Georgia: Bet you thought we were moving to a different dimension after that! Psych! Nah your stuck in Divergent still for now, I managed to contact Four and get his input in some of this, hence his POV's popping in every now and then, and he managed to write pretty much his own chapter for this, so I thought I'd post all of it!

Where did she go?

Four's POV

Walking around the halls alone late at night has a few advantages, one being that I have some time alone to think and relax, the other that night was that I was the first person to see the group of initiates come back from the yearly ritual. However, I was very surprised by the group I ran into. Rather than the expected pack of very excited and hyperactive teenagers shouting at the top of their lungs and running around, I was met with a sea of crestfallen faces trudging along and a heavy, almost suffocating, silence that surrounded them. It looked like someone had died while they were out.

I had been asked to go with them earlier, but had politely declined as usual, saying I didn't feel like going and that I had some things I needed to do. A bit of a vague reason to avoid going and I had expected to be challenged about it, luckily they weren't bothered enough to ask any further questions so left me alone. They probably thought I found it boring, I certainly hoped that's why they believed I didn't want to join them and didn't realise the real reason I didn't want to go. It wasn't that I couldn't do it, I'd ignored my fear of heights before to join them my first year, but I avoided going whenever I could.

The group shuffled past me slowly, none looking up from the ground, until I caught sight of Zeke towards the back and decided to ask him what was going on with them all. Their expressions and overall demeanour just weren't right at all, causing me to become too curious not to ask someone what on earth had happened.

"Zeke, what's going on? What happened?" I asked him curiously as I reached out and caught his arm to bring him to a halt. The initiate dragged his gaze up from the floor to look at me and I found myself looking into a pair of eyes brimming with pain and the knowledge he had to be the one to tell me some terrible news. My breath caught in my throat as my stomach twisted harshly at his expression, I knew that whatever he had to tell me this was going to be bad… "Zeke, what happened?" I demanded firmly, my grip unconsciously tightening around his forearm with apprehension.

Everyone else had paused a few feet ahead and were looking back at the pair of us, uncertain about continuing on without him. Zeke broke my eye contact for a moment to look at them with contemplating air before sighing deeply as he made a decision. "Go on, I'll tell him. See you later." Some of the others were apparently unsure about leaving him to tell me alone and so hesitantly hung around for a few moments after most had walked off. They didn't move until Zeke waved them off assuredly, shrugging my grip off at the same time. Neither of us said a word as we watched the fading figures walk down the hall, when the last had finally disappeared from our view Zeke let out another heavy sigh and turned back to me.

"Why are you all behaving as though you have to tell me that someone died while you were out? I know its high up but . . . we all know its . . . totally . . . safe…" I found my words dying on my lips as I spoke. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked tightly. As I had continued my sentence the younger man's face had slowly grown more sombre and pained, even giving a slight flinch as I had said "died" – but that was impossible, nobody had ever been injured during the ritual, let alone died.

Once again he avoided my gaze and I was becoming more and more concerned each time he did so, he should know I could take bad news . . . so why was this bothering him so much to say? He slowly ran his hand down his face. "Four… I – I don't know how to tell you this . . . but someone did die. At least . . . we think they did… We aren't sure to be honest. But we couldn't find them, not even a body…" I could feel the shocked expression slowly take over my face as he carefully told me what had happened, my jaw hanging slightly slack at hearing their inability to locate a body. I cleared my throat slightly to ask him what exactly had happened when he interrupted me. "Wait, there – there's more…"

"What is it?" I asked anxiously, what could have been worse news than someone dying while they were out? I crossed my arms defensively as I waited for him to finish informing me what the heck had happened.

"It was Georgia," he told me barely above a whisper in a voice laced with pain. I felt my chest tighten instantly and a hot flush course through my veins. As I stood frozen in disbelief, I barely heard him say he was so sorry for not looking after her properly. "It was my fault she even came," he told me chocked up with guilt, "I asked her to come along. She wouldn't even have been there if it wasn't for me. I should have kept a closer eye on her, but she seemed so confident. I shouldn't have let her come with us. She wasn't supposed to be there. But she was so excited about going down the wire. You should have seen her, no fear, she even did a somersault of the top of the tower! I couldn't have done that. Nobody else even tried to do one. She changed her harness to do it. Maybe that's what went wrong. Although it looked like she knew what she was doing. I don't think it was the first time she'd done it."

"Zeke!" Recognising he was babbling almost incessantly I grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently, "snap out of it!" I knew I was being slightly hypocritical as I was not exactly handling the news well either, it had taken me longer than I would care to admit to regain awareness after learning of her fate. He regained his composure slightly as I yelled in his face and I found myself asking him questions before thinking what I was saying. "What do you mean she knew what she was doing? Why did she change her harness?" I realised in that moment that, even after a rocky start, I had grown fond of my troublesome student and I needed to know what had happened to her. If what Zeke said amidst his rambling was true, then why did something go wrong? "Tell me exactly what happened, from the moment you asked her to join you," I demanded rigidly.

Zeke went on to tell me exactly what had happened to her up until he lost sight of her going down the wire, at which point he paused for seemingly no reason. When he didn't continue I gave him a curious look along with a "carry on" motion with my hand, to which he bit his lip slightly. "Well, after that I don't know what happened really. She never made it to the ground and because she was so excited she practically demanded to be first, so that was the last I saw of her."

"So nobody knows what happened? She just vanished?" I had gotten past the point of being polite and was just bluntly asking questions at this point, getting more and more impatient as time went on.

"Kind of." I glared at him wholly unamused to get him to speak faster, which worked well as he hurriedly continued. "Everyone who had done it before went down first to catch the rest of us when we got to the end, and they said they saw her come in – they definitely heard her yelling happily. A few of them told me that they saw her coming in from a distance, and that she was absolutely there. But then as she got closer Amy and Mike swear on their lives that they saw her detach from her harness and start falling. According to the others they screamed in fear as well, so they really did see something fall - even if it wasn't actually her. The others said it was too dark to really tell if she was in the harness before Mike and Amy said they saw her fall, so I don't know if that means she fell earlier or if that really was her. The thing is as I said, we never found her body, even though her harness came to a stop above them and it was totally empty."

I took a moment to process all of the confusing information Zeke had told me before I carefully constructed a decent response - I knew if I didn't, anything I said wouldn't make any sense. "So, none of you know exactly what happened… I take it you went back to look for her, or her body if she did indeed die?" He nodded vigorously, "and found no trace?" the nodding changed to shaking from side to side so fast I wondered briefly if he hurt himself in doing so. I sighed deeply as I mentally assessed the situation - as much as I wanted to go out there and look for her myself, I knew it would be pointless if all fifteen of them couldn't find any sign of her whereabouts.

"That's everything I know Four, I swear it." I nodded once to show that I believed him, which he briefly registered before running a hand through his hair in frustration as he carried on talking. "I really wish I could tell you more. She was my friend and frankly I can't quite believe she's gone… I feel like I should have looked harder, that I should be able to tell you more. People don't just disappear into thin air!"

I quickly put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and told him solemnly, "you have told me plenty and I'm sure Georgia knows that you did everything you could to look for her. But for now I need you to gather everyone else you were with and tell them you all need to write up a report of what happened, because the leaders are going to want to know. Make sure you write as much detail as you can, given how odd this is."

Zeke nodded in confirmation before spinning around and hurriedly walking off, but he didn't get very far before pausing to turn back to me. "Wait, before I go . . . did you want me to tell Ben and Sally about what happened to Georgia?"

"No, I'll tell them," I replied after hesitating slightly, even if I didn't know absolutely everything that happened I thought it would be best if I told them seeing as I wouldn't end up quite as hysterical as Zeke may. If telling me was so difficult I couldn't imagine how hard it would be for him to tell the pair what had happened to their best friend.

It was too late to wake up the two of them at the time, so I waited until morning and stood leaning against the wall near the door to the initiates dorm. This was not going to be easy and I thought it best if there wasn't an audience when I informed them, so I remained out of sight until they left the dorm.

After receiving some strange looks from a few of the initiates for loitering by their room, I was glad when the pair finally came through the door and immediately pushed off the wall to approach them. "Morning, may I have a word with you both?" The pair exchanged a quick glance before agreeing, I swiftly gestured for the pair to follow me in the opposite direction to the rest of their peers, probably confusing them slightly, and took them along the longer route to breakfast.

"So, why did you want to talk to the both of us?" Ben asked from just behind me not long after we set off, impatient to know what I wanted to tell them. I expected they had already guessed that I wanted to talk about Georgia, given that they hadn't seen her all night or that morning, so wasn't surprised when he spoke up. Unfortunately for him we were still out in the open and I wanted to give the pair some semblance of privacy in case they had a complete melt down.

Thankfully we reached my intended destination shortly afterwards and stopped us inside the fairly deep alcove before turning to face them. Regrettably, I only thought to school my features after they had caught sight of my face, and so two pairs of eyes widened in surprise as their faces paled dramatically. "Where is Georgia? What's going on?" Sally demanded soberly before I could even open my mouth to begin explaining why I summoned them, confirming my suspicion about their foresight of the topic of conversation.

"She's dead," I announced as gently as I could after deciding to be slightly blunt about telling them, "I'm so sorry." I watched as their expressions shifted from shock to disbelief as the information slowly sank in and they came to terms with the fact their friend was gone.

"Wha – she – you – that can't be true," Ben exclaimed desperately, "tell us the truth!" He was glaring at me heatedly in an attempt to extract the "truth" out of me when Sally gently laid a hand on his shoulder and murmured something to him that I couldn't hear from where I was standing. Whatever she said managed to calm him down as his next question was almost calm, even if his voiced cracked with emotion, "how did she . . . tell us what happened to her."

The pair listened to me attentively, not even interrupting me to ask any questions, as I told them absolutely everything I knew about the events that occurred last night. My explanation was more articulate than Zeke's had been, but the disjointed nature of the information from multiple points of view meant that I still sounded slightly incoherent as I recounted the tale. Once I had finished there was a moments silence as they processed the tale just like I had to when I was told – it was hard to get your head around the fact someone just vanished like that.

"Wait, so she could just be missing then?" Sally voiced optimistically as her eyes lit up with hope that she wasn't dead. She started rushing off as she exclaimed urgently, "we have to go and look for her!"

"Sally," I caught her arm and brought her to a halt, saying as gently as I could while still being firm, "stop." Pulling her around to face me with my hands on her shoulders, she looked me in the eye as that spark of hope slowly vanished before me and tears welled up in her eyes. "She's gone. They all looked for her for hours afterwards. If she is alive, she doesn't want to be found…" Those tears escaped and trailed lines of sorrow down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly.

At this point Ben stepped in and carefully removed her from my grasp to gently gather her into a comforting hug. She buried her face in his shoulder as she openly wept, her arms wrapping around him when her body began quaking from the intensity of her sobbing. I hoped it wouldn't get any worse, not because I was unsympathetic to her loss but because I had no idea how to comfort or help her. Feeling painfully useless in the situation, I hovered next to them as they both let their emotions loose. This was precisely why I brought them to a secluded area of the building, because I doubt they would have wanted anyone seeing this and privacy was hard to come by among the initiates schedule.

It wasn't long until they had gotten their emotions in check and managed to regain their composure enough to go to lessons – they may not enough time left to go to breakfast by this point unfortunately. They untangled themselves from each other's comforting embrace to face me again, taking a deep breath and standing tall to ensure they stayed strong before heading off.

"Thank you for letting us know so soon, and giving us some privacy when you did," Ben told me solemnly, I didn't think they would be anything but solemn for some time after learning of Georgia's fate – not that I blamed them.

"You are welcome. If you head off now you might make it in time to have some breakfast before your first session, just follow the hallway until you reach the end then turn right and you'll be back on the usual route. Don't worry about being a bit late, I'll cover for you both – but do try and hurry because you don't want to miss anything." Just like that I was back into my usual instructor demeanour, recognising this the pair of friends nodded seriously and followed my instructions hastily.

I trailed after them slowly, not bothering to get any breakfast as I was feeling too nauseous to contemplate eating anything so headed straight for simulation room to get set up for the first initiate. My stomach clenches slightly as I walk when a thought pops into my head before I can stop it – Georgia would have been the first initiate to be tested. If she was still here. They tested the initiates in alphabetical order by surname, she had once told me hers was "Aaronson". My eyes slid closed as I breathed deeply to calm myself.

One of my students was dead.

A student I was supposed to teach and take care of.

My first year as an instructor and I'd lost a student before stage two had even begun. I hoped this wasn't an omen of the years to come, I wasn't a superstitious person but even I knew this was a bad sign. As I continued my way through the corridors I couldn't help but feel I had failed her after assuring her so many times that she would make it to being a fully fledged member of Dauntless. That I would train her well enough she would make it with ease. She'd had a lot of potential if I was honest. As much as I had disliked and distrusted her in the beginning, it would feel incredibly strange not having her around any more. The annoying woman had wormed her way into my life more than I had realised, with her insisting on going for a run every single evening – a run I had to supervise because everyone else had adamantly refused.

I was so lost in thought that I hardly noticed I had arrived at the simulation room, opening the door I stepped into the dark room and began setting up for the first initiate. As I did do I came to an important decision. Georgia was gone, I had to deal with that. I had to move on. I had to put the past behind me. Even if I had failed her, I could make up for it by preventing it from happening again.

She would leave a hole in the group and I knew the absence of her energetic and quirky nature would be noticed by everyone.

But for now, I have initiates to train.

Georgia: *dramatically* Dun, dun, dun! So yeah, thats what happened after I bailed, I'd always been curious about that... He didn't tell me anything else so I'm not sure about anything else, I miiiight not have told him who I really was and that I was alive...so they probably think I died or something. I dunno, anyway thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!