Hello! I published some of this story several years ago on an alternate account that I have since deleted. I had decided I wasn't so sure I liked it. But I have written a bit more since then and I might as well share it with you all again. Some other story on the site inspired the premise for this but it had been abandoned after a couple of chapters and I can't remember what it was called.

I'll publish what I have already written pretty quickly... a couple chapters a week probably, as I complete editing on them. Updates will probably be slow once I get through what is already written; Count On Me is still my main focus and will be until it is completed. I know updates are slow enough on that as it is. Real life has been hitting me pretty hard. Without going into all the gritty personal details, we've had some pretty serious crises going on. But I will continue writing when I have the time, energy and inspiration.

**Please note- I have changed around their ages a bit. Tris and Uriah are 15 while Caleb, Zeke and Four are 16.**

Anyway... here it is. I hope you like the story!

ABNEGATION HELLIONS

CHAPTER ONE

Uriah POV (age 15)

I follow my sister swiftly down the old oak tree outside our bedroom window. Just moments ago, she clambered through the window much earlier than I expected her back, ordering me in a harsh whisper to put on my shoes and come help her.

"Help with what?" I asked her as I slipped on my worn gray sneakers.

Beatrice was already climbing back out the window. "Tobias," was all she answered.

I hang off the bottom branch, my feet just a yard off the ground, and let myself fall, bending my knees a bit to ease the impact. Beatrice motions frantically for me to follow her. What happened to Tobias? Did he get jumped in the Factionless sector? Fall from something, I wonder? I follow as Beatrice walks, darting between shadows to stay hidden from view, in the direction of Tobias's house. This surprises me, since that's the last place I would expect to need to sneak around like this to help Beatrice's secret boyfriend, because what could be wrong with him in his own home that he couldn't ask his father for help with?

"Tris!" I hiss, chasing after her as she darts around the side of the Eatons' house. It is a box-shaped, gray concrete dwelling identical to every other home in Abnegation, including our own, except that ours has three bedrooms instead of two, so this house is slightly smaller than ours.

Beatrice doesn't answer me; she just begins climbing. My jaw drops as she scales the side of the building as if she has done it a thousand times before. I suppose she probably has. Outside our own bedroom we use a tree, but there is no tree here. It takes a moment for me to see that footholds have been chipped away at random intervals up the side of the house. The window above us must be Tobias's. I carefully follow her up, though I have barely made progress when she disappears into the open bedroom window, because I have to search out the unfamiliar foot and hand holds in little light.

Beatrice is sitting on top of the gray blanket on Tobias's neatly made twin bed when I finally make it through the window. As Tobias is the only child in his family, he has a room of his own. There are four children in my family, so my "twin" sister and I share one room, and our older brothers, Ezekiel and Caleb, share the other. The third bedroom, of course, is our parents'. I wonder what it would be like to have a space all to myself like this. I suppose it wouldn't make that much difference; we don't really have things of our own, and we aren't supposed to spend time thinking of ourselves. To think of oneself; that time is better spent thinking about ways to help others.

I look around the room and see that Tobias isn't here. "Well?" I whisper. "I thought he needed help? Where is he?" Beatrice puts a finger to her lips and gives me a stern look. I roll my eyes; I know how to be quiet. If she has so little faith in me, she should have brought Ezekiel or Caleb, instead.

Beatrice tiptoes into the hallway and pulls a pin out of her hair before kneeling in front of the door to the small hall closet and working the lock with the pin. My eyes widen when not even thirty seconds later, it springs open. How does Beatrice know how to do that? To watch her, you'd think she did this all the time.

Maybe she does.

Beatrice is my twin sister, and we're close. I didn't think we had any secrets. I'm a little hurt now, realizing that trust must be one-sided. What else hasn't she trusted me enough to share?

All those thoughts are set aside when I see what is inside the closet.

I stare in horror at the figure folded into the fetal position on the closet floor. His short dark hair, long gangly limbs, ears that stick out just a little too much, and olive skin… I know that he is Tobias. But I can't seem to connect the image of this boy I grew up with, my brother Ezekiel's closest friend, my twin sister's secret boyfriend (at least that's one secret she did trust me with)... with the bloody, crumpled, unconscious figure sitting in front of me.

"He's totally out. I can't do this alone, not with him unconscious. It's never been this bad before." Before?! "Help me move him to the bed," she whispers. "You get his arms, I'll take his legs."

Numbly, as if on autopilot, I nod and maneuver my way into the closet far enough that I can grab under his arms, and I half lift, half drag him into the hall. Beatrice picks up his legs. In the little bit of moonlight shining into the hall, I see the tears glistening in her eyes. It is hard for me to see my friend like this, but I know it's even harder for my sister to see the boy she loves in this condition. I feel like I should be able to piece together what is going on here, but it's as though nothing in the world makes sense any more, and I can't seem to impart any logic to this situation.

I start to put Tobias on his back, since that is the way we've been carrying him, but Beatrice stops me. "Uriah!" she hisses, then glances over her shoulder like she's afraid someone will pop out of the shadows if she is too loud. "His back is hurt. We have to lay him on his stomach."

With all the thoughts buzzing around my brain, I didn't even think of that. Beatrice won't call me stupid out loud, but I can see on her face that she's thinking it.

Once we have got him on the bed I have to help Beatrice strip his shirt off. It's becoming very clear that she's helped him with similar situations before… many times. She doesn't react at all to seeing him half-naked, not that there's anything at all… sexual… about this situation. But I can't help but wonder if she has seen his naked chest outside of a medical situation like this. Tris gets too embarrassed to go into any sort of detail about what she and Tobias do, though I have caught them kissing before. Here in Abnegation, they shouldn't even be holding hands, not even in private. Actually, they shouldn't ever be near each other in private in the first place.

But I guess Beatrice just doesn't fit into Abnegation any better than I do.

Beatrice quickly and expertly cleans and wraps the large, long cuts and welts on Tobias's back. It seems pretty clear what happened, but it doesn't make sense. Tobias's father is Marcus Eaton, the leader of Abnegation and head of the city council. He is the highest member of government, and he was chosen for that position because of his selflessness and good moral character. So, how can it be possible that Marcus Eaton would beat his son?

I think this is going to be a long night. I think Beatrice has a whole lot to explain to me.

Beatrice runs ahead of me and jumps into the train car first, and I follow quickly after, knocking her over in the process. "Oops, sorry sis," I chuckle.

"Yeah, not having a guy twice my size land on me would be preferable." I chuckle but stop abruptly when I see the tears shining in her eyes. "You really should be more careful." She turns away and steps to the back wall of the car, sliding down the wall until she's sitting on the floor. The tears are running down her cheeks.

"Tris?" My voice comes out sounding like a child's, using the name I called her when I was a toddler. I took longer to speak well than Beatrice, and for a long time, Ezekiel, Caleb and Beatrice were Zee, Cale and Tris. Beatrice chokes out a sob as she looks down and shakes her head. I sit next to her, hip to hip, and wrap an arm around her narrow shoulders. "What's going on? Is this about what happened to Tobias, or is there something else? I feel like you're keeping a lot of secrets from me, Tris."

Beatrice sucks in a deep, shaky breath. "He has to leave, Uriah. He can't stay here."

"I know." After what I saw tonight, I know why. "But you knew he would be leaving, Beatrice. So are you and me, next year. This is what we've been training for the whole last two years."

"I know that," she sighs. "It- I can't- I don't think I can do this alone, Uriah! But if I tell him the truth, he'll stay! He can't. He just can't. We will never be safe."

"Tris, what are you…" I trail off when I see the way her hands are pressed low on her stomach and all the pieces come together. There's a lot she hasn't told me, alright. "Beatrice," I hiss, "are you pregnant?!"

"I think so," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I- I think I'm… several weeks… late."

"You can't seriously be considering letting Tobias leave without saying anything!" I explode. "He deserves to know, Beatrice. Caleb and Ezekiel should know before they leave as well. Just think how mad Ezekiel will be when you show up next year with a baby!"

"He can't stay!" she screams back. Her face is red and the tears on her cheeks shine in the moonlight. I wrap my arms around my sister and she sobs into my shirt. I know she is right… he wouldn't leave her alone with this. And then not only would he be stuck here for the rest of the life, but Beatrice and the kid would be, too. I know Beatrice would never leave him after he stayed here for her. And who knows what Marcus would do if he found out Tobias got a girl pregnant. I don't want to imagine it.

"Okay," I murmur in her ear as I smooth back the hair that has come loose from her Abnegation bun. "Okay, okay, you're right. He can't know." I release her and step back. "You need to tell him on Visiting Day, though, okay? And please, stop keeping so many secrets from me. You know you can trust me, Beatrice."

"Deal," she concedes. "But no telling Ezekiel or Caleb, or Mom and Dad either. Not before Tobias knows. Pinky promise?" She holds out her pinky finger, bent a little like a fishhook.

"Pinky promise." I link my pinky finger into hers and we shake once.

"As for secrets…" she sighs. "I just wasn't comfortable talking to my brother about… how far Tobias and I had gone. And his secrets… are his secrets to tell, not mine. Please don't tell him you know. I don't think he has any idea you were there tonight, we should keep it that way."

I frown, but I can see that this is important to Beatrice. "Okay, I won't say anything."

Tobias POV (age 16)

I'm laughing so hard that I've got a stitch in my side as Uriah finishes his impression of Mrs. Egland, his faction history teacher. Ezekiel, Caleb and I all had her for faction history last year. "Yeah, yeah, you laugh now… Tobias." Damn it. I'm sure Uriah knows more about Beatrice and me than he should, and there's something off about him the last few days. If he is mad at me about something, I can only hope that he doesn't make me reveal anything about my relationship with Beatrice. Her other brothers don't know, and we already decided together to wait until after her initiation to tell them. I don't think he would do that to her, though.

He stares at me for a long moment, then breaks eye contact and turns his attention to his brother. "Candor or Dauntless, Caleb?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I swear I see fear flash in Caleb's eyes, and I have to stifle a smirk. Caleb doesn't usually hang out with us in our makeshift training room, and I'm positive that he does not have an aptitude for Dauntless, that's for sure. He thinks a lot of our dares are crazy and dangerous.

"Pansycake," Uriah mutters.

"Pansy-what?" Ezekiel says, looking at his little brother like he's lost his mind.

"Pansycake," Beatrice says. "He heard some Dauntless kid about three years below us say it. The Dauntless girl that sits by me in Faction History said that it's supposed to be this huge insult, but no one uses it any more."

"Well, I'm gonna bring it back," Uriah insists. "Hmmm…" Uriah taps his chin. "What do you think you're gonna choose on Friday?" Friday is the choosing ceremony. It's only two days away; tomorrow, Ezekiel, Caleb and I will take our aptitude tests. Ezekiel and I are going to Dauntless; Uriah and Beatrice will follow us next year. On the surface, Caleb is a perfect Abnegation, but I have gotten to know him pretty well, and I am just not sure his true thoughts and feelings match the facade.

Caleb's eyes dart from face to face.

"Oh, come on, man," Ezekiel says, rolling his eyes. "You know all four of us are going to Dauntless. We're not going to be calling you a faction traitor or anything."

Caleb looks guiltily around the room then sighs in concession. "Fine," he says. "I- well, I mean, I'll see what my test says tomorrow but… I think maybe Erudite." Beatrice gasps, and I elbow her in the side. Ezekiel just said we wouldn't give him a hard time. I know, though, that her father doesn't like Erudite at all, so I'm sure the revelation does seem like the makings of a faction traitor to her. It kind of does to me, too- my father was friends with Erudite's leader, Jeanine Matthews, for most of my life, but even he seems unable to tolerate her any more.

"I'll see what my test says," Caleb mutters, looking down at his hands.

Uriah pipes in, "Hey, it's cool, Cale. I mean, it's not like any of the rest of us are sticking around Abnegation, right? You go where you belong. Beatrice might have been a little surprised…" he glares in her direction and she looks guilty. "...but I can see it. You can do some good with all that knowledge and crap."

"Thank you for your oh-so-eloquent approval, Uriah," Caleb teases with a grin. "Okay," he says, his eyes settling on me. "Tobias. Candor or Dauntless."

Dares always carry the risk that I could be caught doing something I shouldn't, and Marcus would find out. "Candor," I say.

"Are you a virgin?" he says jokingly, obviously thinking he knows the answer and that it's the same as every other dependent my age in Abnegation- an obvious yes.

Only it's not.

My face heats up and I shift uncomfortably. "Um… well… uh…" I bite my lip and pull off my baggy gray Abnegation coat.

"You're such a Stiff, Tobias," Ezekiel chuckles, rolling his eyes. 'Stiff' is the slur other factions use to describe the Abnegation. "You sure you're ready to transfer to Dauntless in two days? C'mon, you don't need to be embarrassed about being a virgin; we all are." Oh, if only he knew the real answer… and who else in this room has an answer that matches mine. Beatrice shifts uncomfortably next to me; I can only hope that her brothers will think she's just shy about the subject in general, rather than guessing the real reason for her embarrassment.

"Ezekiel," I say, hurrying to change the subject. "Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless," he says proudly.

I rub the back of my neck as I think. Ezekiel isn't like Caleb; he'll do pretty much any dare I throw at him. We all grew up playing Candor, but one day a few months ago, Ezekiel heard some Dauntless kids talking about Candor or Dauntless and thought it was a great idea. Once in awhile, instead of or after our secret training at night, we'll play the game. He's done everything from jumping a train to scaling the sculpture outside the upper levels school that the Dauntless dependants like to climb. "Go into that creepy abandoned movie theater on Grand Avenue- alone, no taking Beatrice or Uriah- and find something to bring back out with you." Ezekiel may be brave, but he's braver with his little brother or sister with him. I think Beatrice is probably the most Dauntless of us all.

The game continues until Caleb looks at his watch and announces that it's after one o'clock. We all have to be at school tomorrow, so sadly, we decide to head home. This is really our last night of fun and games together- ever, probably, as I'm positive Caleb will not come along with Ezekiel and me to Dauntless- and it's hard to let it end.

Beatrice and I trail several yards behind the others. Caleb glances back at us with narrowed eyes once, and my heart pounds a little harder, but then he turns back to his conversation with Ezekiel and Uriah, and seems to forget about Beatrice and me dawdling behind them. Tris and I have always been very close, so it shouldn't look too suspicious.

"Two days," she says, cutting into the silence between us, her voice breaking. "I can't believe after two days, we'll be apart for a whole year."

She looks into my eyes. I see tears pooling in hers, and I am taken aback by the fear and pain I see in them. Sometimes I have wondered whether there's anything Beatrice is afraid of, so it catches me off guard. She quickly looks away.

"It will be okay, Tris," I reassure her quietly. "A year will feel long, but then we can start our lives together. When we see each other again when you join Dauntless, everything will be how it was, but better. I promise. And we'll see each other on Visiting Day.'

"Unless Marcus comes," she reminds me. That is true. If my father shows up at the Dauntless compound, I won't come out to meet him. Unless Ezekiel can sneak Beatrice and Uriah off somewhere to see me, Marcus's presence would mean that I have to go without seeing my friend and girlfriend. They won't be able to stay long, either, if they plan to see Caleb as well.

I sigh. "Well, let's just hope that he doesn't."

We pause across the street in a shadow when the Prior's house comes into view and we watch Beatrice's three brothers climb the tree into Uriah and Beatrice's window. Ezekiel and Uriah climb easily while Caleb moves much more slowly. He hates climbing in and out of that window.

I look at Beatrice. I want to kiss her so badly, but her brothers might see. "I wish I could kiss you goodnight," I whisper.

"But I know you can't," she replies. "I had better hurry and catch up to them. I love you. Meet me at the training room tomorrow night?"

I shake my head. "Better meet me at my house," I tell her. "In case Marcus…"

Beatrice nods, then grabs my hand and gives it a quick squeeze. "I love you, Tobias. Good night." She turns and dashes across the street on silent feet. I watch her shimmy up the tree, quick, like a squirrel until she slows near the top, hindered by Caleb's slow progress. Then she disappears through the window.

One more night with my Tris, then a year of loneliness. All I can do now, is make the most of tomorrow.