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A week seemed like such a long time, but this week seemed to escape me. Tris and I spent most of our time together.

I didn't care anymore whether or not people thought she was getting special treatment. In a few hours, she would hate me more than anyone she had ever known.

It was initiation day. The training had ended, and now the 10 top initiates would become Dauntless.

Tris had made it. No surprise to anyone, and to the annoyance of Peter. She had grown stronger since she got here. She even seemed to belong here, like she was raised dauntless.

In between training sessions, Tris and I would spar and eat. I even took her to a little restaurant in the pit. For Dauntless, it was as fancy as it gets.

We talked for hours, and yet my mind didn't feel any easier about lying to her. When she found out what I had done, she would hate me. Then she could run off with Four and he could protect her.

As long as Jeanine had a hold on me, I couldn't be with her. It was too dangerous for her. I hate Four, but he could keep her safe. He would be able to keep her out of trouble.

I insisted on planting the chips in the new initiates myself, washing the other dauntless of the guilt once the plan began.

Jeanine insisted I pull Peter aside and ask him to join me. I'll give her one thing, she sure has good taste for the crazy and brutal.

He was all too pleased to hear my offer.

"So everyone else is gonna be under the control of the serum, but I was chosen to help you."

The little brat annoyed me, but he was good at what he did.

"You will be one of a few dauntless who are left awake during this time to round up any and all divergent." I cut our meeting short, not wanting to see Peter take in the ego boost to his already huge ego.

It was strange that only a few weeks before I considered Peter to be the closest to me in terms of personality. Back in my time as an initiate, I was brutal, ruthless, and uncaring. If this had been any other faction than dauntless I might have been kicked out, made factionless.

But the best thing about dauntless is that we feed off of anger and violence and hatred and yet the best recruit I had ever seen was a teenage girl who refused to fight unless it was necessary. Dauntless, to her, meant more than just mindless violence and stupidity. She saw it as a chance to protect and serve.

I just couldn't see it like that anymore, not when I've seen what Jeanine has in store. All the higher ups knew about the plan and they all agreed to go along with it.

What we were doing? Oh I knew it was wrong. I knew that it would alienate the only person I cared about from me. But I had no choice. There was no other way. Jeanine would just activate my serum and make me do what she wanted anyway. Either way, people were going to die.

After the initiation, Tris found me in my room.

"Eric, so I'm dauntless now huh." Tris called, leaning against the doorframe.

"If you ask me, you have been the whole time." I invited her to sit next to me, leaning against the wall.

"None of the higher ups even guessed that you were divergent. I told them that you were just full of pent up frustration at being abnegation your whole life." It was easy enough to believe, the abnegation lifestyle is incredibly restrictive.

"Yeah well, maybe I am full of frustration." She mocked, fake punching me in the chest.

"So what happens now that I'm initiated?" She asked me, her eyes locking onto mine.

"Well, you choose a job. I think you'd make a good leader." I teased, placing my arm around her. She snuggled into my touch and the all too familiar pang of guilt acted up in my chest.

"Tris, I want you to know that I really do care about you. Just remember that. Okay?" I asked quietly, my voice almost breaking from the strain.

"I know that. Why do you say?" She looked at me with those big eyes of hers and I just couldn't hurt her. Not to her face.

"Come on, we have to get to the meeting." I grabbed her hand and started walking, refusing to make eye contact with her.

The cafeteria was full of every member of dauntless, leaving not much room for everyone. The leaders stood on tables, so I joined them.

"Shall I?" I inquired, looking around for approval.

"Okay then. Listen up new and old dauntless alike. We will be implanting you with a microchip that will help us to locate you in times of emergency. We will begin with the youngest and work our way up. You will get the implant or you will be factionless. The line begins here."

I stepped down as some Erudite volunteers handed me a gun and a glass vial with a small silver microchip floating in the middle. The line split as more volunteers created lines of their own. I was only 4 or 5 in when Tris came up next.

"Ready for my chip." She pronounced, her hair bouncing as she moved forward the short distance between us. She struggled to find my eyes, but I refused to meet hers. Turning so that the back of her neck was to me, I pushed her hair aside. The chip took only seconds to implant and then she was gone.

I was grateful after she left, settling into the mechanical rhythm of being a henchman performing the will of a cruel master.

It took almost an hour to implant everyone, by the time we finished it was nearly dinner. The cafeteria cleared as some went off to their jobs, and some went off to hang out with their friends. In a few short hours, some of them will have died, and some of them will be fresh killers.

None of that mattered to me however as I made my way to the only place I could be alone. Tris didn't come, I waited for her to knock. It was agony waiting, but in the end it was right that she wouldn't come.

You can all fill in the rest from there. At midnight, the chips activated and here we are. Now what do you want to do?

Four looked at me with a smirk and a glint in his eyes. "You just confessed to orchestrating the plan to murder every member of Abegnation. It is now my duty to execute the criminal for his crimes."

He raised his gun to my head, placing its cold barrel against my forehead.

"Wait." Tris demanded, placing a hand on Four's arm. Even that little touch caused a deep anger to grow.

"Why don't I remember any of that? Why do I remember a very different story?" She looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.

"When you were being experimented on, one of the serums had to do with memory functions. One of the scientists owed me a favor. So I made up a story about how boy wonder here came to save the day and how you two fell in love. Doesn't matter now. None of this bullshit matters. Kill me. I deserve it."

Tris looked unsure, but I just laughed.

"Just because I spout some story about our forgotten love, you're going to forget all about my crimes? You really aren't Dauntless are you?" That got her angry, which is what I needed. I was tired of being a puppet. At least now I know that she's happy. She will be alright, and that's all that matters.

"Tris read my crimes back to me before Four shoots me in the head will you?" Her face was plagued by uncertainty, as she bit her bottom lip. A nod from Four sealed the deal as she rambled off a list of fancy words I didn't care to listen to.

Once again, Four raised his arm and placed the barrel on my forehead. This time there was no interruptions.

This was a really hard chapter to write since I've had horrible writers block for months. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading this fanfic.