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TRIS

I feel strong arms shaking me awake, and immediately shy away from them still a bit shaky from what happened last night. I open my eyes and see Uriah with a confused look on his face.

"Tris. What the hell happened. I can't remember anything and I have a splitting headache." He says, worry tracing his words as he stares at my arm. Shit. I am glad that he woke up, but I was hoping that he remembered. How am I going to tell him this? I just look down at my toes. He sighs and walks away from me, and returns with something in his hand. It is small, about the size of his hand, and is flat and black. He hands it to my uninjured hand, and I stare at it, not knowing what to think.

"It is a phone." He says, and I recognize it from movies, but I have never had one until now.

"There are a few things that I spend money on, and these are one of them." He says holding up his own phone. "Wars give anxiety in that sort of thing." He says probably trying to get me to laugh. I calm my head, and go over the words many times in my head before actually saying them.

"Uriah. Last night you attacked me under a simulation." I say, deciding to go blunt. His face falters, then he frowns at me. His eyes widen when he realizes I am telling the truth and he backs away from me.

"Your-you're arm. I did that?" He asks and I can see visible tears in his eyes.

"Uriah, you were under a simulation. I don't exactly know how, but you had no control over your actions. Like you said, you didn't even remember last night." I say to him, not wanting him to feel it is his fault. "What is the last thing that you remember from last night?" I ask him, curious of how he got under the simulation.

"Last night there was someone in my room, and I fought them for a while, but suddenly they disappeared, but I knew that I didn't imagine it, because I felt pain where they got a few good hits on me. I was leaving to tell you, but then I felt a pinch in my neck, and knew already that I had been injected with something, then I only remember darkness until now." He says in a barely audible voice and I don't know what to say. How can he think that this is his fault. Some person snuck into his room in the middle of the night and made him do that to me. I look him in the eyes, which is harder than I thought. I am standing near the wall that he sat down against. I must have gotten taller in the last couple of years. I shake my head and clear these unnecessary thoughts out.

"Uriah, It was not your fault. It was the sick losers fault who snuck in on you smack dab in the middle of the night and made you do that against your will. Now as much as I would like to dwell on this, my arm is killing me, and I think that we should make a plan." I say getting angry at him. He should just forgive himself and go on. He nods, his face showing plenty of emotion still, and stands up, suddenly aware of our situation. We would have left yesterday if I hadn't been so tired. He goes around the 'house' stuffing supplies into two small backpacks, and after that is done, he emerges from a part of the building that I hadn't been in yet. He has a first aid kit in his hand, and I am glad, because my arm is starting to feel like someone is pressing hot coals against it. He sits next to me, not quite meeting my eyes and starts to work on my arm. He removes the makeshift sling, and bandage, which hurts like hell, and starts assembling a real one. He puts a salve on the open skin around the bone, which is still visible, and looks at me finally.

"Tris, this is going to hurt a little." He says and I try to calm my nerves as he pushes the bone back into place. The pain is terrible, but I bite my tongue so as not to make him feel worse than he actually does. When the bone is properly under my skin, or at least I can't see it any more, he wraps my arm with white gauze, because it started bleeding again, then wraps it with a large roll of bandage from the kit. He takes another strip of bandage when my arm is wrapped up, and wraps it around my neck, careful not to be too tight, then attaches it to the wrap around my arm. It is much better than the frenzied sling I tried to make last night, and I look at him with grateful eyes. He still feels guilty, I can tell, but I hope that I got through to him telling him it wasn't his fault. He gets up suddenly and heads back to his room. He comes back with the detailed map and sets it down in front of us.

"We are here right now and we need to get here so we can convince somebody to let us stay with them." He says pointing to spots on the map. I can see places labeled on the map and the city is now shaped like a circle with Dauntless no longer being in the middle.

"Uriah, how did you get the map for the city if you didn't go in?" I ask him.

"There is a map of the entire city here and I copied off the parts that I didn't visit." He says pointing to yet another spot on the map. How does he keep track of everything?

"Choosing day is in a few days, eight if I am not mistaken. If we can find a family that is willing to take us in for just that amount of time, then I think that everything can work out." He says, his eyes lighting up. He must be excited to see his brother after two years. If I were him, I would have fled back to Zeke the first moment I could, but I am not him. He gets up, and offers me a hand to help me stand up. I take it and we both head for the door. He looks back at me and smiles. Since he smiled, I smile too, because he isn't that upset anymore.

"You ready?" He asks and I just smile at him.

"Try to keep up." I say and I am off like a bullet.

TOBIAS

I awake, groaning from the pain all over my body. I can't pinpoint where it hurts the most. I slowly open my eyes, then wish I hadn't. I quickly close them as a wave of pain shoots through my head. I open my eyes again, needing to assess my injuries and try to look away from the light, but it is impossible. The entire room is glowing with harsh white light and I look down squinting. I am tied up in a chair, with a gag in my mouth and my left pant leg is soaked with blood. My arm is twisted painfully and my face feels black and blue. There is a throbbing pain right behind my eyes that is threatening to make me unconscious, but I fight it. I have a feeling I need to stay awake. I'm sure that I have a bump on my head, because my sweat is stinging me. I struggle against my hand's bonds but stop when I hear footsteps and hurried anxious voices, and a tall, broad-shouldered man walks in. I quickly close my eyes, I can't recognize him, because the light blinded me temporarily, but I know that they already saw me.

"Good, you're awake. We have some things to talk about." He says and I gasp as the familizaration hits me. Marcus. I glare at him, trying to put as much hatred I can into my eyes, and it must work because he takes a step back, but then a wide smile works its way onto his face, and I glare harder, if that is possible. He steps towards me and I flinch away from him. An idea hits me, and I start working my hand out of the rope bonds. The rope is tearing my skin as I try to twist it out, and it loosens.

"Tobias, we are in a bit of a pickle here aren't we?" He says and I want to scream and yell at him that he isn't allowed to call me that.

"Here is the problem. You overstepped some carefully placed boundaries, and we need to talk about that." He says with no emotion in his words, and I just continue glaring at him and working my hand out of the rope. I am guessing that this has to do with the Old Dauntless compound and David, but I can't be sure.

"It has come to my attention that you have been investigating the death of Tris Prior." He says with venom in his voice, and I yell through the fabric in my mouth. He isn't allowed to say her name. He smiles at my reaction and takes another step further and before I can react, a flash of silver runs at me, and I brace myself for pain, and it comes. My gag falls off, and blood drips down my cheek, but I ignore the pain and look into the cold, dark pits that are my father's eyes and try to calm myself down. He cut my gag, so I am guessing he wants me to take, but I will refuse for as long as it takes. My hand finally breaks free from the rope, and I decide to wait.

"Tobias, what did you see in the Dauntless compound?" He asks, and I bite my tongue wanting to tell him not to call me that, but also not wanting to say a thing to him. His mouth turns into a frown, and he looks at me disapprovingly.

"Tobias, you really should tell me, unless you want to be hurt worse." He says, and I suddenly get light headed. I look down at my leg, and can't tell if it is a bullet wound, or a knife wound. Marcus grabs my head and pulls it painfully towards him, so he is looking into my eyes. His other hand goes to my injured arm and punches it as hard as he can, which is hard. I yell out in pain as black dots surround everything in my vision, and he calls someone else into the room. I blink the tears out of my eyes and look to the person who comes in, and my anger burns out of control. David. While Marcus turns to talk to the cold-blooded murderer, I take my chance. I use my free hand to undo the ropes on my feet and it falls within seconds. They did a really bad job of tying me up. I thrust my uninjured arm in a punch to the back of Marcus's head, and he grunts in pain and falls down, unconscious. I look at my father, feeling a jolt of guilt, and I try to push it down. He deserved it. My leg feels like it is on fire, but I push down the pain. I turn to look at David who has a terrified look on his face. I am guessing all of the anger I am feeling is showing on my face. I kneel down and take the knife that Marcus used to cut my cheek and slide it into my fingers, instantly feeling calmer with a weapon. I never take my eyes off of David and he glances behind him to the door, and back at me. It happens all at the same time. David takes out a knife from his pocket, throws it at me, and then runs toward the door. The knife soars at me in slow motion, and right before it hits me in the chest, someone rams into me. I scramble up, and look at the person at my feet and gasp. I had no idea he was in the room. I kneel down and put my hand to his shoulder where the blood is flowing out from where the knife hit him. Caleb. He groans in pain, and I decide to push all questions out of my mind until later. I look around us to assess our situation, then I help him up to his feet, and stand up myself. My leg starts spurting blood, and I can definitely tell that it is a bullet wound now. I yell out in pain, and collapse on the ground. Caleb looks back at me, and kneels down to help me up with one hand, while his other one puts pressure on his shoulder. I stand up, with his help, and try not to put any pressure on my leg, and we hop out of the white room, and into a long dark halfway, with blue lights lighting it up. We are in the Old Dauntless compound. I look at Caleb and stifle a sob. He looks so much like her right now, with a determined look on his face. I try to say something to him, but I can't find my voice, so I stay silent except for my sobs that sneak out every once in a while. We somehow reach the front entrance, and I nearly collapse. I know that I am going to pass out any second, so I grab Caleb.

"Caleb, you are going to have to get Zeke. Do you know who he is?" I ask him, and he nods. I nod back at him and the last thing I see is him taking out a phone, and I immediately calm down, knowing that help is on its way. I try to stay conscious, but the darkness is too strong, and I feel myself going under.

A/N: Hello everyone. This is a very special chapter for me because is is #10. Whohoo. :) Also over 1000 veiws! You guys probably all think that I am insane after what just happened, and I think that I am insane too. Don't worry. I couldn't let too much harm come to Four, but he is pretty messed up. I mean, even Caleb held his cool, and he was sobing on his shoulder. Man the dude has problems. He needs Tris. *wink wink* Ok, now it is time for QOTC! YAYYYY.

QOTC: Are you in a romantic relationship with your pillow.

AOTC: Yes.