Hapy FourTris Day, everyone! 6/4/2016 – June the Fourth, 2016.

One of the best days in the whole year, I decided to give you a special chapter. I am currently writing a Fourtris No War story, and this is one is just part of it.

Hope you like it :3


Song: "Mercury Rises" Insurgent's Teaser Trailer ( watch?v=kjz64N5z2nQ)

POV FOUR

I'm in a dark room. I can't see much and there's no sound.

I take a few steps, searching for something to happen, searching for something familiar. Suddenly a spotlight shines from above and I can a see a small figure a few meter ahead of me. It's a person. A women. Short and blond haired, her back facing me. I would recognize her anywhere anytime.

"Tris?" I begin walking towards her, soon turning my speed into a run.

"Tobias?" Her voice cracks, as her head shoots up and she quickly turns to face me. She's shaking, standing right under the flash of light, her blue-greyed eyes are wide with fear with swimmingly tears. She takes deep and quick breathes. The sight of my Tris feeling so weak and scared makes my heart skip a beat. I make my legs move faster. I must protect her, no matter what.

She's not afraid of the dark, so why is she scared? My eyes scan the run, they search around us, looking for anything that Tris could consider a threat. There's nothing other than darkness.

"Tris!" I get closer to her, only a few more steps now.

"Tobias!"

I hit something hard, almost falling backwards. Something transparent and flat, but extremely resistant, is right in front of me. I try to hit it, to go around it, but I can't. I can't get to Tris. It's a wall.

"Tobias, help me!" Tris pleads, looking over her shoulder. I look behind her. Now, a thin and tall man with short hair stands there. His clothes are grey and loose. Abnegation appearance. He's the man who hunted my nightmares for years, even after I transferred and freed myself from him. He slowly walks out from the dark, each step closer to the light, each step closer to Tris. Each step being one the wall won't let me take.

Marcus.

I look at Tris the same second as she looks at me. Her expression shows the most pure fear.

"Tobias, I'm doing this to help you." He blinks and his eyes are dark and empty cavities, his hand holds a rolled up belt. "I'm just helping you to be better." He enfolds the belt and smiles evilly.

"No! Tris! Marcus, stop!" I scream as I hit the glass with all of me. He's gonna hurt her, he's gonna hurt Tris. I can't let this happen.

He raises his arm and says the words he repeated during all my childhood, "This is for your own good."

"No!" I scream as he lower his arm and the belt hits Tris on her back. She shuts her eyes and a look of pain dominates her face. Tris screams in pain and falls onto her knees on the ground. Her arms cover her face as she waits for another hit.

This is my fault. He's doing this to her because of me.

"Don't. Do it on me, leave her alone! Let her go!" I beg. He wants to punish me, right?

"You never learned your lesson when I hit you. Maybe now you will," he raises his arm and hits Tris again. Her scream is even louder this time. She looks at me and I can see the hurt in her eyes. I can't save her and she knows that. We both know I broke my promise, I can't protect her. Her eyes show accusation, they are cold. And my eyes are locked on them.

I failed her.

I can only focus on the pain I see and on the sound of her screams. Tears wet her face, her arms embrace her own body. Her back soaked in her blood. She sits on the ground, her knees together. A position of fear.

I continually scream at Marcus, begging for him to stop, for him to hit me instead. Each lash is stronger and each scream that comes from Tris' mouth is louder. I keep trying to break the glass that holds me back; I pound and kick and hit it countless times, but it doesn't even flinch.

It seems to last hours, but eventually the glass and Marcus disappears. Tris faces the ground, breathing deeply but steadily. She is, just like myself, relieved that it is over. Both our faces are soaked in tears, both our bodies are shaking.

The glass wall disappears and I almost fall on the ground, but I start to run. I run to her.
"Tris!" She looks at me and looks scared again. "No," she whispers. When I'm close enough to touch her, I stop, crouching beside her, and reach out to lightly place my hands on her face. She acts quickly, crawling away from me, gritting her teeth in pain from the movement. Her eyes scared, her body tensed, ready to move if necessary.

"Tris, it's okay. He's gone. He can't hurt you now. You're okay," I try and reason with her, sooth her. I know what it is like to be in her place now. I lost count of how many times I was left alone after Marcus' beating.

But I'm not leaving her alone.

She mutters something so low that I cannot hear properly, let alone comprehend.

"Tris?" I ask, my voice breaking.

"Stay away from me," she says, louder and firmer now. Her body begins shaking non-stop, "You… you…" She starts sobbing uncontrollably. Her eyes watch me, my movements, but they never find my eyes.

She's blaming me for what happened. I can't think differently from her, I'm blaming myself too. Marcus would never have touched her if it wasn't to affect me. If she didn't know me, if I didn't love her, she'd be safe. We both know that.

"Tris, I'm sorry. So, so sorry. It's my fault, I know. He would not have touched you if it wasn't for me. I'm so sorry. Let me help you," she shakes her head. "Let me help you, please." I beg. I see blurry and my hands shake. I place one of them on the ground and other on my leg. I can't let Tris see me panicking. I need to help her first and it won't help if the both of us are not on their right mind.

"Stay away from me. I don't want your help. Not after what you did." Her voice breaks twice. I reach out to stroke her face, but she cowers away. She embraces herself with her arms tightly, as if protecting herself from me. I let my arm fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you. I'm sorry I didn't help. I wanted to stop him, I wanted to help you. I'm so, so sorry," tears begin forming in my eyes once again. "Please, please, let me help you."

"Not after what you did," her voices plays in my head again.

What?

A mirror appears by my side. In the first moment, I don't understand the reflection. I actually look behind me, searching for Marcus. But there's nothing there. And then I think about Tris' look at me, about what she said to me.

The full-length mirror reflects me I realize it is me, but my face is Marcus' face and my hand holds a blood-stained belt. The same black belt he taught so many lessons with, the same belt that he had just used on Tris. The only difference is that now it's not my blood that stains the leather; it's Tris' blood. I can't breathe properly anymore.

I became him.


Song: "Glass" by Ross Copperman ( watch?v=IWGoah2q3mU)

POV TRIS

I wake with a start. I lift my head from Tobias chest and prop myself up with my elbow, half sitting up. My eyes searching the dark for what could have woken me up.

"No! Tris! Marcus, don't!" Tobias screams besides me. He trashes and turns once again, tears fall from his closed eyes. He is shaking, his face contorted in fear and pain. A nightmare.

Now I know what woke me up.

"Tobias!" I shake his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. "Tobias! Wake up!" I scream and shake him continually. I stand on my knees, desperate to get him out of whatever is in that nightmare, still pleading for him to leave the sleepy state. Tears fall from my eyes and my hands shake. I hate to see him like this. He is still screaming.

When he opens his eyes, they are wide, filled with fear.

"Oh, Tobias," I embrace him tightly, my head on the crook of his neck, trying to make him stop shaking. His arms snake around my back as his head rests on my shoulder. "It's okay, you're fine now. You're okay. I'm here, it's okay," I keep repeating to him, my lips near his ear. We stand like that, two unsteady bodies, for a few moments.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up," he says, his voice cracking. I can feel a spot my shirt – actually his shirt – becoming wet. I just embrace him harder.

I pull back and turn the lamp at his nightstand on. "I don't mind," I run my thumbs under his eyes, drying his tears. The old ones soon replaced by new ones.

Tobias sits up and moves so his back is propped up on the headboard. My legs still straddle his hips. His left hand holds my hands together as his right hand dries my own tears.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice scratchy from screaming. His eyes puffy and bloodshot. He looks so fragile and he is worried about me. "Yes," my own voice scratchy too. I guess we don't look so different right now. "That's all that matters," he lowers his mouth to mine, brushing my lips softly.

He pulls away and his beautiful dark blue eyes focus on mine. "I promise I'll never hurt you. I promise to protect you forever, Beatrice." His voice is low, steady. I've never seen him more serious before.

"Special occasions only, remember?" I smile, trying to lighten up his mood. He doesn't move though. "Where did this come from?" I gently touch his cheek with my palm.

"I dreamed about him," he begins, "He was hurting you, because he knew how important you are to me. He knew that hurting you is the worst thing that someone can do to me." His voice cracks twice, tears come to his eyes once again. "In the end, I became him. I was him. I hurt you. You crawled away from me, scared. I could see the fear in your eyes." My hands encircle his neck and I kiss him again.

I pull back and touch his forehead to mine, our eyes still closed. "I love you. And I trust you. You are not him. You are loving, caring, brave and kind. You're nothing like him. You are the one I love and no one can change that." His lips touch me again, lightly. I pull away first and move to get out of the bed.

I go to the bathroom and turn the sink on. I get a smaller towel and, after a few seconds, test the water. I wet the towel with the warm liquid and turn off the sink, returning to the room and to my previous position on Tobias' lap.

I wipe the reaming tears from his face with the wet towel, while his hands rest on my hips. His fingers drawing soothing circles on my lower back. "I love you," I tell him while I work. His eyes are filled with love admiration.

"I'm still afraid you'll leave me. Or that something will happen to you because of me. Or that something is simply going to happen to you. I don't know what I would do you that happened. But I would manage if it were the best for you." He says the last part quietly, tears once again falling from his closed eyes, the hurt ever so evident in his voice. I can feel the air escaping my lungs. "I'm afraid of what Marcus could do to you or what I could do. I only want to protect you, Tris, but who can guarantee that?" his voice sounds now defeated. I shake my head.

"Tobias, look at me." He does, our gazes focused on each other's, "I won't leave you. You're the best for me, never doubt that. You are not Marcus. I can guarantee that you are a completely different person from Marcus. One example is the love you show me. You're so kind and caring, always wanting the best for those who you love. You're the best person I know. I love you."

Although I have good memories of Abnegation, Tobias doesn't.

He looks at my face. I need to make him focus on something else from the dream. There must be something that I can make good, make it less threating. "We both endured hard times in our lives, but we have each other now. I would protect you, not cower myself in fear. You know I would stand against him. I've done it before. Remember that first night you kissed me?" I smile, "You know I can protect myself. You know I would stand against your father to protect you." I stroke his face gently.

"I remember that." His voice is deep. I get lost in his deep blue eyes.

He trembly nods, but I can still see the doubt in his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

"With my life," he answers without hesitation. His voice is quiet, but stern. I know he means it. I say what I want before I loose he bravery to do it: "So lay on your stomach", I move and sit on mattress, so that he can move. I can feel my blood concentrating on my cheeks. Good thing he never sleeps with a shirt on. I suppress a smile.

He looks curious and raises his eyebrows and moves slowly. Firstly he places his palms on my cheek, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me close to him to sweetly kiss my cheeks. He backs away and does as I said.

I throw a leg to the other side of him and position myself on top of him. My cheeks blush even harder as I am now straddling his back.

I pull my long hair to the side and twist it into a loosen knot, keeping it away from my face. I don't need it bothering me right now.

I sit on his lower back. I still keep most of my weight on my knees, which are on the bed, careful not to hurt him. His face is turned to the side, his breathes steady but deep.

The light from the lamp is little, but enough for me to see the newly formed tears on his face. I lower myself slowly and kiss his cheek. I get the wet towel again and carefully clean his face. The warm towel makes the tears go away, his eyes close as I do my job.

I put the towel down again. I place my hands on his ribs.

I hear him gasp as I kiss one of the scars on his neck. "I love you," I say as I kiss another scar, one a little bit lower on his neck. I find another on his left shoulder and I kiss it. His skin warm under my lips. His back is all covered by Marcus' abuse. His amazing tattoo though covers all of them.

It's a little bit hard finding his scars when the black ink is covering them, but it gets easier as I go on. I search for more scars and end up finding more on his shoulders, his middle and lower back.

He's breathing heavily when I finish, certain that my lips touched all of his scars. I run my fingers from his neck to his lower back and whisper by his ear, "All of them made you who you are. And I love who you are, Tobias. No matter what, I will always love who you are."

He gasps. His hand reaches behind him and grabs mine. He tries to turn around from beneath me in the bed, but I stop him. "Not yet, I'm not done," I smile as I have an idea.

I reach for the nightstand and open the drawer. I get the cream Christina made me buy, something about keeping my legs hydrated. I didn't want to, but now I'm glad she made me buy it. Will is turning Christina into an Erudite and she doesn't even notice it. I guess not everyone has to be Divergent to have habits from other factions.

I warm my hands with friction and put some of the moisturizing cream on them. The sweet smell of lavender surrounds the room. I touch his shoulders first, rubbing circles with my hands. His shoulders melt under my touch. His arms embrace the pillow and he buries his head in it and sighs in pleasure. I grow more confident, biting my lower lip and applying a little more strength. I can't help but observe his strong muscles moving as he breathes. I'm mesmerized at his beauty, from inside and out.

How could he ever think badly about himself? I guess years of mental torture to think like that can do that to a person.

My hands go to his neck and rub all the way up to the beginning to his scalp. My hands work all the knots of the muscles in his shoulders and neck out. There's a lot of them here, from the stress and training and fights he's been through. After a few minutes, I move to his middle back. I rub up and down, circles and lines, steadily, with the same amount of pressure. I get rid of all the knots in his middle back.

"Tris." He sighs every now and then. And every single time I lower myself and kiss his cheek. His warm skin more covered in black ink than actually skin, his muscles actually getting less tight as I work on his back.

I shift on the bed, sitting lower on him, so I can actually massage where I was sitting. He groans softly. I run my hands from the top of his neck to his lower back, stopping there. I repeat the process I did to his middle back and shoulders, rubbing and getting rid of the knots in his muscles.

My hands go back to his shoulders, ending the massage the same way as I started. I get the towel and fold it backwards. I run it down his back, wiping the excess of the moisture.

I place the towel on the nightstand and get up again. I walk to the small fridge and get a bottle of water. When I turn around to return to the bed, Tobias is now sitting on the edge of the bed. "Drink this," I command softly as I hand him the bottle. "Christina says that you have to keep drinking lots of water after a massage, something about muscles and increased circulation. She spends too much time with Will, but she did list an infinity of reasons, and I only remember her saying that it can cause pain on your muscles if you don't keep yourself hydrated. And I don't want you to be in pain." His eyes demonstrate love and care. His lips curl in a little smile, "Thank you." And he drinks the water, rubbing circles on the back of my hand. My free hand caresses his hair.

When he finishes, he places the glass on the nightstand and we crawl into bed. He lays flat on his back and I place my head on his bare chest. He sets his hands on my waist and I place one of mine on his shoulder, sort of embracing him. He turns off the light.

"Tris?"

"Hum?"

"I love you so much," he whispers into my hair and plants a kiss there.

"I love you too," I kiss his chest. Then we both drift off into a dreamless sleep this time.


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