I am in the middle of a high kick, about to hit the punching bag, when we hear the scream. It comes from in another room, not too far away.

I drop my leg, and as if by instinct we all follow the sound. Shauna and Zeke go ahead, while Tobias stays with me, me barely keeping up with him, my in-consistent jog hindering our speed. As we get closer and closer to the sound, I realise where it has come from – the dormitory.

I push myself, changing my jog into a run; but I am not able to sprint – I have to resist screaming out from the run, but I can't stop. I need to know who it was. While we're running, somehow Tobias manages to talk, 'I thought I should tell you. The rankings went up today – you're third.' I nod, and I want to ask who's first, but I can't, because I'm too busy panting. Tobias, as if he can read my mind, says, 'Edward was first, and Peter second. I can bet you that this is what it's about.' He nods towards the dormitory, which, by then, is only 10 metres away.

In the middle of the floor, in a pool of maroon blood, lies Edward. It's a gruesome sight, he's writhing, scrambling in the air, with a glinting, metal knife embedded in his eye. Tris kneels before him, desperately trying to comfort the distressing sight before her. It doesn't seem to be helping. Eventually, Edward is taken away, Shauna, Zeke and Four disappear, and it is just Tris and I left awake, scrubbing the floor, desperately trying to take away the scent.

'Look...I'm sorry...for you know, being a bitch to you. It wasn't really personal, or about you, it was more about the feelings other people had for you.'

She blushes, 'Other people, meaning Four?'

'Yeah,' I flinch, saying it, once you've said it, you can't go back, and you have to accept it. I guess that means I've accepted it.

We scrub in companionable silence, working together to remove the stain from the floor. After a while, the floor is clean, but the smell of blood still lingers. I stand up, and walk into the bathroom next to the dormitory. I open various cupboards, finding many things that I don't want to know about, and eventually find the bleach.

When I come back, Tris has gotten into bed, and it is just me, pouring bleach onto the stain. The grey stone floor turns white. It's not a clean white though, it's more like a dull, washed out white, the kind found on soaked paper. The sight depresses me, and I can still smell blood. I wonder if getting to sleep will help me, so I get into my bed, unable to be bothered to walk all the way back to the infirmary – if I could find it. I'll just have to deal with the pain.

I wake up, to find three beds empty, two of which look abandoned; Myra and Edward's. The other bed is Tris' and I presume that she's gone for a walk, I decide to go and find her – maybe some fresh air will do me some good. Although, it's not actually fresh, as all I will be doing is walking along dark tunnels.

I pull on my clothes, only shrieking a bit when my trousers catch the dressing. I know it's stupid, but I leave without a flashlight, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone but Tris. I wander along the tunnels, my shoes slapping against the stone floors. I go through the pit, and it takes me about an hour to find her. She sits, facing a wall, staring into the wall-torch on the other side of the hallway. I sit with her, stretching my legs out. 'They left,'

Tris nods, her eyes sad, 'I feel so bad, it isn't fair – not what the Dauntless manifesto was about, before.'

'I know, that was an ordinary act of cowardice – not bravery.'

'It eats away at you, doesn't it?' The question is rhetorical, she already knows the answer, 'The guilt, I feel like I could've done something – anything! He's sick, that boy, I think he enjoys the pain – like it's his own little show.'

All of a sudden, it clicks, everything slotting into place. The way Tris defended Al with me, the way she feels so bad about Edward. It's not Dauntless behaviour.

'You're Divergent aren't you?'

She freezes, 'How would you know?' Her voice is accusing, and I know that I'm right.

'You're not the only one.' Tris looks at me, her eyes wide.

'I had no idea.' Her head is shaking, and before I can say anything more, Uriah appears round the corner.

'Hey, Lena! Tris!'

We both smile but say nothing,

'I heard about Edward, I'm sorry. Do you – uh, want to join me? A little distraction?' To me his voice sounds flirtatious, but that could just be my imagination.

I nod, and Tris tilts her head, 'What sort of distraction?'

'A little Dauntless-style fun. Normally, it's just the Dauntless with brothers or sisters here that are allowed to go, but between me and Lena, you should be just fine.' He's looking at Tris when he says this, and I realise there are some advantages to having a brother in Dauntless.

We both get up, and follow Uriah out of the pit, joining up with Lynn and Marlene on the way. Lynn looks at me, 'You sure you want to do this?' I just glare at her, and she says nothing more. Lynn, of all people, should know how much I hate being the wounded one – but that seems to be all I am at the moment.

We join another load of Dauntless, our pace steady, and our calls ringing out into the city. After about 10 minutes of steady jogging my wound starts to feel like Eric is stabbing me all over again. Luckily, soon after we reach our destination. The Hancock building. It is tall, and I have a feeling that what I am about to do is pretty stupid – the Dauntless adrenaline buzz kind of stupid.

We reach the lifts and I can't help sighing with relief, and I get a few sympathetic looks, to which I all glare back at. Gabe's eyes narrows as he spots Tris, 'What's she doing here?' Uriah shoots back at him, fast, 'She's just watched someone be stabbed in the eye – give her a break.' Gabe shuts up, and the elevator shoots up to the sky. For a moment, I wish it would never stop, just keep going, in the peaceful speed of movement, but then the elevator stops, jerking me backwards, and we all storm out. We are in a room, and I presume we are at the top of the Hancock building.

There is a hole at the top of the ceiling, along with a ladder, which everyone seems to be climbing. I don't really know how I get up, but I do, and I find myself standing at the top of the building on the roof, staring at a thin line of wire. It is obvious what we are doing; zip lining - from the top of a hundred story building.

I wonder why Zeke thinks I'm crazy.

A/N: Hope you like this chapter, and you are happy with the truce Tris and Lena have reached!
-NovelFlower

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