Disclaimer: Hello, everyone! So, I just got finished with one of my weekend language classes, so I can get a good score on a test of that language, so I can get extra credit. How much do you want to bet that that's not what Veronica Roth is doing? (I'd bet everything) And she wrote Divergent, so...

A/N: This is a very bad idea.
I've got my Biology End-of-course exam and my AP Human Geography exam both coming up in the next week, and I'm sitting here, writing, instead of studying (Read: Taking procrastination to the next level). That's so responsible of me.
Granted, I got incredibly high scores on both my practice Biology exam and my practice AP Human Geography exam without studying, but I probably shouldn't go into those tests without studying, regardless.

So, I got two more reviews, both by guests! So, here we go:

(To the person who reviewed on April 24) Thank you for your thoughtful comments! I'm really trying to set Cammi, her friends, and the events of her initiation apart from Tris', whose initiation I'm using for reference. I'm glad to see that it's supposedly working. :) And as for the teasing, expect to see more! Because it brings me joy to come up with those jokes, and I'm not about to let that stop. Once again, thank you for your kind words! Every review like yours brings a smile to my face.

(To Bri) Thank you! It's nice knowing that there are people out there who like what I'm writing. And, yeah, I'm busy, but I'm busy all the time. I love writing this, and I get impatient, when a story I'm reading takes a long time to update. I'll always make time for this story. And I hope you have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night, too, wherever you are!

Now, let's dive into Chapter 15!

Metal creaks dangerously beneath my feet.

The scene that Tobias' mind has created could be called beautiful - the spread of sky is colored a gorgeous azure blue, dotted here and there with clouds. It looks endless, boundless, limitless, and free.

And although the view from the top of the building we're standing on is very dizzying, it's also stunning. We're so high, I can see most of Chicago, from Navy Pier to the Hub. It's all laid out in incredible detail.

Just then, a gust of wind starts blowing. Its speed and force takes me by surprise, and I stumble, trying to keep my balance.

It's only the sounds coming from Tobias that rip me from my current predicament. He's breathing hard, and he's on his knees on the rooftop. Trying to stay as close to the ground as possible.

He's afraid of heights.

I guess we didn't have reason to climb up high in Abnegation, so I didn't know this about him. But the thought that Four, the great Dauntless prodigy, is afraid of heights, makes me smile a distracted smile.

"What," Tobias' strained voice breaks into my thoughts. "Are you smiling about?"

The smile drops from my face and I move to crouch beside him. "Nothing." As… amusing as this fear might be, he's still afraid of heights, and I'm here to help him through it. He believes in me.

He must be too distracted to question me farther, because he lets it be.

Now that I'm closer to him, I can see the more obvious signs of fear in my brother; his teeth are clenched, his hands are shaking, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

"So," I start talking, hoping to distract him. "You said that we can face the fear in the fear landscape, but not in the fear simulations. So we can't jump off, right? That would mean we knew it wasn't real."

"R-Right." Tobias replies through his clenched teeth, cracking open one eye to look at me before immediately shutting it again. Talking doesn't seem to be helping, but I don't know what else to do, so I keep trying. I need him to confirm my suspicions on how to get out of here, anyway.

"So we have to stay here until we calm our breathing and heart rate?"

"Until I c-calm down, yes." I can feel Tobias' shaking breath on my skin, and my heart clenches at his vulnerable posture, curled in on himself, on the top of a roof.

"Hey." I whisper in his ear, as I wrap my arms around him. "It's okay. I'm here, I'm right here beside you." I've never had to calm my brother, or anyone, really, like this before, so I have no clue what to say or do. I just keep talking, whispering the comforting words he's probably never heard before into his ear and hugging him.

After what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a few minutes, I feel the heaves of Tobias' stomach get less erratic. His body releases a bit of the tension it was holding, and his arms still.

"Thank you, Cam." He finally says, opening his eyes, staring into my eyes.

"No problem." I carefully unwrap my arms from around him and try to back away, preparing for the next obstacle. Try is the key word, because after a few inches, my back hits a wall. I freeze.

It's only then that I see that the background has changed. We're no longer on the roof; instead of blue sky framing Tobias' face, there's metal.

My breathing starts to get heavier.

This is one fear I understand, one fear of his that I share. It comes from nights spent in the upstairs closet, so small that you could hardly store anything in there. Not that the Abnegation ever had much to put in there; it would have been selfish to have anything but the bare essentials.

Confinement.

The symptoms of fear Tobias displayed are starting to affect me, too. The panic of being back in the coat closet is starting to seep into my mind.

How am I here? I transferred out of Abnegation. I transferred to Dauntless, so I could be with my brother-

My brother.

A distant part of my mind realizes that I'm not in the coat closet in Abnegation, that I'm in the fear landscape with my brother, whose mind is just as consumed with panic as mine.

I may be just as scared as him. But Tobias told me, before we began, that he trusts that I'll get him through his fears. I may have to face one or two fears, that I share with him. But he has to face four.

I've got to be strong for him.

"Tobias." I move closer to him again, and the wall behind my back follows me, pressing me in, increasing my anxiety.

My brother looks pained. This brings back too many memories for him, too many memories for both of us.

The metal box is really, really small right now. There's just enough room for Tobias, and my presence makes it even more crowded. I have to suppress a shiver of fear as I reach out and grasp Tobias' hands.

"Tobias. Can you open your eyes and look at me?" Tobias keeps them closed.

"Look at me, Tobias." The second time I ask, he hesitantly opens his eyes so I can see a sliver of dark blue and white.

"Now watch me breathe. Every time I take a breath, you do too."

I breathe in deeply, keeping my eyes on him and him only. I ignore the sounds of the walls shifting, closing in around us even tighter. If I look around, if I pay too much attention to the sounds around me, I will process the metal walls of our prison, and I will lose it. And that wouldn't do either of us much good.

His barely-opened eyes watch me intently, and his diaphragm expands and contracts as he breathes with me.

We breathe together, again, and again, and again. I'm starting to worry; will we ever get out of here? It already feels like we've been breathing for hours on end.

I close my eyes for a second, trying to think of another solution, one that wouldn't reveal my divergence in a fear simulation, but would still get us out of here.

As I open them again, I'm taken off guard when, with a loud crack, the walls fall away from around us.

We did it.

I cautiously stand, pulling Tobias up with me. He looks infinitely better now that that fear is over.

We're standing in a circle of light, in the middle of a dark room. I can't see the walls, which means that this room is large. It's a thousand times better than that small metal box.

"Well, that's done, thank goodness."

Any further comments die in my throat when I catch the sight of Tobias, staring over my shoulder, dread lining his features.

I whip around, and my heart plummets when I see a woman pointing a gun at him. The woman is unremarkable, plain; I don't think I'll remember her features after we get out of this, only the fact that she's threatening my brother's life.

Strangely, she's dressed in gray, but I choose to ignore that fact for now.

The point of this may be to teach me how to hide my divergence, but I will not let my brother get shot in front of me, divergence be damned.

With a few quick steps, I reach my brother, and I push him backwards, so he's farther from the woman, and I'm between them.

"Stay behind me, Tobias." My heart pounds in my ears. I should be scared for my life, but I'm not. The only things running through my veins right now are adrenaline and fear for Tobias, fear that would be mind-numbing if the adrenaline wasn't there to partially dilute it. "If she shoots, you have to-"

"Cam." He places his hand on my shoulder, talking softly, like I'm a wild animal. I frown, but don't turn to look at him, keeping my eyes on the woman.

His voice doesn't sound afraid, which is odd. His voice is full of a mixture of dread and… awe?

"What?" I ask crossly. I'm trying to keep him safe here, and he's trying to start a conversation.

"She's not going to shoot."

I turn my head slightly, so I can still keep an eye on the woman, while also looking at Tobias. I'm intrigued now; on one hand, Tobias should know best, since this is his landscape. On the other hand, she's pointing a gun at us; I have every reason to believe that she is a threat to the life of my brother or me.

"Then what is your fear?"

"Look at the table beside her."

I turn my eyes to the table to her left, where a gun and a single bullet sits. Oh.

Tobias' not afraid she'll shoot him. He's afraid to kill her.

I relax my muscles, shifting out of my defensive stance. "Sorry." I'm sure my cheeks are flushed red. I tried to protect him from a nonexistent threat. Just great, Cammi.

"No." I face my brother completely now, reassured enough to turn my back on the woman with the gun. His hand falls to his side. "Don't apologize, Cam. You didn't do anything wrong, not really. Just promise me something."

"What?"

"If something like this happens in real life, don't do that."

"Do what?" I have a sinking feeling that I know what he doesn't want me to do, but I wait for him to lay it out in front of me.

"Jump in front of me, Cam, try to protect me. I… I'll never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me."

I cross my arms. "And I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you, and I didn't try to protect you. I can't promise you that, Tobias."

"Cam, please."

I stare him down, not responding, my arms still crossed. His shoulders slump. He clearly got the message.

He sighs. "I didn't think so. You're way too stubborn, sis. It was worth a try, though."

"You bet I am. Nothing's ever happening to you, not on my watch. You may be the older brother-" I uncross my arms and jab a finger at him. "-but every hero needs a sidekick."

The right side of Tobias' mouth curves upwards in a half smile. "Alright, sidekick. Let's get out of this fear landscape as soon as possible, so we can finish this adventure."

"Right." Simultaneously, we turn to the woman holding the gun and the table beside her.

Tobias, with a deep breath, lifts the gun and the bullet, inserting the bullet in its chamber with far more speed than I could ever imagine having. He's comfortable with a gun. He's shot a lot of things, whether it be a target or a simulated woman, in his year here.

He doesn't say anything, and he doesn't have to. His message is clear; the easiest way out of this scenario, in a fear simulation, is to shoot the woman.

He lifts the gun with both hands, slowly, points it at the woman… and stands there. He just stares at the woman and the two guns between them.

I can see the dread amplifying in his eyes. This fear may not have labored breathing, sweat, and panic, like the last two, but it has a different kind of fear, a fear that requires just as much strength to face.

For some reason, I feel… okay. My brother is so terrified to take a life, that it's one of his worst fears, and I don't feel anything for the woman except for a heavy remorse, even if she is simulated. I don't feel dread or terror or anger or any of the things Tobias must be feeling. I have a feeling that this won't be in my fear landscape.

I wonder if that means that Tobias is a better person than me. If someone told me it did, I would certainly believe it. I've believed it for the past sixteen years, even when Tobias insists that he isn't.

We stand there in a heavy silence for a few seconds, before he breaks it. "I know it isn't real, but…"

"But it feels real." I finish for him, hating the broken note in my brother's voice. It's only made itself heard to my ears a handful of times, and its appearance is never a good thing. "Every time you come in here, you have to shoot her. And it breaks a little part of you every time. The part that fears that you are a monster."

Tobias turns to look at me, eyes wide. The gun has dropped to his side, with his hand. He is asking me a silent question. How?

"Tobias, you're not the only one who grew up with Marcus." He flinches, and I hurry on, trying to push away the guilt of reminding him. "And I'm your sister. I can read you like a book - most of the time."

He doesn't say anything, just stares dumbly at the gun. I take a step towards him, then another. "You aren't a monster, Tobias. Being the son of a monster doesn't mean you inherit all its traits."

It is now that he decides to say something, and I cringe as the broken note that I noticed earlier comes through clearer now, filled with more pain. "H-How do you know?" His eyes are a maelstrom of emotions as he locks them with mine. "What if, one day, I hurt you, or someone else I care about, or even an innocent? How would I live with myself?"

By now, I've reached him. I encircle him in a hug. "Am I a monster, Tobias?" The question is meant to make him think, to make him see clearly, but I can't help but be curious for his response, even though I'm certain of what his answer will be.

"What? No!" He pulls away from him and grasps my arms urgently. "You could never be a monster, Cam."

"But I'm Marcus' child, too. I'm related to you. I'm your sister. If I'm not a monster, how are you?"

He's silent at that.

"You are the best person I know, Tobias. And no simulated woman is going to change that. Now, come on." I rearrange myself so I'm tucked into his front, and my hands hold onto the gun slightly lower than Tobias'. It's almost as if he's guiding me, showing me how to hold a gun, except I'm the one lending my support this time.

I lift the gun slowly, until it is pointed at the woman. I can feel Tobias' breaths tickle my neck. As his grip on the gun becomes more sure, he breathes in and out deeply. After the third inhale, I can feel his muscles tighten in preparation. I squeeze my eyes shut. I don't know if I can watch.

And he fires.

As always, the sound is thunderous. I glance at the woman, and inhale sharply. The woman is slumped down, on the floor, blood leaking from a clean hole through her forehead.

It's a horrible way to die, and it feels all too real, just like Tobias said.

Before my stomach begins to protest the image, I turn away.

I hear the gun clatter to the floor. Tobias is just staring at the woman. He looks nauseated, but it seems like he can't look away.

Move. I grab his hand and lead him towards the dark space behind the woman. For some reason, it feels like the only reasonable place to go. "Let's go."

He lets me lead him past the table and the woman's body, which disappears once we come within three feet of it. I suppress a shudder.

Keep moving. Don't linger.

Even if the landscape makes her vanish, I don't think our minds will ever be able to erase the gory image.

And Tobias sees this every time he goes through his fear landscape. I don't know how he doesn't go insane. I certainly would.

As the woman disappears, Tobias seems to regain his composure, at least slightly. "The simulation saves your worst fear for last. So, this next one is my worst fear. Be ready, Cam. You're not going to like this."

I don't respond, but his words send shivers up my spine. What does he mean? How horrible is his worst fear that he feels the need to warn me about it?

And then, his hand is suddenly ripped out of mine.

What?

I move to run, to find him. All I know is that I can't leave him to face his worst fear alone.

But I can't move.

My feet seem like they're glued to the floor. My body feels paralyzed. The only part of me that responds to my command is my face.

I thought this was supposed to be Tobias' fear.

And, suddenly, a scene appears in front of me. It's another dark, boundless room, with a light hanging from the roof. Tobias stands on one side of the circle of light. Every muscle of his arms is tense.

And I'm standing on the other end.

I stop my struggling and stare, my heart rate picking up. Is my own brother afraid of me?

No. This can't be true. Am I really that bad of a sister?

The replica of me just stands, staring at Tobias. She doesn't smile at him. She doesn't move towards him. Instead, she takes a step backwards.

Tobias takes a step forward, reaching towards me with his left arm. "Cam!" He cries, his voice sounding more anguished than I've ever heard it.

But he doesn't sound afraid.

A shadow flits at the edge of the light, behind the simulation-me, drawing my eyes to it. What is hovering behind my simulation?

"I'm sorry, Toby." The simulation-me says. And the shadow finally steps out of the darkness.

It's a man, dressed in gray. His hands are behind his back. And I would recognize his tall, slim figure, with that short hair and black eyes anywhere.

Marcus.

Of course - Marcus has to play a role in his worst fears, with how he's terrorized both of our lives. But I'm still confused about my role in this scenario.

I get my answer a few seconds later.

With one lightning fast move, Marcus pushes the simulation-me to their knees, rips her shirt off, and pulls his hands out from behind his back to reveal a belt, curled around his fingers.

Oh. I stiffen. I have a good idea of what I'm about to see.

"Stop!" Tobias yells, eyes round in an expression I've never seen him wear. "Marcus, don't!"

But Marcus doesn't falter. He slowly uncurls the belt, his eyes on simulation-me the whole time, ignoring Tobias. "This is for your own good, Camilla."

His voice is quiet, but it echoes throughout the room.

Even though I'm not the one kneeled in front of him, I still wince at the words, the ones that haunt both my day and nighttime hours.

And the belt comes down on simulation-me's back. The smack brings back torrents of memories.

But I push them back. I need to see how this goes, how I can help Tobias, because he definitely needs it.

"Stop!" Tobias seems to be trying to run towards simulation-me and Marcus, but something, an invisible wall, perhaps, holds him back. He pounds his fists against the wall. His screams aren't even angry; they're agonized.

For the first time, I truly understand why he tried his hardest to spare me every beating he could. Sure, I knew that he wanted to keep me safe; after all, I wanted the same for him. But seeing me through Tobias' eyes is a whole new experience. I can tell, from my height and hair length, that simulation-me reflects me now, at sixteen. But, even with my above-average height, Tobias apparently sees a certain innocence in my face, and it's exaggerated in the simulation. I look so young, no older than twelve. And watching such an innocent-looking young girl get beaten bloody with a belt, even if it's me, breaks my heart into two.

Such young children don't deserve to be treated like this. Tobias didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve this.

The belt keeps coming down on simulation-me's back, and every time the hit echoes, I cringe. It may not be happening to me right now, but the memories are still as clear as day.

Simulation-me slumps over. Unconscious.

"Marcus! Please!"

But what takes my already-broken heart and rips it to shreds is Tobias' cries.

My brother has never fallen apart before, not like this. He's always the calm, collected, cool older brother, who always knows what to do. The last time I saw him cry was at our mother's funeral, and that was eight years ago. To me, Tobias is invincible, unbreakable, as strong as titanium, and even more so as Four.

But he is quickly coming apart - tears are streaming down his face in little rivers, and I now recognize the wide-eyed expression he made earlier, that is still prominent: panic.

He's falling apart over me. Because of me.

If his nightmares are anything like this, then I don't understand how he kept it together in the year we were apart. I would have gone mad long ago.

And suddenly, Marcus stops. I sigh in relief, although there isn't much to be relieved about. Not when simulation-me lying on the ground, her bra splattered with blood.

But Tobias isn't relieved. He's gone silent, staring at simulation-me in horror.

It's only then that I notice that simulation-me is very still. Too still.

She's not twitching.

Her eyelids aren't fluttering, at all.

Her torso isn't moving.

She isn't breathing.

And Tobias explodes.

"How could you?!" He screams at Marcus. "Why did you do this to her?! To us?" His voice breaks. "She didn't deserve you as a father, Marcus. She deserved much better."

And so do you.

Marcus slowly wraps the belt around his hands again. I shiver. "No, I'd say that that useless girl deserved worse. Now, it's your turn." He grins, and it's almost maniacal. I blink, and his eyes have turned into black, empty pits.

And Tobias freezes. He was opening his mouth to retort, but as soon as Marcus said that, he instantly became the scared little Abnegation boy he once was.

And it hurts - it hurts to hear those haunting words again, "This is for your own good, Tobias." It hurts to see the belt come down on his back, still coated with the blood of simulation-me, it hurts to see him curl up into a ball to protect his vital organs, hands in front of his face to shield it.

It hurts because he's my brother, but it also hurts because that scared boy isn't who he is anymore. If I thought he could win a fight with any of the Abnegation back when we were both in Abnegation, he could definitely win against any of them, and most of the Dauntless, too, now. If it weren't for the mental hold Marcus has over him, Tobias could take him down with ease.

If I could bang on an invisible wall, like Tobias did earlier, I would. And it wouldn't matter if the bones in my hands broke and the skin on my hands broke from the effort, because those are minor prices to pay if I could save my brother.

But, I can't. So, I scream.

"Tobias!" I yell, putting all my fear and desperation and anger into it, because this simulation is not going to end with Marcus beating Tobias to death. I won't allow it. "Tobias! Listen! I'm still here, I'm alive! We're in Dauntless, and Marcus will never hurt us again!"

Tobias doesn't seem to hear.

"Tobias, snap out of it! This is just a simulation! It's not real!"

Marcus keeps going. Tobias doesn't move. His expression shifts a little, probably due to the pain.

"Marcus isn't here, Tobias! He isn't-"

And, suddenly, the room is gone. Marcus is gone. I can move again.

We're back in the fear landscape room.

The simulation is over.

I immediately swivel my head around, looking for Tobias.

He stands to my right, his head in his hands. He looks… lost.

"Tobias." I place my hand on his arm. His head snaps up, and, for a second, I see wild, untamed anger in his eyes. For a second, I want to step back, to throw up my arms to protect myself from his fury.

But only for a second. I know that he isn't mad at me, he's mad at the injustices we had to face at Marcus' hand. Some of which even he doesn't know about.

Taking a step back would only reinforce his idea that he's like Marcus, and that's not true at all. I don't want to give him a reason to believe it, because I'm certainly not scared of him. My brother would never hurt me.

And I find that I don't regret it, because the anger fades almost as soon as his head comes up, and he pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.

I return it the best I can. After a few moments, his arms loosen a little, but don't let go.

We stand, locked in an embrace, for a long time. Our unspoken words hang heavy in the air.

We didn't deserve it.

A/N: Don't worry, it doesn't end there. Ya'll will get a short aftermath to the fear landscape next chapter, as well as Visiting Day, starring two skittish former Abnegations. After all, who knows if Marcus is going to come visit?

Well, I do... :)

I don't know when that next update will be, though. It could be anywhere from tomorrow to next week. Depends on how much I'm studying for my tests.

Anyhow, gracias por leer! Hasta luego, mi estrellas!