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I stay on the ground, feeling horrible. Feeling like I really killed three people. I keep my hands on my face. They still feel like they have blood on them. I stay, crouching, for a few minutes. Then, strong arms wrap around my shoulder. I feel like wanting to scream and cry and I want to forget everything that happened. But I can't. That's what hurts the most. I can never forget the sigh of Eric dead or the feeling of wanting to hurt those men.

"Come on," a voice says. It sounds like Amar. "Get up." His voice wasn't harsh, like it was with Eric. He has more of gentle tone. It's almost soothing.

He hauls me to my feet. I throw myself against him, wrapping my arms around Amar's strong body. I feel him tense, for surprise. Gently, his arms come around me. I sob into the base of his neck, taking in the sweet scent of Dauntless soap.

"Come on," he says again. This time, his voice is softer, sounds almost…. caring? "You're not going to have to go through that, again. Not for a while." I let go, dropping my arms at my sides again. I wipe my face.

He leads me into the room that all the transfers were all in before. Now, just the Stiff is there. He stares at me. I can feel curiosity roll off of him. Too bad he wasn't an Erudite. I think we may have even been friends. I recognize him from school but I don't know his name. I think about that for a second. I actually don't know something. Weird. I wonder why he's here.

Amar leads me to the control room. He sits me in the chair next to his. I bury myself in my hands again. I close my eyes for a few moments. What I just went through was horrible. Even though the men weren't real, they felt real. It felt like I really hurt those men.

Amar leaves to insert the rest of the serum into the Stiff. A few moments later, he comes back into the room, hooking himself up the the machine. I watch how he moves, all move so delicate. Everything he does seems to be precise.

"You didn't do this with any of the other transfers," I tell him, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, staring at my blue shoes. He didn't bring any of the other blubbering girls into the room with him and there was quiet a few.

He continues to hook himself up to the machine, "I don't care about any of the other transfers." I feel his eyes move over my blond hair. Does this mean he cares about me? "Besides, none of them went through what you just did." Heat rises into my cheeks. He saw first-hand what happens when people threaten my loved ones.

"Am I a monster?" I ask him. "I feel like it. I feel like I really killed those men. I feel like those men really hurt Eric." I see hurt in his eyes.

He stops what he's doing and takes my face in his hand. "You're not a monster. You did what your mind told you to do when someone hurts someone you love." His hands are warm. They're not calloused like Max's. I feel heat retreating off of them. Amar drops his hand and clears his throat. "So what's the story, anyway? What happened between you and Eric." His voice sounds weird. It's almost a flat tone. No emotion hinting. Not like it was before.

My face grows warm. "Well, uh, we dated a while but we had a fight and we broke up." Amar looks at my face. There's something in his eyes. Hurt? Care, like he said? "I care about him as a friend. That's it. Nothing more. I'm over him."

"That's not what your fear landscape said," Amar says. The hurt in his eyes has now moved to his voice.

I turn his face so he's looking into my eyes. Now, I'm the one holding his face in my hands. "Really. I'm over him. He doesn't even know I'm here. The fear landscape picked him because we were close. Now, we're barely even friends."

"I believe you," he says in a small voice, I drop my hands as we both turn back to the screen. I nod. "I'm just," he murmurs something. It sounds like the word… jealous? "I guess." Why would he be jealous?

I watch the Stiff through the screen. He stays still for a few moments, and then he's standing on top of a building. His face goes pale. I guess he's not one for top bunks. After a few moments, he jumps off the building. When he lands, Amar taps the screen.

I look at Amar's face. His face is stern, yet kind. I watch as his face hardens. Everything is focused. All of a sudden, "THINK IT THROUGH, STIFF!" I jump a little bit. Has he ever heard of a warning? Amar looks at my startled face. Worry sweeps across it. "Sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay. You didn't mean to." I say. Worry still stays on his face. I look down, at my shoes, again. I've never been tongue-tied before, even when I first dated Eric, I never got nervous around him. Even though Eric was tongue-tied whenever I was around.

I hear Amar tap the screen again. A few moments later, he taps it again. Amar gasps. Instantly, I look up at the screen. I see a man walking towards the Stiff. Or, at least, it looks like a man. He has black pits for eyes and claws for hands. A whole twisted version of someone. I stare at the screen. The man looks like someone I recognize. He looks a little like Marcus Eaton. Meaning that the Stiff is…

"I didn't see that one coming," I say. Amar nods.

What happens next hurts even me. Multiple Marcus's appear, each one has a belt made of sheets of metal. I squeeze my eyes shut and look away, afraid of what the man will do. I tense. Amar takes my hand. I look at him, his face is hard. He understands how I feel.

Amar taps the screen, the lights lift. No wonder he left. His father was a monster. A monster like I become when those men "killed" Eric. Oh crap. Am I going to become a monster like the Stiff's father? I squeeze Amar's hand, worry filling my eyes. He let's go of my hand.

Me and Amar stand. Amar unhooks himself from the machine. I scotch my way past him. When I get to the next room, the Stiff is already there. He looks like crap. Yet, again, so did I when I first went through my fear landscape.

"I guess we should call you Four." I tell him. He looks at me with suspicion. "You know, with four fears and all." I walk up to him, sticking out my hand; I say "I'm Abby."

A small smile appears on his pale face. Awkwardly, he shakes my hand, "I guess I'm Four."

Amar joins us. "That's it? That's all your fears? Gosh, Stiff. I wouldn't want to tell anyone my name either. I guess we should change your name. Like "Knife" or "Killer" or something." We both look him. His easy grin has returned to his face.

"No," Four looks at me. "My name is Four."

Amar smiles, "Alright then. Let's go get some grub." Together, all three of us walk down the hallway to the cafeteria.

When we get there, I stop at the doorway. I see Eric. He's sitting at the table, talking loudly, as usual. I picture our last fight. He threw a vase of flowers at me. I had made the vase, he had helped me pick the flowers. We'd never been so mad at each other. I looked at Amar. He gave me a small nod.

I walk up to where he is sitting, just as he says to Four, "Jeez, Stiff. You look like you're about to faint." A Candor boy grins. A few people laugh, but not me. I cross my arms and glare at him. I sit, quietly, in a car. Four does the sits a few seats over.

Eric is just three seats away. Grinning, I stand up. In two steps, I'm directly behind Eric. I lean on the back of him; my elbows sit in his shoulders. My blond hair falls in his face.

Eric looks away from Four, who has a smirk on his face. Eric stands up, disbelief on his face. "Abby?"

My grin grows to a full smile, I tell him "Yeah, Eric. It's me. Ya busy? Is now a bad time?" I put on my fake pouty face. Everyone stares at us. I'm the only girl in the world that can make him speechless. He shakes his head. "Good. Now, pass the food." I sit down at the table, in his seat. Instantly, he makes someone move chairs so he can sit with me. He hands me a plate. I grab two rolls, a hamburger, and a piece of cake.

Eric stares at me while I eat. It kind of creeps me out. Amar congratulates us on surviving our first day of initiation. I turn my attention from my plate to Eric, my bright blue eyes meeting his cold, dead eyes. We're complete opposites. I'm cheerful, happy, full of life. He's dark, mean, hurtful. This isn't the loving guy that got shot to death in the fear landscape room. This isn't the guy that I fell in love with at the age of 14. This is the guy that will do anything to hurt anyone. Eric is now the guy that I had to break up with because he physically hurt me and emotionally hurt his own family. All for… what? I don't know why he did the things he did. I don't know why he's here. But as I stare into his cold eyes and finish my dinner, I can hear the wheels turning in his mind. I'm going to find out why he's here. I swear it.

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