Tris watches Four teach Lynn how to toss a knife.

His face is made of our concentration as he demonstrates how to keep a good posture.

She sighs and looks back at everyone who're either punching at bags, firing a gun, or throwing knives like Lynn.

She and Four had basically gone through everyone, teaching the basics. What made her wonder, was how did Four have a huge knowledge consisting weaponry and combat?

Tris hops off of the table she was seated on and heads toward Four.

He glances over at her before she's even arrived.

"I'm gonna leave for the bathroom, think you can handle every thing?"

He nods. "Yeah. Sure."

She quickly heads out and begins walking to her room. She was feeling quite stupid with teaching everyone defense lessons when any moment, another game could be coming up.

But she had to share her knowledge, losing her own teammates would be losing the game, and she couldn't risk it.

She heads toward her room and easily unlocks the door to use the bathroom.

Survival of the Fittest. A game where you compete to survive. Yet, you become loyal to only half of the people participating.

You trust your team. That's the bottom line. It's either trust, or death, because your team is what'll help you win.

She thinks about Uriah. He has a horrible habit of always taking things lightly. For God's sake, there was death waiting right behind a door, and he's not even cautious about opening it.

And there was herself as well, she was no different, in a way she was taking the game lightly as well.

Except she had a reason for it. A reason for not really caring, a reason for not really keeping a distance with her team like she would have if she were in her neighborhood. A reason for suddenly treating everyone like her family and joking around.

The reason was because she didn't have a family anymore.

Her life before being kidnapped sucked. Her parents were gone, her brother moved away with a girl, she became an isolated loner who'd lost all her friends, her personality, and her own self.

So what was left to live for? Nothing. Tris obviously did want to live, who wouldn't? But what was holding her back was she'd rather die for her team rather than her team dying for her, only because their sacrifice would be used in vain. Her team had someone or something that they had at home, she didn't. So what was the point?

And in all honesty, though ashamed to even think about something so grim, Tris kind of enjoyed her little stay. Never, not the games, only her friends that'd she'd made.

And yes, the most important thing of them all was probably Four, because she felt like she had something pleasant to look forward to everyday.

Except one thing stood between them. Trust.

She knew almost nothing about him. His name, his family, his activities. Nothing. All she knew was that he was liked by a lot of girls. But earlier, Lynn basically confirmed that Four was not a really a fan of them.

She imagined that type of bad ass boy who'd never talk to anyone in school, and all the girls swooned over him. But then that one girl who everyone thought was lame suddenly catches the bad ass boy's eyes, and the love starts from there.

Was that the deal with them? Because Uriah and Zeke usually look impressed and a bit surprised whenever she was around Four.

Tris starts washing her hands, letting the water run through her fingers with ease. Am I just this vulnerable person, who will never be able to live happily again?

This thought swirls around her mind. Her parents were killed, but would they want her to mope around? Of course not, but no one said it was easy being happy.

She stares at herself in the mirror. All she can see is a frowning face looking back at her. Did she always do that? Was there always a small frown resting on her lips when she was doing nothing?

She finally exits the bathroom and flops onto her bed, exhausted mentally.

She wishes that day of the birthday party went normally, because maybe she'd have actually lived to be a care-free girl who loved her family with all her heart.

But she'd never know. Maybe she was just feeling that way because they were already gone. Once someone or something is taken away from you, you never remember the bad, only the good.

Anyway, when the death occurred, Caleb stayed with her for one more year, taking care of Tris until she finally turned 18, and then he left with Susan, a sweet heart of a girl.

Tris rakes a hand through her hair. All she could remember was that she wanted to die. She wanted to kill herself and never live, because she knew that the reason they died was all her fault. She. Just. Knew. That's when Caleb introduced her to defense. He'd been in army training, but Tris never really took close attention into what happened.

But after Caleb began teaching her how to punch and shoot and fight and all, she was immediately addicted. Because it took all the internal pain away. Dealing with the external pain was easier than dealing with mental emotions that took place when she had nothing to do.

So her interest grew and grew, until Caleb felt confident in moving away.

But just because her defense skills grew, doesn't mean her social skills did. With time, she became the isolated girl, who was deadly and violent when provoked. She was that girl who'd wear a hood and earphones, never paying attention to popularity like she used to before.

But again, the games had randomly popped up into her life, and there was obviously a purpose for it. Something she had to figure out, not for herself, but at least for her team.

"That's easy. The moment you began to struggle in life, and everything you'd ever dreamed of shot down-"

That's what Tori had answered when Tris asked about when they'd started being watched for the games.

She remembered wondering about how that was helpful at all.

But then she realizes, it was.

Her parents were killed,

She backed off of reality, began to live in her own zone,

She became the outcast. Easily noticeable by any one,

Her interest in combat and weaponry grew, and her care-free attitude changed into this clever observant one,

And that, is when she was watched. Because at that time, she struggled mentally in life, and all she'd ever dreamed of- shot down.

Tris jumps out of her bed and runs out the door.

Where the hell is Tori?

"Hey, Tris." Tori greets as she open the door.

"Hi. I had a question."

Tori glances behind her. "Sure."

"Do you have another room we can talk in?" Tris asks with crossed arms.

"Yeah! I don't sleep here you know. Follow me."

Tris rolls her eyes behind Tori's back as she follows her down a few unknown halls. She actually liked her?

After a few minutes of walking, Tris finds herself trying to hold her jaw in its place. They were in a completely unfamiliar hallway. What was so shocking was that the walls were painted blue.

They were in Team A 'territory'.

"Right here. If you ever need me, I'll usually be here in night and early morning hours." Tori answers while unlocking the door.

Tris steps inside, carefully following Tori into a simple room, similar to their own.

Her eyes flicker upward, no cameras. As she scanned the room, she also spotted a picture frame. It was of Tori with a man kissing her cheek while she laughed.

"So, anyway, you had to ask something?" Tori asks while sitting down on her sofa.

Tris crosses her arms again. Yes, she felt like screaming, but she had to be very wise with her words. She couldn't ruin everything, this was like her only life line in a game-show, this woman had the knowledge she needed.

Knowledge about this place, the games, and their personal lives.

Tris bites the inside of her cheek. How could she word this?

"I just thought of a prediction, kinda wanted to run it by you." Tris tells her with a forced smile.

"Oh, that's great! Go ahead."

Tris rocks on the back of her heels. "You said that the moment we were watched was when everything we'd ever dreamed of shot down and we struggled in living?"

"Correct."

"...So, I'm guessing I was watched when my parents..." She didn't have to finish, she didn't want to either.

"Oh, wow, yes, that'd be the answer."

Tris bites the inside of her cheek. She couldn't ask the real question on her mind, she'd have to sugarcoat her way up there.

"Well, we were watched. But when were we chosen? What made us special that through the struggle, we were picked to come here. Because, let's be honest, everyone will eventually struggle through life. Everyone does. So why us?"

Tori nods her head slowly. "Well, take a second to think about it. One thing that's different about you is that your reaction to death was totally unique."

Very helpful. "But everyone's reaction to death is unique. Everyone is different in the world. Fine, I experienced a death or two in my family, okay? So why am I so special? What reaction did I have that's unique? My reaction could be the same as like, 10 million storybook characters."

"Just think-"

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

"-Will you stop acting like you're a fortune-teller telling my future from a fucking crystal ball?! I don't know what's up with these vague answers or riddles and shit, but answer the freaking question. I didn't ask you to fucking explain the answer, I asked FOR the fucking answer." Tris interrupts with impatience and frustration, getting louder by each word.

Tori sighs. "Okay, you specifically have been picked because of your family, and your thought process."

"What the hell is that supposed to be telling me?"

"You asked, 'FOR the fucking answer. Not to fucking explain the answer.' So there you go." She sasses back.

Was she...? Really?

Tris jerks the door open and gives Tori a hard glare. "I know you're working for them, keep that in mind. You're sick for doing this, and a coward for working with them, rot in hell, for all I care."

She makes sure to slam the door so hard, that the hinges rattle in protest.

She was not planning on telling Tori about suspecting her working with the games, but there was no point, she wouldn't get an answer out of her.

There was already some obvious clues. Like, the way Tori knew about her parents. And the way she knew all the answers to their questions.

Tris remembers when she was with Four, questioning Tori, and she kept glancing behind her, answering critical questions with hesitation.

They were watching Tori. And if she revealed too much...?

Tris honestly didn't even give a crap.

But Tris knew her assumption was right, only by the face that Tori made when she'd called her a coward.

It was a face of surprise, and a little regret. But that 'regret' wouldn't affect Tris.

Tori was out. There was only three other options she could think of left for her to trust and help.

Four.

Uriah.

Or Team A.

"What the crap is going on!?" Tris gasps as she runs toward a slightly bloody Uriah and a bruised Al.

"I don't even know! He freaking came outta no where, I didn't even bother him!" Uriah hisses while glaring at Al.

Tris frowns. She can see that he's not telling her the whole truth.

"No, Tris, he was being an-"

"That doesn't mean you go punching people when you freaking feel like it, Al." Tris interrupts.

She looks around. "Where is everyone else? Where's Four? He's supposed to be watching you guys."

"He stepped out with everyone, left me in charge with Al to tell you that he was quickly stopping by Zeke's room, and that he'd be back in a couple of minutes." Uriah answers.

Tris doesn't really meant to, but all her frustration from Tori comes out on them:

"So it takes such a short time to beat the fucking shit out of each other? You guys are insane! We're a team, not enemies! There's no time for this crap, okay?! Do you need a reminder of where you freaking are?!" Tris yells while throwing her hands in the air.

Al shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I did it first, I wasn't thinking. I won't do it again, Tris, I promise for you. I'll be in my room."

He leaves before she can comprehend what he'd said.

"I promise for you?" Tris finally asks after a moment of silence.

Uriah grunts as he falls to his knees and mumbles, "It'd make sense if you heard him before, when he punched me."

She wasn't supposed to hear it, but she did.

"What'd he tell you?" Tris asks as she gently looks at Uriah's shoulder. There were just a few cuts, but the fact that they were deep and bleeding meant that their 'talk' was a bit serious.

"Nothing."

Tris snorts and pulls Uriah's sleeve down. "You're gonna tell me, I don't care. What'd he tell you, and why'd he punch you?"

She gets up and runs toward the back where there's a fist aid kit.

When she returns, she begins to take out some cotton balls and alcohol, and before Uriah can explain, Four walks in.

Tris looks back at Uriah's shoulder and winces herself from hearing his hiss as she applies alcohol to the cuts.

"I'm sorry, it'll be over," She whispers. "I'm not that experienced with patching up anyone other than myself."

"Here, I'll do it." Four suddenly says as he materializes by her side and takes a stretchy gauze bandage roll from the kit.

She leans back as he skillfully begins to wrap it on Uriah's shoulder, but she gently rests her hand on Uriah's knee in a motherly manner.

"What'd he say?" Tris repeats.

"He-..." Again, hesitation.

"Will you freaking say it? If you die tomorrow, I'll never know, so say it." Tris says in annoyance.

Uriah lets out a deep breath. "He said to back off. He said he wants you, and I'm getting in the way, so he punched me when I told him to quit acting so oblivious to our situation, and for thinking about 'liking' you. I didn't know how else to tell him to get a life and back off."

Tris feels a shiver run through her body, and she watches as Four's hands stiffen.

"What. The. Fuck?" Tris breathes out after a silent moment.

Uriah shakes his head, "Just try to stay away from him. I'll help you. But if I gotta stay awayfrom you? Hell no, sister."

She smiles a bit. "It's fine, I don't know, whatever. Just forget it please, but if anything happens, I'll let you know."

Uriah meets her gaze. "Yeah?"

"Of course, Uri." She says, with a reassuring look.

He smiles, convinced, and Four stiffly finishes wrapping the bandage. A second later, Tris gives Uriah a hug, and then everyone else walks in.

The questions start, Tris walks quietly out with Four closely following behind.

Tris fiddles with the hem of her shirt, watching Four take a few steps toward the bathroom, then back toward the door. His pacing was infuriating.

"Why do you keep doing that?" She asks.

"Doing what?" He asks a bit roughly.

"Are you mad or something?"

"No."

Tris shakes her head, he wasn't acting like this until a few minutes ago. The only events she can remember he'd be disturbed about is from the training room.

"Can you just forget about it?"

"About what?" Four asks, a bit frustrated.

"About Al, you're making me even more anxious than I already am, and there's gonna be a mini-game in like, about 22 hours."

"I'm not even pacing because of him."

"Really? Either that or the games which is seriously near."

"22 hours. That's almost a day." He answers before finally giving up his pacing and sitting onto his bed again.

Tris shakes her head in irritation. He says it like they were going to a friend's house. Again, she can't stop her hot feelings from earlier, and it comes out.

"Well good-bye to you to then, nice knowing ya, hope I'm on your mind before you take your last breath." Tris hisses in frustration.

A flicker of emotion crosses his face, then a hard and cold stare. "At least I can handle myself well, you did a horrible job of it on your game, might I remind you."

She wasn't expecting that. He notices her distressed look, and though his face softens for a second, he masks it again.

"The important part is that I didn't die and I pressed the fucking button." She says quietly, glaring at the floor.

There's a heated silence before Tris shakes her head and stands, starting to pace.

"Now you've made me start to move." She spits.

Four shakes his head with a narrow of his eyes. "Seriously? What's with the surge of-"

"Shut. Up." She states in annoyance, slowly.

He clenches his jaw, being quiet and allowing for her to speak.

She notices and in frustration, rakes a hand through her hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a sour mood, I talked to Tori and dealed with her shitty talk, then came back to find Uriah clutching a bloody arm and Al with bruises, I gave them a reminder about where they fucking were, and now there's this."

She clenches her jaw and leans against the kitchen counter, her hair falling to shield her face from view. "Not even that, there's the battle in my head. I can't even think right now, I don't why I'm getting worked up over everything, I can't control anything."

She stands straight again and heads toward her bed. "I spoke with Tori, she wouldn't give me a damn straight answer about any question I asked. It was always a riddle. I hate surprises, I just want to know what's going on."

She was babbling, but at least she was getting it out.

Tris glances at Four who speaks. "When'd you see Tori?"

His words are smooth, but rough. She honestly couldn't remember seeing him so grim and monotonous. He was either hitting on her playfully, or quiet. But never cold. Never rough. Never intimidating.

She shakes her head. "I stopped by after the bathroom, figured I'd ask a few stuff, try to get some things cleared out. Obviously, that failed."

"Were you with her in the infirmary?"

Tris shakes her head. "No, you were right. I asked her if she had a different room, and she took me there. There were no cameras so no hesitation. But it was really... weird."

He raises his gaze, finally meeting her eyes. "Weird?"

She shrugs. "Her room was in the halls of Team A."

There's a moment of silence.

"What'd you ask her?"

"You know how we've all been watched? And I asked her when, and she replied, when we began to struggle in life and everything- whatever, get the point?"

He nods.

"So, I think I figured it out... But then I asked her, what made us so special out of everyone, that we were not only watched, but chosen. And she told me, because of my family and my thought process."

Tris rolls her eyes. "Whatever, there was a crappy conversation in the midst of that anyway, but then it got me wondering... She knew quite a lot about my family. And she knew quite a lot with the games."

Four shakes his head, figuring it out. "She's working with them?"

"Yeah, and it only confirmed it when she basically didn't deny it, she looked surprised I'd guessed it." Tris tells him.

Four rakes a hand through his hair. "So if Tori won't spill, who will?"

Yes, who will? Tris gets an idea.

She fiddles with the sheets on her bed. "Maybe you and I could figure it out together, kind of sneak out at night and everything."

His eyebrows scrunch together as he thinks over what she's suggested, and Tris takes deep breaths, trying to stay relaxed. She couldn't actually believe that a minute ago, they were biting each other's heads off, but now they were speaking and making a plan.

"Okay."

"What?"

"Okay, I'll do it."

Tris crosses her legs. "I thought I'd have to give you a whole lecture before you'd agree."

He shakes his head with a small curl of his lips.

"Can we change the topic now?" Tris suggests.

They both sit in comfortable silence before Four smiles slightly. "You kinda remind me of my mom sometimes."

She feels her face scrunch in confusion. "In a good way, or bad?"

"Definitely a good way."

"And because...?"

"I can't quite remember but one thing I can tell is that you just have that motherly touch. Like earlier with Uriah, you were mad at him, yet you were worried because of his arm. And that reminded me of my mother because I'd usually be Uriah and my mom would be you."

She's quiet for a few moments before looking back at him. "You never... Speak about her, really."

He frowns. "She's dead. Not much to say."

Tris frowns as well, seeing the troubled look clouded in his eyes.

"Was it recent?"

He glances at her. "No. I was young, that's why I got over it, I don't talk about her much."

Should I tell him, should I tell him?

No.

"How'd the name 'Four' happen?" She asks, genuinely curious.

He smiles again. "That, is a story you'd probably like to hear from the Pedrad brothers."

"Uriah and Zeke?"

"Yep."

"I'm assuming it's awfully hilarious then?"

"Everything is funny to them. It wasn't to me, but it's fine, they make everything seem better."

"True." She smiles.

Tris plays with the back of her phone, and feels him watching her.

"Are you hungry?"

Now that she thought about it, she was hungry. "Sorta..."

He smiles, "I used to cook with my mom when I was small. When my dad was gone at work for business trips and we were alone."

Tris tilts her head with a raise of a brow.. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. It was pretty simple, because I was a boy, and I didn't like cooking as much. We'd make chicken, carrots, and-"

"Peas?!" Tris interrupts.

He looks at her weirdly. "Um, yeah."

She looks amused. "My family would cook the exact same thing for a simple dinner."

He chuckles. "Did they usually wear the color grey? And they liked to help others?"

Tris nods. "That's exactly how they were. And did your parents give you haircuts rather than going to the barber or something?"

He smiles slightly. "Yep, usually a trim."

"Is this like a religion we don't know about? Our parents had a pretty similar life style." Tris asks.

Four shrugs. "No clue."

Silence again.

"Oh yeah, you were hungry, right?"

"Yeah...?"

Then she understands what he's gonna ask next.

Tris laughs again. "Sure, but I like chopping the carrots."

They both head toward the kitchen, for once, with genuine smiles on their faces.

Then Four nods slightly. "Now I remember how you remind me of my mom, you act selfless like her too. I'm pretty sure that's both of your parents as well."

Tris snorts as she grabs some carrots from the fridge. "No, I'm absolutely not. You're pretty great though, keep that in mind."

As Tris takes out a knife to chop up the carrots, she can only wonder one thing.

Why didn't he mention anything good about his dad?

Tris was drawing random circles onto her thigh, waiting for Uriah to reply to her text.

She was just asking if he was fine, and that she was sorry for disappearing out of thin air earlier.

She glances at the closed bathroom door again, hearing the loud water of a shower running.

URIAH- Don't worry, I'm fine! And it's okay, you were looking a bit agitated at the moment, so it's cool. The question is, are you fine?

TRIS- Of course. I was only checking in with you, don't worry about ME. So how's Marlene?

URIAH- I think she's starting to fall asleep. Her eyes are drooping, think I talked her to death.

TRIS- Not a chance, you're very entertaining. I just think she was feeling tired already.

URIAH- That's the thing about best friends, they never lie to you.

TRIS- Who said I was your best friend? Maybe I am lying.

URIAH- !?

Tris shakes her head with a chuckle.

TRIS- I'm kidding.

URIAH- I hate you.

TRIS- And I love you, see how perfectly this all works out?

URIAH- Fine, love ya too. (-_-)

Tris smiles and sets her phone down. She leans back and glances at the time. It was around 11 p.m.

As she closes her eyes momentarily, she slowly drifts into a day dream- Where she's imagining herself at Starbucks just buying a regular mocha coffee from those mini fridges. She can still taste the sweet flavor in her mouth, remembering the way she'd open the door and walk out into the early morning with her hair whipping to the side from the wind, and the way the sun set a certain warmth to her face.

Then, she was back in the dull room, hearing the water turn off, and the shower door sliding open.

Tris frowns, she never really took note of the fact that there were no windows or sunlight. The only way of telling the time was from their phones, and who knows, maybe those were wrong as well.

She glances around the room. There were only plain walls, painted black to signify Group B.

Tris thinks about Tori again. She clearly had information that she was absolutely not willing to give, and Four only knew as much as Tris did, so who was there to ask?

Four fills up a glass of water after walking out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He asks as he sits down on his bed and begins taking about 3 gulps of water before setting the empty glass down.

Tris shrugs with a sigh. "Nothing, just wondering about unanswered questions."

Four frowns at her. "Tori is out of the question?"

"Damn straight."

He grabs his glass and sets it on the counter, then sits in front of Tris. Tris studies his dark looking hair because it was not fully dry. She wishes sometimes that she could be sitting at the library or at Starbucks like she usually was, and talking to Four like they had normal lives, no death to worry about.

"I don't know what to do." Tris admits with a hint of sudden hopelessness on her face.

Four crosses his legs. "Hey, don't be like that, we'll figure it out. We just have to go step by step."

"But-" She stops herself from talking. "Okay, fine."

"So let's get organized. Basically, you're saying that Tori is working for them, whoever they may be. And proof for that is the way she has much knowledge about everyone, and she already knows about the cameras. She's cautious on what she says when she's around them, but refuses to give helpful information when alone?"

Tris nods slowly. "Yeah, she's immature and sassy as f-"

She bites the inside of her cheek, watching Four stare at her with his dark blue eyes and a raise of his eyebrows. "Fine, go on."

"So now she's out of the picture. I'm thinking we have 3 choices left, wanna hear them?"

Tris crosses her legs as well and nods after a moment. Might as well, she didn't have any good ideas herself.

"For one, you know how Tori is the one who'll patch us up after every game? There's gotta be someone like that on Group A's side as well. Like, I suppose an attendant." He tells her.

Tris feels the gears in her mind shift to work. "That's a good point. Peter had been healed like myself as well. But Tori's separate room is located in Group A's halls... So maybe that means Group A's attendant is located... Somewhere here?"

Four nods. "Yeah, so that's one option. The next option is that we can go and speak with Group A themselves"

"What do you mean?" Tris asks. "That's a pretty bad, one, because there's asses like Peter, and two, cheating with the opposite team results in immediate disqualification. How'll we break that rule without anyone knowing?"

Four nods. "There's cameras, right? So we'd be fine, we just have to stay hidden away from them. As long as we're not spotted in the cameras, we're good, they've got no proof."

Tris rakes a hand through her hair. "Okay, but who'd there be to trust?"

"I was thinking that maybe after one of the games, we could study some of the people, learn who looks promising."

Tris nods. "Okay." She shrugs. "Honestly, right now, I'm up for the first option. But you said there were three?"

He rubs at his face. "Yeah, the last option is what you suggested earlier with me working with you. We could just go solo, sneak around into Team A's halls, and try to find hidden information."

Tris considers all the options that had been shared with her. She was pretty impressed, all plans were very promising, all the plans, seemed that they'd work.

After several minutes of vigorous thinking, she shakes her head. "You pick. I've no clue which one."

Four lets out a breath, appearing to be thinking each option over very carefully.

Finally, he speaks.

"I guess we'll go for finding Team A's attendant first."

"Sounds like a plan." Tris answers with a nod.

A/N- Holy shizzz, 5,300+ words, what hapened?!

GAH! My school has started! And... I really hate my schedule, it's like, I don't have any of my good friends, I feel like such a loner/third-wheel.

Luckily there are things called, 'schedule change.'

If I wrote any mistakes, I'M SO SORRY! I wanted to get a chapter out, I've been pretty busy.

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