DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE DIVERGENT SERIES. VERONICA ROTH DOES.

A/N: Here is another chapter. Yay. I am trying to make up for the couple of weeks where I didn't post at all. This one is the begining of my master plan, and is one of the longest ones I have ever written. Hehehe. I am so happy. Also guess what. This story has OVER 400 veiws. That may not seem like much, but I am surprised that so many people have taken the time to read my story. As you might have noticed, I deleted the two non-chapter updates. I really didn't need them anymore. Also I am going to start to do QOTC!(question of the chapter.) Dun dun dun. I will share some things about myself, and if you want to know something, then just reviw. I love reading your guys' reviws by the way. Also to the guest who had some ideas for when Tris and Four meet again, I also think that that is a good idea, that is not usually used in other fanfics. Ok thank you for reading, and pls. reviw. Keep on lovin digergent. Bye
Ps. I will not be answering any personal questions so don't even ask them.

TOBIAS

*Well here we go, I think as I open the door and step inside.*

I look up and gasp. Johana's face is entirely bruised. Her torso is wrapped in bandage, and one of her legs is in a cast. Christina just told me that she only had a couple of stab wounds and a gun shot in her leg. This is much worse. I hate to see anyone I know like this. Shuana is going to be upset. She and Johana got really close these last years. The room is empty except for me and Johana. I am silent. I don't want to wake her. The only sounds in the room are the steady beeping of the breathing machine that she is hooked up to, and the creaking of my footsteps as I go to sit down in the chair next to her bed. I take her hand, which is cold. As soon as I touch her, her eyes shoot open. I feel guilty. She needs to sleep.

"Hello." I say to her. I don't want to freak her out. She opens her mouth to talk, but no sound comes out. She points to something on the bedside table, and I go to retrieve it. It is a pen and notebook. Oh. I get it. She is going to write down what she wants to say, because she can't talk. I hand her the paper and the pen and wait patiently while she writes as fast as she can. After a while she hands the paper to me.

Hello Four. The doctors a little while ago told me everything. They said that I have a gunshot in my leg, three broken ribs and a couple of stab wounds. They also told me that one of the knives hit a major artery, and I lost a lot of blood. My heart is failing and I don't have a long time to live. I'm sure that you knew all of this, but I just wanted you to make sure that I knew. There are a few things that you need to do for me. Don't break down. You need to be strong for the people of this city. Although I don't know much about you, I want to say that you are going to be Ok. I know what today was, and how painful it must be to remember her, but it is not just you. There is an entire city of people who are going to be angry, and you are going to have to do something about it. I won't allow you just to quit. If you need to get help, go ahead, but when you get the thought in your head to quit, which you will, remember me. This isn't working. The factionless way of life. It was wishful thinking on my part, and it cost me my life. We were too fragile to just tear down everything. Some may see it as giving in to the enemy, but really it is just going back a few steps. Of course it will not be like before. You are too smart to do that. Well I guess these are the last things I am going to 'say' so, goodbye Four. Also can you send for Shauna. I want to see her before I leave.

I look up from the paper and at Johana. She is right. I have been wallowing in self pity for too long. I am one of the founders of our city. I need to be strong. Tris would hate to see me like this. I don't know what to think about bringing back to factions. I will have to ask Zeke to help me. Maybe Chris too. I feel bad for lying today, and I am going to tell them everything later. I look at Johana and nod. I leave the room and I take out my phone. I suddenly wish that I hadn't turned down Chris's request to the group chat. I type in Zeke's number and wait. He picks up on the third ring. (Four, normal. Zeke bold)

"Hello?"

"FOUR! Where have you been? I have been looking for you for hours." Oh right. I forgot about that.

"Sorry, I thought that Chris called you. She was in my apartment waiting for me to come home. To answer your questions that will be coming in a second, I was at the Dauntless compound. I was trying to remember...things. Sorry for causing so much trouble. I am with Johana right now. I think that Chris visited her a little while ago."

"I accept your apology, and being the great friend you are, you will be giving me Dauntless cake. Also Shauna is super upset about the whole Johana thing."

"Yeah about that, Johana was asking for her."

"Ok I'll tell her." He pauses. I can tell that there is something that he wants to say.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"Nothing, just...Nothing. Please be careful." He sounds really uncomfortable and I nod, then I realize that he can not see me.

"Yeah Zeke, I'll be careful." "Oh can you tell everyone that we need to have a meeting. I refused Chris' Invitation to the group chat, and I kinda need to talk to you all."

Sure. Where do you want to have it and when?

"Is my place tomorrow around noon fine? You know where it is right?

"Yeah, although I have never been." He snorts with laughter.

"Zeke, I know that you were the one that replaced all of the flour in my house with cement mix. You honestly should have thought of something clever. Cement mix is heavy."

"Well, I thought it would be funny if you were trying to eat something, but couldn't bite through it." I hear some shouting over the phone. Something shatters.

"Dude, I got to go. Shauna is throwing things again." I wince remembering the steel toe shoe that flew right at my face a little while ago.

"Ok, bye."

"Bye." He hangs up, and I look at my watch. 11:27 I head back into Johana's room.I'll stay with her until Shauna gets here. I get myself comfortable in the plastic chair. Although I don't know Johana that well, I still don't want her to be alone in her last few hours. I look at her. She is sleeping. Talking to me must have worn her out. I stare at her for a little bit longer, and memories fill up my head. Tris after Peter beat her up, with bruises on her face. I feel a pang of grief in my chest, and I feel tears run down my cheeks. I hate crying. It makes me vulnerable, but I can't seem to stop. I hear footsteps in the hallway and I wipe the tears off of my face. Shauna walks into the room and I stand up, embarrassed, but she isn't even paying attention to me. She is staring at Johana. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hands. I gesture to the chair, and she sits down, still staring at her friend. I leave the room quietly, and realize that I haven't eaten since breakfast. I sigh and head towards home. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

URIAH

I wake up with a start and the room is pitch black. I look around, confured, trying to see what woke me up, and then I see it. There is a figure standing next to the window, and I immediately am on my feet. My hand goes to the knife that I keep near me at all times, for precisely this reason. The person hasn't moved at all, they are just standing there. I squint my eyes to try to make out any details about them, but they are wearing all black. There is a hood covering their face. I want to yell for Tris and tell her to hide, but for some reason I am paralyzed with fear. Move idiot. Make the first move. My mind screams at me, and a kneel down, low to the ground. The person walks closer to me, and I spring up and throw the knife. They easily dodge, and I curse myself. Why did I throw the only weapon that I have? They come closer, and I put myself in a fighting stance, with my fists out in front of me. They shove their fist out and hit my shoulder. I reel back and barely even feel any pain. They lunge at me, and I squeeze my eyes shut and I brace myself for impact, but none comes. I open my eyes and no one is there. Confused, I take a step back and look around me. Nothing. I sit down and try to calm my beating heart. Every little sound is making me jump. After a few minutes, I convince myself that I am safe, and stand to go tell Tris what happened, but then I feel a pinch in my neck, and everything goes dark.

Tris

I hear the door to the room burst open, and immediately I am on my feet, and my hand is poised to throw the sharpened butter knife, but what I see confuses me. It is Uriah, but he has a blank look on his face. It reminds me of something, but I can't put my mind on it, probably because I was just asleep. I lower my hand.

"What the hell Uriah. You scared me." I say to him. Not quite smiling, but not frowning either. I expect him to say something snarky back, but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't even seem to acknowledge that I spoke. He just keeps walking towards me.

"Uriah." I say to him firmly. What is happening. Oh. Suddenly I remember that look on his face. He is under a simulation. How? He is divergent. Oh no. He is only a few feet away from me, and I scramble away from him. With my sudden movement, he leaps and tries to punch my jaw, but I dodge. He growls angrily, and punches again, this time hitting my shoulder. I feel pain shoot down my arm. He has gotten stronger. I run right at him, fast, and grab his arm as he tries to punch me once again. I twist it painfully behind his back and yell at him.

"Uriah, stop!" He gets his arm out of my grasp and grabs mine. He twists hard, and I hear a crack. Then the pain comes. I scream as he continues to twist my arm harder, and swing my other fist into his face, hard. He loosens his grip, and falls to the ground, unconscious. I run from the room cradling my broken arm. I sit down and think. What am I going to do? I can not leave now, with my arm. He was the one with the plan. I look at my arm, where most of the pain on my body is coming from, and see bone and blood and bruise in the dark. I need to cover it. I go back into the room, and quietly grab my backpack. I run out as fast as I can. I sit back down, and take out the shredded clothing. I take a piece that wasn't too badly ripped, and wrap it around my arm as a bandage. Then I wrap another around my neck, and arm to act as a makeshift sling. My shoulder isn't too bad, only bruised. I stand up and begin to pace back and forth. I have two options. I can leave with my backpack, and take food from his 'kitchen', or I can stay here, wait till he wakes up, and hope that he is no longer under the simulation. I don't think that I can just leave. He knows everything about where to go, and who to talk to. I am going to have to hope that he is no longer a brain-dead killing machine. I will pack now, just in case he is, and I have to escape easily. I head down to the kitchen and open the only non-broken cabinet in the room, and start stuffing things into my backpack. I remember that he put the map in his jacket. I look around, but it is dark, so I can't see much. I head up to the room that he was staying in and search the ground. I see his jacket, but there is nothing in the pockets. Walking around has made me tired, and my arm is throbbing, so I head back to the hallway. I sit down, next to the door of the room where unconscious Uriah is lying and wait. I try not to fall asleep, but fail. I am too far gone to do anything but fall asleep, and hope that Uriah will be back to normal when he awakens.

QOTC: What is your favorite non-series book?

AOTC: We were liars by . Tutrles all the way down is a good one too.