TRIS'S POV

I've been drifting in and out of consciousness. With no orientation whatsoever, I can't even tell how many days has it been since the simulation. It feels like a coma. They have done some tests on me, scanned some parts of my body-not sure which- but I've been unconscious pretty much all the time.

I see a light. something very, very bright. Suddenly, there's too much noise and I try to cover my ears but there's no way. My hands are tied to the bed. Again. I try to fully wake up, but everything feels dizzy and being too disoriented doesn't even help. Finally, I open my eyes, but because of too much brightness, I have to close them again.

I feel a pinch in my neck, and realize they're injecting something into me. The pinch turns into a horrible pain and I can feel it all over my body. Everything hurts. My teeth, ears, eyes, stomach, arms, legs,... everything. And I can feel it like fire all over my body. I can feel it everywhere. Time goes by and I don't know if dreadful minutes or hours passed, but the pain doesn't get any better. I wish that I could fall asleep or faint, but the pain stops me.

But I don't scream either. My throat is too dry and I feel dehydrated. What have they given me? I can't help but wonder if they've done this to my family. Just thinking of them makes my eyes water, but I will not cry in front of them and show them they win.

So, I finally decide to ignore the pain and open my eyes. I see people standing at the sides of my bed, in a circle. Jeanine is one of them. I manage to give her the most deadly look I have ever given anyone and smile at her. She'll have to do a lot better. She'll have to at least try.

To be honest, she pissed me off. I'm not usually the kind of person who gets pissed off easily, especially because I'm Abnegation, but still. Through all these years, I pushed all my anger inside, make it invisible, even though it was still there. But I can feel it now. Rising inside of me. And I'm not sure that I like it.

"Magnificent!" Jeanine squealed and turned on her heels, talking to her 'team.' "Our miracle girl is still alive. She survived!"

"Ms. Matthews, we still need to do some tests on her, to make sure she's okay. The Multiplier might not work for long and something might go wrong, but it's definitely process." A younger guy, probably in his mid twenties, says.

He mentioned The Multiplier. What is that? I survived? What? I'm so confused and even if I wanted to ask them, I decide it's better that I keep my mouth shut, plus, my throat is too dry.

"Yes, yes. I know, Daniel. We'll do those tests later. We need to let her sleep now. She's probably tired. And hungry. Simmons, order the guards to bring her food. Everybody out, now. I need to speak to her alone."

I watched everyone leave while Jeanine took a seat next to my bed.

"Oh, you brave girl. I bet your pathetic mother would be proud of you. I must say, you surprised us, 'Tris.' And you're probably wondering what's going on, don't you?"

I don't even get a chance to respond, when the door opens and 2 guards come in with food and lots of water. Jeanine waves them away and helps me drink the water.

Now that's something I'd never thought would happen.

"My dear Tris. See, what you were given is called The Multiplier. It multiplies your emotions. Even the most deep ones. For example, you try to erase selfishness from your personality, that's exactly what you become. You become exactly what all the factions stand against. Erudite has invented it two years ago, but it hasn't really worked. Every person, every volunteer or factionless died. Dehydration. Poisoning. Heart attack. The causes were endless. But you, you survived. And we found out why."

She was silent for seconds, looking at me like a brand new toy. It made my anger so much stronger.

"Your genes are perfect. Your blood, your heritage. It is per-to-the-fect."

"What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice way weaker than I hoped it would be.

"You, my dear, are going to be a perfect soldier. The Multiplier will multiply your negative emotions. Which makes you perfect, coldblooded soldier."

"I'm not going to do anything for you."

"It's not like you have a choice. I have your family. Well, your father and mother. Your brother on the other hand denied you. He said you're not his sister. He was the one who helped us."

Oh. My. God.

"Beatrice and Caleb Prior. Come here, or your parents die."

As I hear this, my heart drops into my pants. Those are the worst words you could ever hear.

Without hesitation I walk toward my door, but my father shouts "No! Don't do it! No, Caleb! What have you-" But he is cut off. I think someone hit him, because my mother is screaming...

Caleb is the traitor. And I'm going to become just like him.

"Don't worry, Tris. You're going to enjoy being our little toy. We're going to make sure that we all have fun."

Her smile was sharp, and the only thing on my mind was...

Kill them. Kill them all.

Hey guys. I know it has been a long time, but I didn't know how to continue this fanfiction. That's why this chapter is longer. Hope you can forgive me for the late update. ~Maryannah