This chapter follows the movie quite closely, but obviously I made some adjustments. Some moments were altered. It's not all that predictable. Enjoy :)

The train screeches to a stop. It is so unusual for trains to stop in this city. Normally, the passengers always have to jump. But obviously robotic Dauntless members would fall on their face if they tried to do anything like that. Not a good look.

Tris glances at Four before following the crowd off the train. He is as tense as ever. But letting Tris on his biggest secret has calmed him slightly. He is Divergent. Just like her. How did she not see this coming? Of course, she was too preoccupied in spending time with stupid Eric. And look how that turned out.

They shuffle their feet in the gravel, forcing one foot in front of the other. Tris walks past the tall buildings, her heart in her throat, her stomach flipping over. She used to catch the bus to school here. Some of her first memories have originated here. Near her house. Near Abnegation.

In unison, Tris and Tobias look at the grey blocks a few yards away from them. And then they look at each other. He is thinking exactly what she is, except he probably might know a bit more. An attack on Abnegation? What would drive Erudite to create an army and send them fighting with the most innocent people in the city? But they wouldn't be fighting. They would only be attacking.

All too soon, they reach the first street in the Abnegation sector. Some soldiers stop at the entrance, some walk around a corner as if waiting for something there. Tris glances at Four- unsure- not knowing what they would have been programmed to do. The easiest thing right now would be to stick to the line they are in and follow them deeper and deeper into the village.

She sees Christina walking off to the right. Why does she feel like this is the last time she will see her?

A scream. Tris turns her head towards it. She sees an Abnegation family being kicked out of their safe haven. Their house. The children are restrained straight away, along with their mother.

"We need to find my parents," Tris says, her voice shaking. She can't even begin to imagine what would happen to her parents here. Her mother is smart. She would try to lead a large group of Abnegation away from here. But that would not be enough. All of these families and children left… forced out into the streets, soldiers raiding their living rooms. What is going on?

There is a commotion further ahead, which seems to get a lot of attention. A man, probably the father in the family, stands right in front of a soldier, demanding answers. As anybody would be doing right now. He demands and demands but the soldier does not reply. She is in a sim. Tris widens her eyes.

It's Tori.

Another soldier walks up to the man (this one seems to be conscious). He pushes the man's shoulder, trying to talk some sense into the guy. But just as he begins to speak, Tori shoots the victim. The Abnegation man falls to the stony pavement. Dead.

Tris' legs fail her, and she halts mid-step, staring at the second death she witnessed today.

"Just keep moving," Tobias whispers to her, pushing her along, "Where's your house?"

She complies, stepping over the man's body, forcing her head to stay up. They have lost their line now. They are on their own, probably looking suspicious as they quicken their pace and head closer and closer to Tris' parent's house.

"Mom! Dad?" she yells once they are in and the door is closed. The living room is empty. It is eerily quiet. Tris knows that they are not there and yet heads up the stairs for another check-up, "Mom!"

Her head darts around, glancing into every room. First her old one, then Caleb's old one and then finally their parent's. Not a single life is present. They have left.

Tris runs back down the stairs, her gun close to her chest. That's when she meets Tobias, half crouched and aiming at the door. He turns his head to look at her, worry crossing his face.

"Where would they have gone?"

"I don't know," she answers honestly. Even after they leave the house and end up outside, his question still echoes in her head. Where would they have gone? Where would they have gone? She repeats it to herself under her breath, over and over again until the question doesn't sound like it was formed by individual English words.

Where would they have gone? Her mind is blank. They never used to go anywhere. Abnegation is their home. There is nowhere to go. This isn't Dauntless. There are no events like Ferris-wheel-climbing to go to.

If I was mom, where would I go? Even after rephrasing the question, she arrives at the same answer. I don't know. I honestly don't have a clue.

Four finds a line of people they can follow and starts following it like a natural. Tris shadows him. She stares at his back, trying to get as close to him as possible. She can't see what's in front. She can only see his back. And when he abruptly stops, she has no choice but to do the same. Her eyes flicker back to dead. Back to zombie mode. And she stares.

A familiar figure crosses over to her, his hand a ghost on her shoulder. It takes her a moment to allow the feeling to sink in. And when it does, she realizes who is standing beside her. No one other than Eric. And Max is hovering around. Fucking Max. Why is he always there?

She slides her finger over the trigger on her gun.

"Legendary Four," he murmurs, walking back over to stand in front of Tobias. Tris breathes a sigh of relief. As long as he doesn't look at her, she should have no problem being in character, "A mindless drone. You were first in your class, now you're…. nothing."

There is an awkward silence whilst Eric stares into Four's "dead" eyes. He sighs. And then he starts walking again. But then he stops. Right next to her. She tenses up again, forcing herself not to blink too rapidly.

"Not really sure why they programmed her to follow you," he continues speaking, reaching out to touch Tris' cheek. She flinches slightly. Stupid. Stupid move.

Eric steps back to look at Four, an expectant silence falling before him.

"What?" Max spits, folding his arms. Eric glances back at Tris, blinking in astonishment. Does he know? Why is he looking at her like that? He leans in slightly, staring deeply into her eyes. And all of a sudden, it's just too painful. She starts tearing up, "Think he might be…?"

"There's one way to find out," Eric answers, raising his loaded gun to the back of Four's head, "Say goodbye, asshole-"

"Goodbye," Tris speaks, raising her weapon to Eric.

"Move and you die," Four says, raising his gun to Max's head as he raises his to Tris'.

Eric doesn't seem that surprised. He just looks at her and smiles. And then a half-hearted laugh escapes his mouth. Max on the other hand, is shocked.

"The Stiff?" he turns to look at Four, his glare returning, "Two Stiffs. Two dead Stiffs."

"You can't let a single Divergent slip though," Max huffs, clenching his hand tightly around his weapon, "This is what happens."

"She's not going to shoot me," Eric confirms, lifting his head up. Why is he so confident? He betrayed her. It doesn't matter how close they used to be. They are not that close anymore. And once again, he insulted her. Like he always had. She was so blind.

"I think you might be overestimating my character," Tris replies, squinting as she prepares to shoot.

What he does next takes her aback. He turns around so fast that she barely has the chance to respond. He whacks the gun out of her hand, causing the heavy magazine to bruise her wrist immediately. Tris cries out in pain, diving down to retrieve her weapon. As she does, a loud bang is heard from Four's gun. And then a yell from Eric. He shot him.

She turns to look, tucking her weapon under her arm again. Tobias hits Max in the jaw with his gun. And then he turns to look at her, "Run!"

So she does. While Eric writhes around on the ground in agony. Her heart skips a beat, and she has to turn around. To make sure he is okay. There is blood seeping out of a wound in his leg. It's only his leg. He will be fine.

A herd of Dauntless robots run towards them, their guns at the ready. But Four shoots each of them in the chest, never missing his targets. Tris runs after him, the throbbing pain in her wrist slowly starting to disappear. And as it does, a loud bang is heard from behind her. And then a shot of electricity down her arm.

She winces, falling forward, Tobias catching her before she hits the ground, "Ah!"

"You hit?"

She nods slowly, not quite processing what just happened. She was shot. How could she have been so stupid? Why didn't she look behind her?

Four's arm tightens around her as her head starts to spin. She has never been shot before. But she remembers thinking that if she was, she would always keep her back straight and never fall to the ground. How naïve she was to think that. If Four wasn't here right now, she would be flat on the floor.

"Drop your weapons," Max commands. And she lets the gun clatter at her feet.