of time that I was going to die.

As I was shoved in the truck, I looked out at the sycamore one more time, seeing the lit bulbs in the tree radiate in the stormy day and have me think of Eric. Oh God, I wasn't going to see him again. This was it, and I could't say goodbye to him, or tell him that I loved him. That I wanted to marry him, start a family with him, or run away from our factions and be only with him. No, that was all a mere fantasy as the truck doors closed. I was in darkness.

I was a captive.