A/N: Hi! As always I've been reading through the last couple chapters before I write the next one, and I'm so sorry for all the mistakes. Phrases that don't make sense, writing the wrong character's name, bad English… I'm really sorry. I promise I'll try to do better, but if I keep up with the mistakes don't go mad at me, I'm just tired. Okay, I'll let you enjoy your chapter now! (:

Chapter Fourteen – Deaths

My kissing time with Emmett in the dark hall lasted for a shorter time than I thought it would last, unfortunately.

"Two nights! You missed your medicine for two nights!" The nurse that has been taking care of the wounds in my back pulls me by the arm, and not even the weird pose I and Emmett had assumed before, stopped her. I take Emmett's hand and drag him with us. He gives me a silent sermon as we walk, and I roll my eyes to him. It's true that he doesn't know it, but it was his fault that I wasn't in the mood to go to the hospital, after all.

In the Dauntless hospital the nurse tells me that I must be a lucky girl because my wounds are getting better even without the medicine. She also tells me that according to my "healing power" I won't have to come back again tomorrow night. I feel like singing. No hospital, more Emmett. I also feel myself blush after this thought and I'm glad I didn't say it out loud.

"What were you thinking?!" Emmett says, as we get out of the hospital and enter one of my favorite places – a dark hall. Now it's not just a place where I feel safe, it's a place where I know I can kiss Emmett. I wonder how the nurse found us in such darkness. "You had luck, but what if you didn't?" He asks. "What if I have a heart attack? What if some meteorite causes the extinction of the human species?" I ask back, rolling my eyes. He stops me by putting his hands on my shoulders and making me look in his eyes. "It's not funny, Is. You have to take care of yourself. Promise me!" This boy is making me promise too many things… "I promise," I say. He looks down, sort of embarrassed. "I'm not ready to lose you."

I didn't see that one coming, and I'm a little stupefied when I get on my toes to kiss him. "And you won't have to." I say, feeling my lips moving against his. We breathe the same air for a few seconds as he makes a decision. "Do you know what time is it?" I shake my head – as always, I'm not using a watch. It's a little odd that Emmett is not wearing his either: back in Candor, he never forgot to put it on. "There's something I need to show you, but I need it to be when the dorm is empty." I nod, curious, though I don't say a word. He takes my hand. "Meanwhile I would like to show you something else – a place."

He drives me to the Pit and starts climbing towards the wooden bridges near the roof made of glass, the only exterior source of light in the Dauntless headquarters. "What are you doing?" I ask, wondering if he's expecting me to follow him. He laughs. "C'mon. I won't let you fall." "Oh, yeah, because I forgot you can sustain me using the power of the mind." I say, refusing to climb. He rolls his eyes to me, but he gets down. "Go first," he says. "What?!" "Then, in case you're nearly falling, I'll be right there to hold you." I bite my lip, trying to decide what to do. He takes my hand and puts it on the rock. "Don't you trust me?" He whispers, placing his chin on my shoulder. All of sudden, I panic, not knowing what to do – why did I even think I was able to date someone, especially when that someone is Emmett? Me, the girl who was afraid of physical contact with everyone but Kate when I first got here! I start climbing, momentarily forgetting I'm afraid of heights.

It takes about half an hour for us to get to one of the wooden bridges; although I bet Emmett would take far less time if it wasn't for me. It's empty, and even though I'm trembling, he takes me to the center of it, so that we can sit there. I hate the fact that my feet are hanging instead of being firmly based on the ground. Emmett puts his arm around my waist to keep me steady – which now makes me feel like I'm on fire, instead of only feeling that special fire in a specific zone where our "skins" touch, like I did before.

"Look." He says, pointing to the chasm, and caring me in the arm with his left hand – the one which arm is around my waist. I do as he says, fighting against my fear of looking down, which is part of being afraid of heights for those who don't know it. I take my time to understand what he's showing me, but once I'm caught on its beauty I stop trembling and I let my head rest against his neck. It's wonderful how he still has that sweet but male smell when so much as changed, though somehow, that makes me smile. I focus on the water. As it crashes the rocks, the water splashes in little drops, making it look like there's rainbow down there when the light coming from the window-roof over us meets the drops. "It's beautiful." I say, still smiling.

We start climbing down when we see that the Dauntless members are starting to walk towards the dining hall. It takes even more time than climbing up and Emmett is more careful as he helps me down – he knows I have more chances to fall now that I can't see where I'm supposed to put my feet on. Luckily we're done without injuries, if we don't count on the callus in my hands. We run to the dorm, afraid someone might be on an "eating-as-fast-as-you-can" mood. Once we get there I sit on my bed as Emmett goes look for something under his bed. Two minutes later he is sitting on my bed too, caring a few sheets of an old newspaper.

"Hmm…" He starts, trying to deal with the words. "I- I don't want to hurt you- but- hum… I thought- I thought you deserved to see this." He looks sort of sad and hurt. My brain starts working immediately and I know what he's going to show me when he lends me the newspaper – my sister.

First of all, I look at the pictures, and I see her – I see the girl in my simulation. A taller and prettiest version of what I was when I was her age. I take a brief second to be sad about it, but I know I can't get stuck on it again, so I move on. Some pieces of the text are highlighted and I know Emmett did it, as it was done too carefully. The first sheet said:

"March, 20 (…) Last night, a three year old girl was given as missing. (…) Her parents said they left her in the kinder garden in the morning, and when they went there to get her she wasn't there."

Then there was one, from three days later:

"March, 23 (…) There are still no signs of the missing girl, Emily Moore. This is a rare case and the police are doing everything to find her."

And finally, in small letters, in the bottom of the last sheet of a newspaper:

" April, 12 (…) Emily Moore (…) was buried yesterday, at the City's cemetery."

"I checked everything, and they never said anything about finding her body or about an investigation. They just said she was buried. Like…" "Shh." I say. Emmett was talking to fast, as if he thought he owed me an explanation. He takes the sheets of my hands and places them on the bed. Then he moves, making me lie turned to the door, and he lies too, sort of behind me, with his arms around me. The sheets are somewhere near my knees, forgotten for now.

"Are you going to cry?" He asks. «I want to», is my first thought, but I know I can't. I know I can't let it haunt me. "No." I say, determined. But he knows what I'm thinking, as he always does. He kissed me in the neck, softly, making me smile – it's been a while since the last and only time he has done that. I look back to him, and he presses his lips on mine. I lace my fingers from my left hand on his hair to pull him closer, fully aware of his hands on my stomach, also pulling me closer to him. He moves his left hand, and puts it on my neck, to keep my head steady and closer to his.

"How interesting!" I and Emmett jump when Ethan interrupts us. He's holding the sheets, and I'm a hundred percent sure he read them before he gave signs of being in the room. Emmett stands up immediately and tries to get the newspaper back, but Ethan hides it behind his back. "A dead sister… and the mute can kiss! That's news to me!" "Give me that, Ethan!" Emmett shouts. Ethan shakes his finger, saying he won't. "Your time will come, Boyfriend. I'm sure we can talk about your slutty sister." This time I don't wait for Emmett to react. Without noticing it, I had stand up as well, and punched Ethan in the exact moment Emmett screamed "DON'T EVER SAY A WORD ABOUT MY FAMILY AGAIN, YOU COWARD!"

It all happened to fast. Ethan dropped the sheets as he came to punch me, I squatted to get away from him and get the newspapers. Ethan ended up by punching the hair. Four and the others – including Maeve and Owen – came in as Emmett made Ethan fall to the ground by pushing him from the back. Emmett shouted "JUST TRY!" to Ethan, as I held hands with him and we left the dorm, just to enter the man's bathroom a few doors away. Owen and Maeve came inside right after us and none said a word about the fact that there are two girls in the wrong bathroom.

"Four wants to talk to you two." Maeve says, casually. Then she turns to me, smiling. "Did it feel good?" It was childish, but we all laughed. "That's my girl." Emmett said, as he kissed me in the forehead. Both Owen and Maeve looked surprised for a second, but then they smiled and I felt good. I admit it; I spend the day – well the part of the day I want to remember – afraid of how was going to act in public, I mean, when I'm around Emmett; especially in front of Owen. But Emmett made things so simple, by showing we're together without making me uncomfortable or forcing anything. It felt right – mostly because I realize, I can finally say it out loud: my Emmett.

Surprisingly, Four smiled when he entered the bathroom last night. Of course he glance at all of us, including Maeve and Owen, but I was expecting a sermon about my Divergence when he said he wanted to give me a word alone. I couldn't be more mistaken: all he did was congratulating me for finally started dating Emmett – of course Ethan didn't lost his chance to tell everyone what he found me and Emmett doing. But to tell the truth, it was easier this way, although I was a little scared with the huge smiles everyone gave us this morning. Four also said today would be our last day of simulations and that he will introduce us to phase three tomorrow. So now, as I'm walking towards dark corridor and I eat my chocolate muffin, with my brown curly hair caught up on a pony tail, I feel nervous.

"So you're saying that from all the simulations we've been through only two will count?" Emmett takes a piece of my muffin as he talks to Owen. "Yeah. I think they'll choose our best one, and our last one, which means, the one we'll do today. Then they'll calculate the average of the two values and add our classifications from phase one." Emmett takes a moment of silence to think about his words. "But will this simulation be a new one, or will they repeat one we've been through before so that we can do our best?" Owen shrugs. "Well, I'm not an expert in these things, but from my sixteen years in this faction I think I can tell you they won't make things easy for you." We all laugh, and I notice I almost forgot Maeve was there – she's too quiet, and I wonder if it's just because she's nervous as well. I mean, she's the fastest of us all – I have no doubts in there –, so why would she be nervous? Maybe, it's as Owen said, they won't make things easy for us today.

Emmett tries to steal the last piece of my muffin before we sit, but I put it in my mouth before he can do it. "Hey!" He says, and I show him my tongue. He sits leaning against the wall, and I sit between his legs, my back leaning against his chest, just like we did on the train when we were coming back from the capture the flag game. He whispers stuff like "You think you're too good, don't you?" and tickles me, as we wait for Four to call our names. I have to strain to laugh in silence.

"Maeve." Lauren calls. We all freeze – they changed the order for today, which means they can call either me, Emmett or Owen anytime from now on. I take Emmett's arm on my hands and I look at his black wrist watch. I don't know what Maeve sees but she gets pale when she looks inside the room. I start counting the minutes once Four closes the door. It takes exactly six minutes and four seconds for Four to open the door again.

"Is." I tremble a little as I stand up. Emmett squeezes my hand and I wish him good luck. I walk towards the door, and I feel sweaty on my neck as all I hear is my steps on the cement floor. I get to the door and Four puts his hand on my arm – a fast move, to wish me luck and to warn me I can't be too fast – and that's when I see what Maeve also saw, and I feel myself getting paler as well.

I could swear even Eric's piercings were staring at me while I sat in the dentist's chair. Lauren was preparing the syringe and Four was connecting the electrodes to himself, and then to Eric; he still has two on his hands so I assume Lauren will be watching my simulation as well. I want to ask Four if it's going to be a new simulation today, but I dry swallow and let Lauren insert the syringe on a special place on my neck. Four gives Lauren her electrodes and glances at me right before I knock out – Hang on. It ends today. You can do it. And then I'm gone.

I open my eyes and I'm in the training room – the shooting one. I look around to see what I have to do. The big target it's prepared, which means knives. I sigh. It's not that hard. It's as Emmett said, I'm the shooter and not the target. But then, why is my heart beating so fast? Something's wrong, I can feel it. But I walk towards the table, anyways, to get the knives. That's when I notice there are no knives for me to throw. I look around. Nothing. Zero knives.

Without thinking, I run to the door, but it opens by itself. I step backwards as Ethan, Lara and Eric come in. All of them have knives in their hands and they're walking towards me. I keep on stepping backwards, until eventually I hit the target behind me. The three smile at the same time, which I find a little odd. And I think that's somewhere when my brain starts working, even if my pounding heart nearly stops me from doing it. "Wasn't Eric in the simulation room? How is here, already? Wait… This is a simulation!"

I hold my breath as I force myself to believe in my brain – even in a simulation, I'm not sure I can't die. But that's when I remember Four's words: "In addition to containing the transmitter, the serum stimulates the amygdale, which is the part of the brain involved in processing negative emotions, like fear. Then it induces a hallucination into a simulated image that I can see in my mind, using wires like the ones you used on the faction test. I will then forward the recording to Dauntless headmasters. You stay in the hallucination until you calm down, which means lower your heart race and control your breathing."

I close my eyes, and I focus on my breath, trying to calm my heart down. I'm fully aware of the other's presence, and by others I mean the simulated-Ethan, simulated-Lara and simulated-Eric, and even more aware of the knives on their hands, but this time, I'm not letting either Ethan or Eric, the pleasure of scaring me. I wonder what the real-Eric must be thinking right now, and I almost laugh.

Everything goes black and when I open my eyes, I immediately look at Four. He nods – I did fine. "Eight minutes and thirty-three seconds." Eric says, holding some sheets of paper on his hands. "For what I see here, you got worst. Probably you were lucky yesterday." I can hear an acute tone on his voice, and I know he's just trying to put me down. But I could also see Four and Lauren laughing at each other behind him, so I ask if I can leave. They say I can and I leave through the back door.

I know I'm not allowed to go back to the dark corridor where the others are, so I just wait for Emmett there. I think about looking for Maeve, but I've been selfish to Emmett, by not asking him how hard it has been for him so far, so I wait. As the time passes I get a little nervous, but I might be over reacting. As I don't have a clock, I don't know how long it has been since I got out.

I walk the whole corridor three times before I hear a door being opened behind me. Surprisingly, it's Emmett who comes out of the simulation room. I run to him, and he takes me on his arms, pressing me against his chest. He's crying. "I- I-…" I put my hands on his cheeks and I make him look into my eyes, which I find quite hard, as he's holding me as close as he cans. "Shh. Calm down. It's over now." I say, cleaning the tears on his eyes. "I'm here." He hides his face on my hair as he calms down, before he tries to tell me what happened again. "I was handcuffed, and I had to see you getting shot to death, and then it was Kate's turn, and I knew my family was coming next. And it was so hard to force myself to calm down during Kate's death, but I did it." He was crying again, and I pulled him closer to me. As always, Emmett is selfless. Of course he doesn't fear his own death, but he fears for the ones he loves.

"We're fine. I'm here. No one is death. Shh." I repeated this over and over again until he calmed down, which was about the time Owen got out of the room. From the four of us, he was the one that took more time, and surprisingly he seems to be the one that deals with the simulations better. Emmett holds my hand, but I'm still concerned, so I squeeze it to make sure he's fine. He squeezes back – he can handle it from now on.

Owen sees us and comes to meet us. "Where's Maeve?" I'm ready to answer that I don't know when she appears at the end of the hall with some sandwiches on a plastic bag. "I almost thought you'd all die in there!" She says, making fun us. "Well, not all of us can have a super fast heart control." Owen replies, as he fights with Maeve for the plastic bag. She wins and takes a sandwich for herself and then passes it to me. I take one as well, with a rushed "thank you" and I share it with Emmett. Owen immediately steals the plastic bag from us and attacks the only sandwich left – Maeve was probably counting on me and Emmett sharing. They keep fighting over the empty bag and I decide it's time to have a talk with Emmett. Plus, none of us is feeling like laughing right now. "We'll see you at dinner." I say. "What? You're losing the fight?" Owen asks. I laugh – not a forced laugh, but they still understand we really need to go. Maeve uses the chance to take Owen the bag and we leave.

I take us to the only place I can think about – the wooden bridge Emmett showed me yesterday. He looks surprised when I start climbing, but he still keeps close, making sure I won't fall due to my uncontrolled trembling. Once we get to the wooden bridge we sit on the center of it, just like we did yesterday and take a few minutes to watch the water down in the chasm.

"Why are we here?" Emmett asks, putting my fringe behind my ear. "Because this was the only place I could remember where no one will be able to hear us." "And why can't anyone hear us?" I look up. His blue eyes are fully focused on me. I know I blush a little but it's not time to care about that. "Emmett, tell about your faction test." He freezes for a second before he answers me. "That was some time ago. Forget what happened that day." He says. "What if I can't? What if- What if I'm like you?" His eyes open too much, like when he's shocked and he stutters a little as he talks. "You're-? That's why-? No. You can't be. It's not- It's not possible." But I nod, and he sighs. A sad sigh, a painful sigh. It hurts him to know I'm Divergent just like it hurts me to let him know like this. Just like it hurt me when I found out about him; I remember that need of protection I felt over him the moment I realized it. "Divergent?" He doesn't say it, he simply moves his lips and I read them. I know he wants me to deny it now, but I can't. I nod again. For a long moment he doesn't say a word, as he processes what I just told him, but then, unexpectedly, he moves forward to kiss me. Like a real kiss – an intense kiss. It scared me actually, as if he was afraid it would be our last, but it didn't stop me from kissing him back, because I know, it could. Someone could find out about one of us tomorrow, and believe me, we wouldn't last another day.

We don't say it, but we stand up and go down. He knows I told him what I had to, and staying here, far from everyone is only going to call attentions, so we leave. We leave with the promise that we won't talk about each other's Divergence to anyone – we'll protect each other, even if it cost our lives.

Four was wrong – for me, it goes farther than phase two. Being a Divergent is dangerous. Dating another Divergent is a suicide mission, and that's what I'm applying for. I'll die. I can feel it. But I'll fight.

A/N: Did you like it? Review it! (And this is how you shouldn't do commercials! :D) I would be more than thankful to hear what you think about it, and just to state: EMMETT HAS A GIRLFRIEND!
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