Alright! So now we move to stage two! Let me know what you think!

When my name is called, I take in a shaky breath. When Eric came out, he looked scared. He actually looked scared. Of course, I was the only one who could see this. He sat beside me, placing a hand on mine. I took it, for reassurance. He brought me into his arms. He made it look as if he was comforting me, but I could hear his silent crying into my hair. I leaned into him, telling him that I was there. Slowly, he released his tight grip on me.

Now, he fully lets go of me. I stand up, looking down at him. I see the small boy he used to be. Then I see the muscular and shattered boy he is now. I reassure him with a smile and step into the room.

Amar closes the door behind me. "Sit." he commands. I do as I'm told. He doesn't look me in the face. If I look close enough, I can see dried tear stains on his face. Was he crying? "We're starting phase two, today. Basically, I give you the serum and I see what's in your mind. You're going to face one of your fears so… be ready."

I nod. Preparing the syringe, I ask him the question that racks my brain. "Were you crying?"

He turns his body, syringe in hand. I saw the same shattered eyes that I saw in Eric. Was he crying about Eric's fear? Eric and Amar fear one thing… oh. They fear losing me. That's why Eric was crying.

Amar walks over to me. He moves my hair. "Later." he whispers. I understand him. Then, a deep ache goes through me neck as the needle goes through my skin. "Be strong. Be brave." That is all I hear, as I lay back. I am taken into a world of fear: my subconscious

It starts like a dream, Amar and I skipping through Dauntless. His laugh is powerful, it vibrates my chest. I turn to face him. He looks into my eyes, engulfing me with the color that reminds me of brownies. I hug him. So what is this is just a nightmare that I will wake up from, I love this. We separate and begin walking again.

"Hey!" a voice shouts. We turn around, facing whoever yelled. The man has a mask over his face. He looks about my height, long arms, muscles coming out of the short sleeves. I look him up and down. His jeans are black, his shirt is blue. Blue and black? Why is the masked man wearing blue and black? The it hits me like a ton of bricks. The man under the mask is Eric.

"What do you want?" Amar says. He doesn't know. How could he? He doesn't have the memory like I do.

"I want you to hand over Abby. You took her from me!" the mask me holds out a gun that somehow popped into his hands. "Well, now, I'm taking her back."

In the blink of an eye, he shoots the gun. The gun fires loudly, the walls vibrate. The bullet hit Amar in the chest. I reach for him, but he falls, his eyes wide.

"Amar!" I shout. My voice cracks as he hits the ground. A sound escapes from my mouth. It sounds like a dying whale. I can hear my heart shatter into a million pieces. The pieces of my heart pound like a beating drum.

I collapse on the ground, my own body collapsing on top of him. I loved him. I never had anything like what we had. Now, he's just… gone.

I glare at Eric. I try to remind myself that this is just a terrible nightmare. But that doesn't matter, right now. What matters is that, in real life, Eric could really do this. He could really hurt Amar. I look down at my dead love. The other half of me is dead, which means I'm dead. I push myself off of the floor. Turning on my heel, I angrily watch Eric's movements. How could he? How could he hurt Amar?

"How could you?" I yell at him. "He was my- I loved him! Now, he's gone!" Tears stream down my face.

Eric whispers the biggest lie. "I'm sorry." He picks up the gun again.

"Go ahead! Kill me!" I scream. In a few quick steps, I'm in his face. He cocks the gun. In a deadly quiet voice, I whisper. "You already did."

Eric turns th gun towards himself. "I love you." He fires the gun at himself. The gunfire rings in my ears. He drops dead at my feet. It may have been true words but I will not believe him. I will not believe that he loves me.

Amar truly loves me. I don't believe that Eric does. He's incapable of love. Yet, what if his words were true? What if he was telling the truth and real Eric does love me?

I wake up with a start, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. I stare at Amar's face with glassy eyes. There is a mixture of shock and sorrow written all over him. I run a shaking hand over my face. I hate how worried he is, now. I am starting to think that I will hate this stage more than stage one.

He extends his hand, a nice gesture considering he just saw himself get murdered in my head. I take his strong hand, making the feeling of his hand familiar. I love him. I really do love him. Amar brings me up out of his chair, into his chest. I tense. He shouldn't be doing this. Not with the camera that is facing us, right now. I didn't notice it before. I should have.

I lightly push against his chest. Automatically, he lets go of me. "We can't." I say. There's a familiar pain in my chest. All he does is nod.

I wish I could kiss him now. I know where all the information goes, how it's processed, etc. He should be able to kiss me and comfort me, right now. After all, the information goes to Erudite. Then Jeannine Matthews- allow me to rephrase that- Auntie Jean then watches all of the information looking for what she calls the Divergent. Now, I know what you all are thinking… Yes, Jeannine is my mother's sister. I never liked her, though. She always had this crazy idea that she should rule all of the factions. I told her she was crazy. Which, she is. The Divergent are supposedly people who can't be controlled by anything or anyone. I don't know what that means so I just decided to drop it.

I start walking to the door. Amar put his hand in way of the door. "I think we should go this way."

I don't hesitate to follow him. He leads me out a side door, into a small hallway. I don't understand why we have to go down the hallway but if he wants to… I guess we can.

"How long do you think you were in that simulation?" Amar mumbles.

"Uhh-" I start, which I rarely do. I don't usually begin a sentence with the word uhh. "I don't know. Maybe about 30 minutes?"

He stops suddenly, a low deep laugh rumbling out of his chest. "Try about 10 minutes. It's impressive. That's about four times less than any other initiates." He turn to face me. "There's only one person that can do something like that." He lowers his voice and draws me into his chest. "They call it Divergent. This is bad, Abby. But don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

I separate myself from his warn encasing arms. "Divergent? You're kidding." a laugh threatens to break through. "Divergent is what Auntie Jean looks for so she can get rid of them. She says that they 'threaten the system'. Is that what you are telling me? That I'm a threat to the system?"

His voice becomes deep. "Yes. Wait- what do you mean 'Auntie Jean'?"

I place a hand on my hip, "Yeah, yeah. Jeannine Matthews is my mother's sister. I'm not a threat to anyone."

"To her you are, apparently."

"But…. that's impossible! I know what she does to them" I realize my voice is slowly rising. "She mur-"

His hand goes over my mouth. "I know too. And keep your voice down."

I nod in his hand. He drops his hand. Auntie Jean kills the "threats". She says it is the only way to get rid of them. If I'm now a threat then that would mean… I swallow over the lump that is forming in my throat.

"So what you're telling me is that my Aunt is going to kill me?" I whisper the last part.

He leans his head down until it's touching mine. His warm breath goes over my face. "That's not going to happen, on my watch. They'll have to kill me first. Besides," he kisses my nose. "I'm Divergent too."

I lean back. He nods. He is Divergent too? They could… My thought is stopped when his gentle lips meet mine. I wrap my arms around him, my eyes fluttering shut. I am so glad the simulation was just a simulation and not reality. I don't know what I would do if he was to really die. I don't think about this now, though. Now I think about the live man kissing me. Although this isn't the time or the place for us to be kissing, I remember how it felt when he was shot. I was so hurt.

I gently push away from him. "I don't want you to die, Amar." I pull him into a hug. "You're my world."

"Ditto. Which is why we're going to protect each other." I smile into his chest. "Now, let's go. I have about two more people to test." He kisses my hair. "I love you."

"I love you too." With that, I leave down the hallway. He goes the way we came.

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