I stood there, shocked. I finally got what Tris realized. She pieced all the small things together, so quickly. She's perceptive, but the best thing to do in this situation, is to follow the crowd.

It is something she could never muster up, even if her life depended on it.

which it does.

I have to find her. I know she wont be asleep. What does Tris do?

She would try to blend in. And it is what i have to do.

I walk with the rest of the dauntless-People from the pit- past initiates.

Zeke.

look ahead. Zeke will be fine. He is brain dead like the rest of em. Tris on the other hand...

And Uriah.

I have to help him to. It kills me to let Uriah fend on his own during a time like this. Zeke would be crushed if anything happened to him.

But Tris

but Uriah.

I have to choose.

And i know who i would choose-Tris.

I act like a soldier Until i hear max. He says my name, and i think i've been caught.

But no. He is screaming at Eric.

"Why did you you inject four! I told you not to! What of No injecting four, was not understood!" he says exclaiming at Eric.

"I...forgot?" Eric says. A lie. He did this on purpose.

Max is doing this

Eric is doing this.

Erudite and dauntless are doing this.

But i look for Tris.

We arrive at the trains. I see a few initiates on board. Tris has to be near.

She has too.

I know she won't look brain dead. she will look to alert. to jumpy.

Too...stiff.

Too demanding.

Someone touches my shoulder, and freeze.

"You. help the other soldiers on board." Says Madge, a dauntless leader.

A command. I must be doing well at being brain dead.

I get on the train and help others in- Other initiates.

I help in initiates, into a train, probably to their own death.

I don't know.

I see Uriah. He looks brain dead enough. He has been playing dumb with people since childhood. When i first met him, he lied so well, he could have gone to candor and lied right to there lie detector.

That little skill of his served him well today.

when he grabs my hand, i give him a small, but certain nod, to assure him he is doing fine.

He nods back as well, but quietly.

A few more initiates later, i see Tris.

Yes.

I have never been so tensed, yet relieved at the same time.

She sees me, and her eyes light up. She must have been looking for me- i try to squeeze her hand in reassurance, but i see Madge, watching around-looking for the divergent.

I let Tris go as easily as i did with the rest. She stands in the train. no one next to her other side. Perfect.

I let the last one in. Madge comes forth, and i freeze.

"Go in line." she says. The soldiers must be controlled. I walk, monotone, next to Tris. She doesn't notice.

She thinks i am not Divergent- I haven't exactly told her yet- I should have- i know. I never told anyone that before. only Amar, and after what happened to him-

I never wanted to tell anyone what i was. I was in that danger.

But then she came. and i opened up to her.

So i Grab her hand, and twine our fingers together.

Now she knows.

She squeezes my hand, probably to make sure I'm real. I squeeze back. She is here. so she is safe with me. I will die for her if I have to.

She is tense. I have to assure her. To make her calm- Someway to tell her it will all be fine.

Even though i don't know that for sure.

None the less, i slowly move my fingers around her palm. It doesn't seem to be helping.

I keep staring straight ahead.

When we finally arrive, to the abnegation sector, i have no time to remember the horrid moments. I have only one thing to say, And it is to Tris.

"Run." I tell her.

But to my dismay, She shakes her head no. "My family." She says with longing and commitment.

What did i expect?

I need her to go. but she won't. I need to make her near me.

We walk into the middle of the sector of grey houses, flooded by black-clothed soldiers with guns, tattoos, and piercings.

We walk until we hear sounds of guns.

sounds of murder.

I see Harrison, the tattoo piercer, who always tried to make us initiates laugh, hold a gun at abnegation leader who would always stop by and give the children lemon drops, but told them not to say a word about it.

He is shot without a second of hesitation, by Harrison.

I see Tori, the woman with the strong spirit that was so admirable, hover a gun at an abnegation Leader: the one in charge of feeding the factionless, and helping the sick.

Shot in the back of his head. And he did no such wrong.

I see Lauren, always fun, and tyring to make us laugh, in her own psychotic, funny way, kill an abnegation leader who always carried children on his back to make them smile.

Losing his life to a person who would not intend to kill someone so helping and selfless.

And those were only three.

Only someone so evil- so calculating- so selfish-so cowardly- would enjoy such a thing.

Speak of the Devil and he shall come.

"This is insane!" Eric. He says it like it's hysterical to him. I don't care though. I have more important things to do than to worry about his thoughts on this war he helped plan- i have to figure out how to help stop this.

Eric pokes Tris cheek.

okay. now i have to worry about Eric.

And Tris.

she surprisingly stays still. She does it better than me. I want to take my gun and shoot him.

what? i did say "if anyone lays a finger on her, i will murder them."

But i can't. I'd be a found Divergent.

"They really can't see us? or hear us?" Madge asks.

"Oh, they cansee and hear us. They're just not processing what they see and hear in the same way. They receive commands from our computers in the serum we injected them with-" He touches her neck to the spot where he injected the simulation serum in.

I beg my body not to punch him in the jaw, knocking out a tooth like i did on that fabulous day during initiation.

"And carry them out seamlessly."

Everyone but the Divergent.

He stands in front of me in a blink of an eye.

I do not flinch.

He doesn't scare me, and never has.

"Now this is a happy sight."

I should punch you in the eye's so you can't see.

""The legendary four. No one's going to remember that i came in second now, are they? No one's going to ask me 'What was it like to train with the guy who has only four fears.'

In that instant his eyes look furious. In that instant, he seems out of control- a maniac. In that moment I realize he always was and will always be one.

In that moment he flips his gun in his hand, and points it straight at my head.

Before i wouldn't care about dieing- It was never a fear.

But i can't die now.

If i move now, i will be arrested for being Divergent- I can only pray Tris does not do the same.

But i just know she will.

I am not afraid at this moment.

I am not worrying about my life- i am worrying about hers.

Why am I so abnegation?

Abnegation-dauntless;Grey coals-coals on fire. Abnegation was selfless- but Dauntless is meant to stand for one another in the sight of fear.

Like the abnegation- like the coal- but with a burst of fire and excitement-the dauntless.

I almost laugh. Dauntless and abnegation: they are so similar: Even in there symbolic way.

Am i insane for thinking this before i die?

" Think anyone would notice if he got shot?" Eric says.

"Go ahead. He's nothing now." Madge says, getting bores- she's as psycho as Eric.

But she is right. I was never really something- I was always a ghost in the corridors of dauntless- never fully happy- until a few weeks ago.

"Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, to bad for you, anyway." Eric says menacingly, putting a bullet in the chamber.

He would never do this if he thought i were alive. Coward. My hand twitches at the slightest, in the thought that Eric is doing this- Eric is causing deaths of thousands of innocents.

Then suddenly, he freezes, and his eyes are full of fear. Huh?

I shift my eyes, and I see a gun connected to his forehead. When i see who's hand it is attached to, I curse under my breathe.

Tris.

She says it coldly, simply, and dangerously serious as the day she spoke up for Al.

"Get your gun away from his head." She states.

"You won't shoot me"Eric says smugly.

She doesn't like you man! No one will! Expect Madge, but she's old and desperate!

"Interesting theory." She says. I hope she does- in the skull. He deserved it.

But she puts it down, and i am shocked she did.

Well. Until I hear a bang and see Eric Clutching his foot- she shot his ankle.

That's my girl.

I shoot Madge in the knee, and i know it hit her.

I about to grab Tris, but she beats me to it, running. I grab her hand and squeeze. She's fast- A good thing.

But not faster than a bullet-She stumps to the ground, the second it is shot.

I turn to see who shot her- Eric.

She falls to the ground. When she tilts her head to look at me she yells "Run!"

I have nothing to run from. I will never run from her. My decision is final as i say "No."

We are surrounded,as i help Tris to her feet. "Divergent Rebels. Surrender your weapons."Eric says with glee- even though he's whit as a ghost.

I have no conscience to tell me what to do- i have to built-in guide in my brain anymore.

From now on, i do what i decide to do. And those decisions will be based of Tris.

So i hand my gun to the dauntless nearest to me.

And carry Tris next to me.

We walk forward-There is a gun pressed to my neck making me go forward though. There is one on Tris' spine. I wish he'd take it off- She's already coming quietly- he should be happy considered the things she could possibly do.

When we arrive at Jeanine's, oh so wonderful building, i feel myself turning into Four.

"Well send some of them back on the train then," She exclaims "It needs to be well guarded, its the most important part-I'm not talk- I have to go." she says to the phone. Her eyes linger to Tris.

"Divergent Rebels" Says a dauntless leader-I recognize him from the pit.

"Yes, i can see that." She might as well have said 'You don't say! here's a gold star!'

She puts her 'glasses; (there is no glass on it), And points at Tris, as if accusing her. I am about to break her finger, and tell her not to point at my innocent Tris.

"You. I expected. all the trouble with your aptitude test results made me suspicious from the beginning. But you" she says pointing at me.

"You Tobias-Or should i call you four?-manage to elude me" she whisper/talks. "Everything about you checked out:Test results, initiation simulations, everything. But here you are nonetheless." She puts her chin on her folded hands. "Perhaps you can explain to me how that is?" She asks.

She is treating me like a math problem, or a lab rat. I am a human being- human beings have emotions. It's time i showed her my anger- not everything is a simulation- not everything is a problem.

Let's make her feel like the problem for once- lets treat her like a robot.

"Your the genius. Why don't you tell me." I tell her scowling, still with Tris in my arms.

She curls her lips into an evil, lion's grin. "My theory is that you really do belong in abnegation. That your divergence is weaker."

She grins, happy that she figured it out- i wonder if she realizes i am actually smarter because i managed to stay hidden, without her finding me- even that silly aptitude test couldn't do it.

"Your powers of deductive reasoning are stunning. consider me awed." i say, whatever comes up in my mind.

Tris looks sideways at me. She looks weak, but determined- Great, now i want to kiss her.

"Now that your intelligence-" and mental disability, "Have been verified, you might want to get on killing us."I close my eyes, and try not to imagine it "You have a Lot of Abnegation leaders to murder, after all."

She keeps smiling like an idiot once i open my eyes. She gets up from her desk. Tris' Eyes roll a little, as she struggles to stay awake, she slumps into me, and i wrap my hands, carefully tracing her waist, and pull her against me.

"Don't be silly. There is no rush." Right no rush in killing a few men and women, possibly a few children. "You are both here for an extremely important purpose. You see, it perplexed me that the Divergent were immune to to the serum that i developed, so i have been working to remedy that. I thought i might have, with the last batch, but as you know i was wrong Luckily i have a new batch to test."

To dumb it down : Were lab rats now.

"Why bother?"Tris croaks out. I can't tell her to hush, or else she'll faint from exhaustion: She'd try to prove me wrong.

"I have had a question since I began the Dauntless project, and it is this." She says walking around her desk. "Why are most of the Divergent, weak-willed, God-fearing nobodies from Abnegation, of all factions?"

Abnegation? Weak-willed?

It's obvious really with the abnegation supply the most of the divergent rebels:It's where they go to protect themselves. They would think the abnegation would protect them: The abnegation are also the most divergent because they are strong spirited: they use reason and logic to fix things first: they try to be kind: they stand for one another.

The abnegation use the virtues of all five, to help others, and they don't even realize it. I am not going to tell Jeanine my logic though.

"Weak-willed." And she thinks she's so smart, when she can't even see the abnegation are stronger than they appear in there grey robes. "It requires a strong will to manipulate a simulation, last time I checked. Weak-willed is mind-controlling an army because it's too hard for you to train one yourself."

"I am not a fool,A faction of intellectuals is no army. We are tired of being dominated by a bunch of self-righteous idiots who reject wealth and advancement, but we couldn't do this on our own. And your Dauntless leaders were all too happy to oblige me if I guaranteed them a place in our new, improved government."

Again, i let my mind talk, and don't think about what I say. i snap.

"Improved," I give a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, improved," Jeanine says, glaring straight at me. Why is she mad? she's the one trying to destroy the place i truly belong. "Improved, and working toward a world in which people will live in wealth, comfort, and prosperity."

And terror. You left that part out, no it all.

"At whose expense?All that wealth…doesn't come from nowhere." Tris says. She adjusts her hold on me.

"Currently, the factionless are a drain on our resources,"

Nooo... people who barely can feed themselves don't have enough resources to give to you!

"As is Abnegation. I am sure that once the remains of your old faction are absorbed into the Dauntless army, Candor will cooperate and we will finally be able to get on with things."

"Get on with things," i say shocked. does she truly think that people will just forget about a faction war? does she think she can just snap, and get what she wants? What did she do to help us? Make a test that can find a unique individual, so they can later kill them?

Does she think that things will end up fine after this?

Is she human?

"Make no will be dead before the day is out, you—"

"Perhaps if you could control your temper,you would not be in this situation to begin with, Tobias."

"I'm in this situation because you put me here,The second you orchestrated an attack against innocent people."

"Innocent people.I find that a little funny, coming from you. I would expect Marcus's son to understand that not all those people are innocent."

But what about the ones that are innocent? the ones that don't deserve this injustice act of idiocy?

"Can you tell me honestly that you wouldn't be happy to discover that your father was killed in the attack?" she asks.

That hit a nerve.

That's low:Even for her.

Well, no it isn't, but still.

There's no denying it: Everyone knows i hate Marcus.

"No,But at least his evil didn't involve the widespread manipulation of an entire faction and the systematic murder of every political leader we have."

Jeanine is a thousand times worse than Marcus: Yet i do not fear her.

"What I was going to say is that soon, dozens of the Abnegation and their young children will be my responsibility to keep in order, and it does not bode well for me that a large number of them may be Divergent like yourselves, incapable of being controlled by the simulations."

Control.

I remember learning that the world is a balance of good and bad: Everything has an opposite. You can't control everything: To keep the balance, there have to be things unable to control: To strong to break.

Like a Tris.

Like my Tris.

"Therefore,It was necessary that I develop a new form of simulation to which they are not immune. I have been forced to reassess my own assumptions. That is where you come in. You are correct to say that you are strong-willed. I cannot control your will. But there are a few things I can control."

What can she possibly do to me.

"I can control what you see and hear,So I created a new serum that will adjust your surroundings to manipulate your will. Those who refuse to accept our leadership must be closely monitored."

closely monitored six feet under the ground, in a casket. Or maybe not a casket. No. No caskets. she's a human with no ounce of respect.

"You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however…"

What about Beatrice?

"You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting."

What?

No. No. she wasn't made for that: She's not on this earth to be murdered: I will not allow that. I will not.

This is a story with no ending yet. I refuse to believe this ends here for her.

I will not let it happen.

I will not.

"No," I say shakily. because what i am about to say means so much more than i let on.

"I would rather die."

I love you too much to die: I need you to live. I will sacrifice me in the process, if i have too.

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in the matter," Jeanine says softly. She says it as if i am a child who dropped his ice cream cone.

I am not to be talked with like an idiot. I am not Stupid. I am not a coward. I am not going to let Tris die and have the person about to watch her die say i can't do anything about it.

I am capable.

But i know i can't do so: It would only make Tris' death faster.

Emotion, and passion over take me:And i do what i have to do.

I do the most important task first:I kiss Tris roughly, and push her to the wall, so she can balance a little on her own. I kiss her, telling her the words i can't say: Not because of the situation we're in, but because i'm not sure she is ready for that.

I love you. Who would have known i would ever say those words.

And the second thing I do shocks everyone. I feel a surge of power: A surge of Adrenaline.

Adrenaline rush: I haven't had one in the past year. An act of angry rage: I choke Jeanine, so hard, i feel her esophagus squish a little, i am about to crush it, but then, the dauntless guard come, and crush me to the floor.

They pin me down, but i still try to get up. When i see one, Shove Tris to the wall, i am about to grab a gun and kill him, But Jeanine comes toward me, gasping.

Triumph fills me. I did that. But i feel a sharp pain in my neck. An injection. This one is different though: It is a painful needle, and the serum is cold as ice. My brain freezes for an instance. I close my eyes, and when I open, everything is different.

I stand, finally, because for some odd reason, Zeke and Uriah pinned me down.

Zeke and Uriah look different: They look too serious. They never really were. I'll worry about that later.I look for Jeanine, but i don't see her near her desk where she was. In her place, I see Lauren. But why is she holding her neck, and gasping?

"Tobias! Tobias!" Someone screams.

"He doesn't know you." Lauren says.

Huh? Who is she talking too?

I turn to see Jeanine, she is on the wall, unbalanced. Where is Tris? No! They couldn't have executed her already!

I start toward jeanine, but she looks confused. Confused? Why would she be confused on why i am marching up to her? I am about to choke her again.

I wrap my fingers around her throat, and my hand send little shocks to my body.

Shocks? They feel familiar, but where? I have felt this multiple times before. I squeeze my hands to figure out where i have felt this before, this strange sensation of touch. Lauren says something about enemy and friend, but i am too busy to notice.

Uriah takes me away from jeanine. She is crumpled to the floor. Good.

They take me out the door, but i need to go back. I need to avenge Tris. Or find her, if she is still alive.

"Where are we going? I ask Uriah. "And stop shoving, that hurts Uriah." I tell him.

He looks confused. "Um. the control room." He says, Still shoving.

"Uriah, stop shoving." I say, trying to shrug him off.

"He thinks your someone he knows, we don't have to drag him. Let go." Says Zeke.

"Huh?" I ask Zeke.

"Nothing. Control room, now. we'll walk you there."

"Oh. Okay. where are we?" I ask. This place isn't familiar."

"Um, walking toward the trains to dauntless, so you can go to the control room?" Uriah says, unsure of himself.

That doesn't sound like Uri. He's usually confident in what he does.

A train comes by, heading to the dauntless compound, and I jump in. Uriah, and Zeke follow.

We go back to the head quarters: I don't know when i got out: and Uriah and Zeke lock me into the control room, and tell me to work.

"Where's Tris?"I ask. I forget, but i think she was in trouble? Yes. A few minutes ago, i remembered that Jeanine tried to execute her.

"Um. She's...gone." Zeke says, and my heart falls.

I slouch, and let out a breathe.

I am in the control room. I see the a computer. It is similar, to the fear simulation computers.

"Is that the simulation data?" I ask them.

"Yes, try turning it off." Uriah says.

And so i do. but it doesn't seem to be working.

"You okay on your own? Zeke asks. I give a thumbs up.

And with that they leave. They lock the door, and I try to stop this thing. but the numbers keep coming back. My brain is telling me how to stop it.

"Push letters lhspejsmdkf to stop simulation." Something in the back of my head says. So i do.

More numbers come up.

The voice in My head keeps telling me to do things, but they don't work.

At one point the voice tells me "Okay it's fine, it stopped. Just make sure no guards come in here." It says.

So i do. I am confused my this whole thing. so i wait. and wait. and wait.

The computer keeps popping up letters, and i am unsure if i stopped it. there even screens. They show dauntless marching. some people wearing grey, sleeping. Though, they look like they have red on the grey robes.

The door to the control room opens, and Out comes a dauntless guard.

I do what i am supposed to do, and what i want to do, because this person killed Tris, and made the simulation.

But the simulation is stopped. I stopped it. Right?

This person is here to stop me.

"Tobias." She says.

This girl. She sounds familiar.

"No she doesn't" A voice says.

And i believe it, because i am too confused to argue with it.

I remember my orders. Attack anyone who tries to stop me.

This girl though. She has bright, but dim, eyes.

Familiar.

Like a girl i knew...i remembered her name a few minutes ago...but now i forget.

My brain tells me to stop her. so i do.

"Drop your weapon." I say, roughly.

She doesn't move. she just talks. but i can't hear what she is saying. My ears don't allow me to hear what she says. It frustrates me. She hasn't done what i said yet.

"Drop your weapon," I say again. "Or i'll fire."

Will I? I'm not a killer.

The girl drops to the floor, and puts her hand to the ground, picking up another gun.

"Drop your weapon!" I yell at her. what is so complicated about that sentence?

"I did." She says, and i see that the gun that she picked up is now on the ground. When did that get there?

No matter. I have to shoot her.

Do I have to?

Yes. She is dangerous.

why?

Because she is uncontrollable

She has a conflicted look, and before i can react, she runs toward me. and grasps my wrist, right where it connects to my arm. I am shocked, but i see my gun is pointed at her head. I shoot, but she moves it in time.

She gasps, but regains her self. She kicks me in my rib cage, while twisting my wrist, which she still grasps. Her nails dig into my skin, and my rib winces a bit with pain.

I drop my gun.

She is about to go to the computer, but i grab, her and jolt her closer to me. Strange- this touch seems familiar.

Kill her.

Do I really want to?

yes.

I'm not a murderer.

there's a first for everything.

I don't want to kill someone without knowing what she has done.

She is trying to start the simulation again, to continue the killing spree.

Who's killing who?

The dauntless are brainwashed and killing abnegation. you stopped it, And she is here to start it again. Stop her!

Why don't i remember anything? Explain that!

No time! she's about to stop the simulation, do something! now!

I see she is staring straight at me. I punch her jaw, the spot that will make a person unconscious.

she cringes back, but does not fall, and moves the gun away.

Her eyes, however do not roll over. More determination, stubbornness, and power replace it.

why would she hide the gun away, instead of picking it up?

I'll think about it later though, because she attempts to kick my stomach.

She is not fast enough.I catch her foot, and pull, making her fall with a soft thud, to the floor.

Then, and only then, do her eyes roll back-Just the slightest, but she does not faint.

I am about to kick her, but she moves out of the way- fast.

She reaches for the gun, and i grab her long, tangled, hair. She touches my hand, and i get the strange tingles from before. Before i think about it, i push her into the wall, her forehead hitting the side.

"Tobias." She says, and i jolt, at the slightest bit, still grabbing her wrist. Why was i so pleased at how she says my name?

I almost moan.

She notices my small slip-up, and squirms, and kicks my leg-hard. A terrible attempt, But it gives her enough time to grab the gun and point it at me, while laying on her back.

"Tobias. I know your in there somewhere." She says, but i am to charged with power, and anger to listen, or think about the words she says. She stands.

"Tobias, please." The dauntless soldier says. She starts crying- I never thought i'd see a cold-hearted, soul-less dauntless soldier cry. Only a person who cares- who loves, can cry. "Please. see me."

"She is a dauntless soldier. she went against the abnegation- she wants to continue the massacre." I remind myself.

"Please see me Tobias! Please!" She begs.

I scowl. How does she know my true name?

Jeanine must have told her who i truly was.

When she says my name why does it sound so...right? So usual? So casual?

I walk toward her, quickly, before she can shoot- but she has a conflicted look in her eye.

And before i i choke her, or take the gun away, she gives me her gun, Directly, and with certainty in her.

Shoot her- make sure she dies. My brain says.

I put the gun barrel to her head- but i can't shoot. something in me screams.

This isn't right.

My fingers unwillingly click a chamber in place.

This isn't right!

She puts her hand on my chest-over my heart.

And suddenly, confusion overtakes me.

Why would she-just stop?

I hear her voice say my name- no, her voice screams it.

Tobias! Four! Four! Four! Tobias. Tobias. Tobias.

Her voice. a picture forms in my mind- little moments, with a girl. A girl with a striking composure. A girl, daringly jumping off a building, Climbing a Ferris wheel. A girl, challenging me. A girl With blonde, delicate hair. A girl who bravely stands for others- a friend- for me.

A girl with crows-ravens, on her collarbone-one for each she cares for.

A girl with abnegation and dauntless on her shoulder-brave to the point of selflessness.

A girl, who changed me with her own choices.

A girl with eyes, pale and lost as the gray sky- as adventurous and alive as the ocean. A girl with silver slights in her eyes- along with a bit of aquamarine.

I blink, and a girl with the same eyes, looks back at me, her hand, gently on my chest.

She still looks like the dauntless soldier though.

I remember her voice, gentle, and firm, and low.

"Tobias. It's me." I hear the voice again, but this isn't a figment of my imagination. I truly hear the voice.

Hands wrap around me, and i am shocked at the sudden touch. I have felt like this before. When?

I remember suddenly.

A girl, holding me close to her in a time of confusion.

A girl standing up to a man who tried to mark me with a belt.

A girl, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me, in a quiet place where the water roars.

I blink and everything rushes into my head so quickly, it's a wonder i don't fall to the floor in the sudden realization. My heart rate picks up.

I look at see I am holding a gun.

A girl, hands wrapped around my waist.

Thegirl.

I drop my gun.

I hold her shoulder's, trying to see if she is truly real. She cries out in pain.

Everything comes clear, and I finally remember her name.

"Tris."

I crash my lips to hers, Wrapping my arms around her back, grasping her shoulders. I put my head between her neck, and breathe in her sharp, unmistakable scent. I am tired, and exhausted from fighting the serum, and i am shaking with relief, and the fact that i didn't kill Tris.

Oh god. i could have killed her.

A groan, and a moan escape me, at the thought.

And surprisingly, my eyes well up, for the first time ever.

I could have shot her.

I could have killed her.

And she would have let me.

I suddenly have the urge to yell at her for almost letting me kill her.

But she sobs in my shirt, and i know now is not the time. She leans into me, and i see her bullet wound.

"How did you do it?" She asks curiously: one of my favorite parts of her personality.

"I don't know." I tell her with all honesty. "I just heard your voice."

Tris pulls back, wipes her cheek, and looks at the surroundings around her- her first time around the control room. She stares at the screen,that is aimed near the water fountain.

The computer- it's a small thing: No bigger than a miniature Television- You'd expect a machine that control's hundreds of minds to kill would be bigger, but it isn't.

I remember suddenly, how my brain told me to press random numbers, until it told me to stop.

"Was I running the simulation?"

"I don't know if you were running it so much as monitoring it... It's already complete. I have no idea how, but Jeanine made it so it can work on it's own.

I shake my head. "It's- incredible. Terrible, evil-but incredible.

She starts staring at a screen and her eyes go wide.

"Tobias, Now!" She says.

I run to the computers, But Tris' eyes stay on the screen. She bites her lip in apprehension, as i type in the codes i have memorised by heart. I hear a single gunshot, And a few seconds later Tris says my name. but before she can continue, i hit enter, and then everything turns into a sickly silence.

There are dauntless shouting- you can see it in the screens. Tris sighs with relief, and slumps on the chair.

But we are not done just yet.

I pull the metallic case off. "I have to get the Data. Or they'll just start the simulation again." I explain to her.

Tris' watches the frenzy, somewhat fascinated- i can't believe i almost killed her.

The urge to yell at her starts, but i control it.

I don't have to scold her about it- she isn't a child- she's proved that. Instead, i decide to ask her-whats the word? Kindly?

yes i will ask her gently, why she almost let me kill her.

Before i know it,, i have the data. "Got it." I tell her. The disk is smaller then the size of my hand- it broke hundreds of families. I offer it to her, and she puts it in her back pocket.

"We have to leave." She states. she points at a screen on the right.

"Yes, we do." I say, and with that, i wrap my hand around her, supporting her.

both mentally and physically.

The second we walk out the door, a boy with green eyes, and brown hair runs up to Tris and hugs her-I am confused for a moment, until I realise Miss. Prior has those same green eyes- Tris' brother."Dad?" He asks.

Tris shakes her head, with grief- Even her brother contains a sob.

"Well. He would have wanted it that way."

I feel sorry for Tris- she must be crushed. I am about to comfort her. I see peter- his arm shot. Only one person here could have easily done that. I am still walking to Tris when i see him.

My steps falter at the sight of him.

Marcus.

He goes up to me and embraces me.

"Son." He says sighing. I wince.

I can't even think. I look up at the ceiling- somewhat asking god why he isn't dead yet- surly Jeanine would be after the most influential leader.

He's acting how he has always acted- a descent man on the outside- a terrible creature in the inside.

I am about to brush him off me- But Tris beats me to it.

She pushes him back. "Hey. Get away from him."

I breathe against her neck- warning her that this is not my simulation.

"Stay away." She says coldly.

"Beatrice, what are you doing." The older brother asks.

"Tris." I say in an attempt to remind her.

"Not all those Erudite articles were full of lies." Tris says, giving Marcus a death glare.

"What are you talking about?" Marcus says, a half whisper. "I don't know what you've been told, Beatrice, but-"

"The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because He's the one who should do it. Stay away from him or I'll decide i no longer care." She states.

Marcus starts to look at her- as if she had done something wrong.

I protectively wrap my arms around her, and squeeze.

He seems to realize, why Tris cares so much. He stares at Tris, now realizing that she is mine. Then he gives a small glare, and turns.

"We have to go." I say, trying to keep the flood of memories- of beatings- away from my mind. "The train should be here any second."

As we walk, I stare straight ahead- if i looked behind me, I'd see Marcus. My jaw clenches at the memory of how he glared at Tris.

"Sorry." She mutters.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I reply, grasping her hand. I look and see Marcus narrow his eyes at our entwined fingers, and they shake a little at the sudden coldness.

"If we take the train in the opposite direction, out of the city instead of in, we can get to Amity headquarters." Tris says- perfectly distracting me from Marcus. "That's where the others went." I am assuming, when she says others, she means the other abnegation.

"What about the candor. What do you think they'll do?" Tris brother asks.

Good question- the candor will probably try to negotiate with killers.

We stand my the trains, in epic silence- but I'd rather have it like that then to hear Marcus' voice.

Tris' eyes droop, and i know she is tired. I pick her up, my hand between her knees. She presses herself into me, taking deep breathes from my shoulder.

Soon enough though the train comes, and I have to let Tris down so she can jump on.

We jump in, Tris and me first. I sit next to her, as her brother sits across us. Peter sits closest to me, but keeps a reasonable distance. Marcus is assisting peter's bullet wound.

I suddenly need to talk to Tris. About everything.

We have to.

I pull her against me, and bend me knee, forming a wall. She does the same.

I breathe in her sharp scent, as she breathes mine. This seems to comfort her.

"My parent. they died today. They died for me." She says containing a sob.

I would have died for her too, but instead i might have killed her, unknowingly .

"They loved you."

I love you.

"To them There was no better way to show you." I tell her. She nods once, and she looks along me jaw bone, and neck.

"You nearly died today." I tell her, trying to keep myself from scolding her. "I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me Tris?

"I couldn't do that. It would have been like shooting myself."

A surge of panic goes through me. What if I never get to see her again? what if i die for her, and she never knows this one thing i keep myself from saying?

I have to tell her. Now. because war seems to quicken the pace.

I lean in closer, our lips brushing when i talk. "I have something to tell you."

She touches my hand, caressing it, and looks back to me, so i continue. "I might be in love with you."I smile at the word i first said out loud for the first time. l-o-v-e. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you though." I say to her.

"That's sensible of you." She says a faint smile curling up the side of her lip. "We should find some paper so you could make a list or a chart, or something." She says.

I chuckle at the thought. My nose slides against her jawline, and my lips stop, pressing right under ear, along her neck. I feel her shiver, and i smile.

"Maybe I'm already sure." I say. "And i just don't know want to frighten you."

She laughs, a shaky laugh, but says " Then you should know better."

I really should.

"Fine. Then I love you." It stated as a fact. After all, it is.

She kisses me, and i kiss her back, for a long time. She pulls back, and takes the hard drive from her pocket, and puts it to her chest, clutching it.

From the corner of my eyes, i see Marcus and peter, staring at it, as if ready to lunge. Tris focuses only on Marcus' Glare.

Tris leans on my shoulder, and slowly, drifts to a restful sleep.

Soon after, peter lays on the floor, eyes closed, but his face contorted in pain- but he is, nonetheless, asleep. Marcus glares at me from Tris, so i know i can't fall asleep. Caleb slept a few moments after Tris had.

I clear my mind, and remember everything.

My name is Tobias.

I was born in abnegation, but switched to Dauntless for safety from my father.

I believed that the factions system has been corrupted, and the beautiful virtues once wanted, have died out.

I became Four: The dauntless prodigy, and tried to live my life.

I worked in the control room, memorising gate codes, and security systems, because I knew there would be a time when all of this knowledge would help me.

I trained initiates for two years at dauntless as well, trying to find the divergent and help them before the leaders found out there secret- the same way Amar had before his death.

I fell for one of the transfers, as her courage and lack of selfishness intrigued me: soon i found out she was divergent as well.

I told her things i would never tell anyone.

After initiation, the Erudite controlled all the dauntless into trying to murder the abnegation, so they could gain power in the government.

The serum got everyone but the divergent.

Me and Tris were caught: she got shot in the shoulder. We got separated, but a Little while later, she found me.

I almost killed her because Jeanine used a serum that would effect me, but i managed to break it.

And we are now here, heading to Amity, searching for protection.

I can not be controlled.

I am selfless, and would die for the ones who matter.

I am a legend to the dauntless: because four fears is unimaginable.

I am Tobias Eaton.

And I am a Divergent Rebel.