A/N: I own a piece of glass that's shaped like a monkey. I also own a jar filled with Hershey Kisses. But I don't own Divergent - that belongs to Veronica Roth.

Chapter 2

Four P.O.V

We do not move a muscle, too stunned to do anything. I quickly snap out of my trance and set off in a run after her. The guys must be thinking the same thing, because they are right behind me as we chase the small blonde. I have so many questions to ask. Why is she is the forest, hunting for food? What is The Eye? Who are the people that the girl will protect? The question that stands out among the others is: She's supposed to be dead? Someone tried to kill her?

She comes back into our view and peaks over her shoulder when she hears our feet smacking against the pine straw. Her eyes widen and she picks up her pace, sprinting and dodging through the trees. I focus all my attention to making sure I don't lose track of the girl. I also speed up – she's faster than I would have imagined. But her small frame's speed is no match for someone's who is as tall as I am, so I begin to gain up on her. Again, she looks over her shoulder to find me getting closer to her, and she pushes with every ounce of energy she has to run quicker. She refocuses her attention to the woods in front of her.

Suddenly, she begins to slow down her pace slightly. Confused, I do the same. The girl does not stop jogging, though. She looks up slightly. It is then that I realize we have come to a steep, rocky wall-like mountain. Her eyes sweep across the humungous structure. She pauses as she approaches the ridge, panic evident in her posture and the way she whips her head side to side, looking for another option. Another escape.

I am suddenly saddened. Someone has hurt this girl so far beyond repair, that she has lost trust in all people. Someone tried to kill her. Someone thinks they killed her and are proud of it. The thought fills me with a blinding rage that confuses me, as I don't know why I feel so strongly for the girl, who I do not know at all. All I know is that I understand the inability to trust. I have been there too. I have also been hurt beyond repair. And I know that no one should be alone, afraid, and harmed to such a point.

I am now less than five yards away from reaching the girl. Before I can make my way completely to her, suddenly, she jumps and grabs hold of a notch in the side of the mountain. She climbs up the ridge at an alarmingly fast speed, her feet hooked inside of any groove in the wall that she can find. By the time I reach the bluff, along with Uriah, Will, and Zeke, whom I have forgotten are here, the girl is far out of our reach.

"Please!" Uriah shouts, "We promise we will not hurt you!"

"Please come down! We just want to help you" I add, almost desperately.

This comment must catch her by surprise because she freezes and stops climbing climbing.

"Listen," I plead, "We have no idea what 'The Eye' is or who you are or who is after you. All we want is to help you."

"Why should I believe you?" she asks, her voice returning to its shaky state, "Why should I trust anything you are saying to me?"

"That is a very good question, especially since you have no reason to believe me. After all, everything you know about me is that I'm called Four, these are my friends, and that we just chased you through the forest," I explain, "But all I'm asking for is a chance. A chance to gain your trust."

She does not respond. But she does not continue to climb ahead, either. Without a word she places her foot on a rock below her. Then the other foot in another groove in the stone as she climbs toward us. I turn to look at the others. Zeke, Will, Uriah, and I all share looks and small smiles. The feelings of success and pride fill me at the fact that she may possibly have an ounce of faith.

All of a sudden, we hear the sound of small rocks falling against each other and snap our attention back to the girl. Where she had placed her feet in the bluff, the rock was weak and crumbled from beneath her. My eyes widen in realization – she is hanging from the ridge by her hands. Due to her short build, her legs cannot reach any other grooves to hook her feet in. A strong gasp escapes her mouth as she tightens her grip. I can tell she is strong, her strength visible in her arms and posture. But if she slips, the likelihood of her getting seriously injured, or worse, is extremely high.

"Hold on!" Zeke yells to her. My mind begins to race as I think of a way to help her. I could climb up, but if the stone could not withstand her small weight, the chances of it being able to hold mine are nonexistent. She could try to find another place to secure her feet, but again, she can't reach. Suddenly, I have an idea. But it requires her to trust me, even if for just a second.

Tris P.O.V

"Send them a message for me, will you? Let them know that I am still here and that I am ready to fight for myself and the rest of us. Tell them that they will never control me again. And tell them that if they send anyone else out here for me, I will not hesitate to kill them," I finish before taking off in a run.

Weaving through the trees, pine straw crunches beneath my feet as I move as swiftly and as fast as I can. I do not pay any attention to where I am going, for only one coherent thought forms in my mind: I need to get away from them. They say they aren't working for anyone? If they weren't trying to find me, if they weren't working for The Eye, why would they be so far into my secluded area in these woods, so far from the path that campers follow? I internally scoff as I remember one of them telling me they wouldn't hurt me. I won't believe such a statement again.

I'm broken for my reverie by the sound of more footsteps running behind me. Peaking over my shoulder, I see the same four guys as before running after me. My eyes widen in fear. If they didn't want to finish the job that was begun six years ago, they would not be following me. I exert every ounce of energy and strength and run as quickly as my shorts legs will allow. Unfortunately, I know that the boys are much taller and obviously stronger than me and that I need to think of an escape plan now.

I glance over my shoulder once again to find they are gaining on me. Refocusing my attention, I survey the terrain, which I begin to recognize. Panic fills me as I realize where we are running in the direction of: the stone bluff. "Shit. It's a dead end!" I think to myself as I slow my pace and skim my eyes over the ridge, looking for some way to escape. As desperate ideas and methods flow rapidly through my mind, only one thought stands out as a solution. Climbing.

I jump as high as I can and grab hold of any rocks that jut out of the side of the bluff. Using grooves and bulges in the stone, I pull myself up and begin to scale the ridge faster than I knew I was capable of. I glance downwards only to find I have put more distance between and ground and me than I thought. More distance between me and the men, who have caught up to me and are standing at the bottom of the stone. Fearful, I continue to make my way to the top of the mountainous structure. The height does not scare me, though – it gives me an adrenaline rush that propels me further.

"Please!" one of them shouts, "We promise we will not hurt you!" Yeah, right.

"Please come down! We just want to help you!" the one called Four pleads. I stop dead in my tracks. Help me? He said they want to help me. The phrase reminds me so much of my parents and brother that my eyes gloss over with tears that threaten to spill over. "Listen," he continues, "We have no idea what 'The Eye' is or who you are or who is after you. All we want is to help you."

"Why should I believe you?" I ask, the confidence and intimidation in my voice gone and replaced with a quivering tone, "Why should I trust anything you are saying to me?"

"That is a very good question, especially since you have no reason to believe me. After all, everything you know about me is that I'm called Four, these are my friends, and that we just chased you through the forest," he explains, "But all I'm asking for is a chance. A chance to gain your trust."

I have no idea how to respond. Something about his voice sounds pure, like his words scream honesty. Somewhere in me, I trust him and his somehow-comforting words. Somewhere in me, I want to believe that these men do want to help me, that they truly are clueless about my situation. Somewhere in me, I yearn for the comfort of human contact and someone to be there for me. Somewhere in me, I know that they won't hurt me. And so I begin to climb down, one step at a time.

Suddenly, as I apply my weight to the newest juts and bulges, the rock crumbles from beneath my feet. I let out a gasp and use all the strength in my arms to hold on to the ridge. My feet search for a new place to stand, but none are within reach.

"Hold on!" another one of the me yell to me.

I continue to attempt to pull myself to the rocks my hands hand on, but to no avail.

"I have an idea," Four shouts, "But you will have to trust me. Only for a second, but you will have to trust me.

"Okay!" I yell as I feel the stones my hands hold on to are coming lose. Before he can begin to explain his plan, the stone underneath my right hand gives out falls, leaving me dangling by my left hand. A scream lurches from my mouth before I can conceal it.

"Just let go!" Fours yells.

"Hell, no!" I scream.

"We will catch you! I promise!" he yells back desperately.

I do not want to jump into these unknown men's arms. I may have decided I would climb down to them, but I do not trust them enough to know they will actually catch me. But I am running out of options. I can let go and hope they catch me. Or I can fall.

I shut my eyes and release the hold of my left hand. And I await the embrace of the pine straw and dirt-covered ground.

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~Jillian