AN: So the stories almost over, thank you for reviewing and reading my all these chapters. I think this is a good chapter, I included Tobias' point of view which I haven't done for a while.

Tris' POV

I take the first step and I feel an unfamiliar twinge in my heart.

I shake my head, it's just nerves. I carry on walking down the cold, concrete, spiral stairs. It smells like paint and acid and it hurts my nose. I can just imagine Tobias walking down here. Well, I doubt he walked.

I take another step, I've been using the wall to help me walk down these steps since there's no banister and I've figured it out why it smells like paint. These walls have been repainted, scrubbed and painted many times before, so many times, in fact, the paint starts to crumble in my hand. My heart pounds and I ignore my minds insistence to cradle it. The under layer is slightly red, yep, just as I thought. Tobias' and whoever else's blood has been smothered on these walls before. No, it's not right! Who could hurt Tobias? I imagine him again, his bruised body limping down these stairs, using the wall to support him just like I did. I should've come sooner. My heart jolts and it stings and hurts more than anything that has happened to me before and I've been gassed to death.

I wipe the paint off on my camouflaged trousers in horror. I start running and as my pace gets faster, the more frequent my heart twinges and spasms. The pain blinds me for a second and I almost miss a step. I balance myself on the edge of the step with my face and hands against the left wall – it's cold and it sooths my burning face. How can it be so hot, I was freezing a second ago? What is happening to me?

I saw a man when I was growing up in Abnegation. He had a very stressful job, that's what my mother told me anyway, my heart pulls a string, I don't know whether it's a coincidence or not, probably not, he had what they call 'a heart attack' in front of me. Maybe that's what I'm having. He looked like he was in so much pain but he couldn't breathe, not one bit. And I can. But he died. They kept checking his pulse whilst this was happening but they couldn't do anything. I don't want to check mine. I just take a few breaths. The worst thing is I can't even tell how many stairs there are because of this stupid spiral design. It seems endless. I've been walking down them for what seems like five minutes. I contemplate shouting Tobias' name but if he could get out he would've already.

I carry on walking, desperate to see Tobias' face again, even if it is for the last time. My chest is now permanently tightened and my eyes sting. I stumble down each step until there isn't any. There's four doors, each spaced at least ten meters away from each other. This has to be a trap, there's no guards here. I look into the first room though an oblong window, there's, to my surprise, a large dining room with a huge table running through the middle of it. You could easily fir thirty people around it, there are painting too, fancy curtains and felt plump chairs. But one chair is wooden and it has restraints on the arms.

"Tobias?" I call with a shaky breath.

Tobias' POV

I hear my name whispered and I've heard every footstep. She's walking slowly. Normally she can't wait to see me. Not that I'm upset, the less time the better but I can't remember the last time I ate. I haven't been very 'good' recently and Isaac hasn't been here to sneak me in any food. I hope she forget to disable the gas, I'd really love to see her choke, even if it means I die too. I hear a gasp too. Why is she so surprised? Nothing has changed. I'm still stuck here.

Tris' POV

I can't get the last room out of my head. It's almost a replica of Tobias' old room but he wasn't in there. There wasn't a blanket. Why would… That bed mustn't have been used for sleeping. It makes my skin crawl but this room is worse.

It's a torture room.