Tris' POV

4 hours later

Something is happening. I could tell it wasn't good. I am in a dark room, attached to chains that were stuck to the wall. And I can't feel my hair against my shoulders. I look into the mirror to see me with very short hair. Uneven, spiky strands of hair stands up on my scalp. I am also beaten up. Bruises, cuts, and scratches stick in my body.

And now I hear footsteps. Rapid, desperate footsteps. A voice.

"Run, Tris!" Someone shouts. Was it Four? I look out the window. I see Four trying to open the door.

"Oh my God, Four!" I gasp and choke back tears.

I groan and struggle, trying to kick off the chains. Eventually they break and I rush over to help him.

With a mighty blow, Four knocks over the door and I fall into his arms, embracing him.

"Why am I like this? Who put me here?" I ask, my voice shaking. Four isn't able to respond. An angry crowd chases us, carrying guns and clubs and other threatening items. I can't tell who anybody is.

We run, faster and faster. Until we're not running anymore. We're falling, down a deep hole. It seems endless. My body tumbles through air, waiting for ground to come.

And Four is gone.

I wake up, breathing heavily. Four is there to help me, and I am very relieved. I allow Four to hug me tight, over my heavy gasps. Sometimes there's the right time to laugh, and sometimes there's a right time to cry. And yes, I was crying. Spilling all the tears- tears of blood, in my perspective.

My confused self was acting like a demented soul, being tortured by scars left on the heart.

Four's POV

Farmers and country doctors surround me and Tris, wondering what happened.

"She was shot," I exclaim. "Please, help us!"

A woman pushes through the crowd, comes to us, and kneels down towards us.

"Let me see the wound." She says in her deep voice. Her cocoa skin, hair, and eyes seemed to be one big blob of color.

I turn Tris over to reveal the bullet wound. The crowd grimaced, and the woman looked away.

"My name is Joanna. I am the leader of Amity, and with my permission, you may stay in the farm back there." She points to a small cottage in the distance.

"Nurses will come and see if they can heal the wound. For now, you may follow them."

I thank her, and catch up to the nurses that were already taking Tris to the cottage.

2 hours later

I wasn't too sure what was happening. I was in the room alone with Tris, but she was acting strangely. Her face was twitching every now and then, and her legs were kicking as if she was in a simulation.

A simulation.

Without thinking, I rush out of the room and call the nurses.

"Did any one of you do anything to her? Why is she acting like this?" I plead. All of them look concerned but confused. They all shake their heads in unison. Then, they leave.

What kind of nurses are they? I turn back to Tris, who is shaking violently. Then, she suddenly stops.

Loses strength. I hold her hand tightly.

And she wakes up. Gasping like she was when she came out of the simulations. I hold her tightly, wrapping my arms around her, comforting her. I wanted her to feel safe, so that she wouldn't leave me.

Her violent sobs echo throughout the room. And I let her cry.

"Four…" she whispers.

"Hmm?"

"I'm so sorry. I never should have came here. None of this would have happened if we stayed in Chicago." I shift my face to hers, kissing her forehead.

"No, Tris. If we stayed in Chicago, everyone would be searching for us. We'd probably get caught and get killed." She sighs, and snuggles deeper, closer to me. Eventually she falls asleep, so I lay her on the bed. And I think.

If I can get us back to our old shelter, we can be independant people- not having to be separated by our choices. But we are in trouble. If we move now, in the afternoon, then we will be caught by the sun's shiny rays of light. But at night, we have a better chance of not getting caught. Since Tris is hurt, we won't be able to travel tonight. So I took out the map from the cabinet and wrote down our intense escape schedule.

1st night- Lake Brooks

2nd night- Windsor Valley

3rd night- Chaste Mountains

4th night- Home

I breath a sigh of relief. I pack a few guns, knives, money, clothes, and a packable tent. I would retrieve food at breakfast tomorrrow. Then I lie down on the bed next to Tris, hoping that our plan would work. I watch her carefully, I hear her breathing, and I feel her life. Until I fall asleep, too.