Hello everyone! I hope you all had a good week! Thank you for all you supportive reviews, especially my two biggest fans Pitocchi and Night-azure, you comments make me happy yay! I don't know what teacher convention week is but cool! Also fanficteacher thanks for the constructive review. I agree I started slacking off, I needed that reminder to pick it back up again. I just want to hurry up and post the next chapter and I usually do it late at night and there must be so many errors I don't even realize (ugh failure!). Hopefully this chapter is better grammatically speaking (story wise I can't promise you bestseller). Ok to everyone else thanks for commenting, you have no idea how much boost they give me.

this chapter is dedicated to my wonderful man, who is my very own version of Four (except better and real, and no I'm not sharing!) he believes in me even when I do the weirdest things like write fanfictions that may or may not turn into a Lemon I'm not telling (he did kinda called me a nerd when I told him lol) when I wrote this chapter I thought of him, because he is as smart as an erudite, actually he is the only person I know who could belong to all five factions.

Which got me thinking! Which faction would you belong to or would it be more than one? How many divergent have we got here? I know that I would have been born into abnegation and changed to dauntless. But I would have and aptitude for both and erudite. Comment and tell me!

Ok! This chapter is not told through the eyes of Four, and I sympathize with this character, because all of us at one point have done the wrong thing and want forgiveness.

I never meant to hurt anybody.

As I look back on my part I realize that I did some terrible things. I justified them at the time as being logical decisions, as a way to survive. I guess in a way I was most fit to become and erudite at sixteen.

I had tried to be selfless my whole life and even chastised my poor sister when she didn't conform to our factions standards. But when the day came to choose, I chose to be selfish. I chose to gain knowledge. That knowledge turned into greed and hunger and lies. And that eventually turned into self preservation. I never wanted a war, but I became blinded in my greed for knowledge and mislead by false stories, and admittedly I betrayed my family and my friends as a result. I never set out to hurt them or even betray them. But I liked having my ears tickled; I lived the lie, because I thought it was truth. I became a part of a war, but fought for the wrong side, and I fought for the wrong reasons.

Since they opened up "Chicago" apparently that's its name now, they gave us new information, a new history. I delved into historical wars. I read of religions that changed their moral teachings to pagan ideals just to suit their own needs. I learned of racism, suicide, genocide, mercy killings, shootings and kidnappings. There was this one guy who slaughtered all non whites, Jews, gays and religious people in camps. From my understanding he wished to make a society of a certain people. When I think about it, that's what happened when Jeanine tried to gain control and eradicate all of the divergent among us, and I went along with it because I thought she was right.

The strange thing about it all is that I thought I was doing the right thing. I read that in that particular war that many died not believing that Hitler was a bad person who killed all those people. At first I felt the same way about Jeanine. When I was in that prison after being sentenced to death by Evelyn, I still could not believe that I was a bad person who had done the wrong thing. Yes of course I felt bad about my sister, but I had only been given a portion of the facts at the time of my betrayal. I was living a lie and then the truth was exposed. And it was hard for me to believe. I couldn't believe I was evil.

I feel ashamed that I wasn't smart enough to delve deeper into the truth and find out what was really going on. My sister did though; she was brave enough to expose the truth even though it hurt like tearing off a bandaid. She did what was necessary for everyone. In the end it cost Tris her life. My sister knew the true meaning to be selfless, fearless, truthful and just. And above all she showed love. She loved me enough to save me from death when she had me busted out of prison, and she saved me again when she took my place. Even though I had hurt her and betrayed her, she proved to me that people can be forgiven, no matter how awful their sins are. If she could forgive me, I could forgive me. Tris proved that your faction didn't have to define you. Hitler was German but that didn't mean that all German people were evil. I guess there are good and bad people everywhere we look, but ultimately we have the choice to choose, good vs. evil. Hasn't it always been like that since the very beginning? History only proves that. When great power is thrust upon us we are tested whether we use it for the good of others or for the benefit of ourselves! Tris had great power, and she used it for a purpose to help others, her sacrifice benefited us all, and it took her death for me to realise the truth.

I wish in the end, that I could have been more like my sister. I know I can never measure up to her, but I can try.

'He is ready to see you now Caleb' the brutish man with a tattoo of a tear below his eye says. His gruff voice pulls me from my thoughts and back to reality. I feel panicked for a moment as I remember why I am here.

When he summoned me this morning I knew what it would be about. I tried to think of what I could do to avoid coming to see him but gave up knowing it was inevitable. There is no place I can run or hide from him; I just need to keep calm.

I follow the brutish man down the dark hallway of one of the very few derelict buildings left in Chicago. I remember seeing a warning sign on the front of the fence that said "DO NOT ENTER building condemned" maybe that's why it hasn't been turned into housing, or a hospital. I guess this place is the last place anyone would look for us too, it is the perfect hideout. Only the dauntless would want to live in a place that could come crashing down on you at any minute. Thank goodness their faction doesn't exist anymore.

When we get to the end of the hallway the brutish man opens a door and nods for me to go in there. I step into the room. I have only been here a handful of times but it's always the same. He'll be sitting there at his desks that is littered with paper and is usually smoking some thick gross smelling cigar. I don't relish our visits, but it's a necessary chore. Today is different though, he sits in his chair as usual smoking his ugly cigar, but he is facing the window and the room is dark, lit only by a small desk lamp. On his desk is a half empty bottle of scotch and more alarmingly a gun.

'I take it you asked me to come here so that you could find out what I know about the break-in last night' I say matter of fact. I know that is not the reason but it seems like a plausible lie to go with.

He doesn't answer, I hear him take a long drag and then a slow exhale and I see smoke rising above his chair.

'Caleb do you know why I asked you to be on this project?' he says wryly still not turning around to face me.

'Because I exceed in chemical engineering and DNA repairing?' I say factually.

I hear him chuckle slightly. Wrong answer?

'Incorrect boy! I chose you because I had watched you for such a long time I can predict your wants and needs. I knew you would jump at the chance because it meant knowledge. And from what I have determined from you is that you will put knowledge above anything else, even the lives of your own family.'

What he says is true, it's my past, but that doesn't make his words hurt any less. I try not to let my feelings show; I need to be in control. But it's the way he says it that bothers me, like a taunt, even slightly sarcastic.

People are difficult to understand, I much prefer books, they give you the information you ask for. And they don't hide behind false pretences.

I stay quiet, I need this conversation go accordingly. Manipulation however runs through my veins, I've done this before. I need to pretend that I'm a weak pathetic little nerd. I hunch my shoulders to make me look shorter and weaker. Before I arrived I already tucked in my shirt and loops my buttons in the wrong holes, so that my shirt doesn't sit right making me look childish. He needs to see me as someone he can boss around and not a threat.

'As you know six of my best men were brutally attacked last night while trying to extract her. You are the lead scientist on this project so please explain to me' he turns around and his eyes are dark and dangerous and he spits the last of his sentence with venom 'how did this happen?!'

'Sir, I am still trying to analyse the data. But if my calculations are correct she may have exceeded our expectations' I say trying to show fear but in a way that am also trying to hide it so that he thinks that I am afraid of him and to make him think I am nervous but trying to be brave.

'Go on?' he says curiously.

I take a deep breath

'You assigned me to this project because you wished to harvest Tris DNA sequence. But after examining all the footage from the Chicago experiment it became clear to me that the older the divergent was the more that subjects abilities were refined. It's hard to say exactly how refined but I believe sir that these types of people could have had the ability to expand their brain to make them smarter. The generation that were last documented in the Chicago experiment were creative, more driven and their brain patterns detected that they had more comprehension than the average human. If my calculations are correct a perfect divergent hypothetically could extend their brain waves to other people and objects. Their ability to communicate could be shared by a single thought rather than a physical motion, also I believe that they could have the ability to force their will upon another through the use of telepathic mind control. Unfortunately we never could see a perfect fully grown divergent to prove this theory as Tris was the only one we discovered. My estimations states that the brain of a divergent is fully evolved by the age of 20. So when we created her we grew her to age 19 to see how far her brain waves would develop without pushing the natural boundaries to their limit. Unlike the other failed experiments she has shown much greater results and I believe that she has achieved a higher brain function then that we originally hoped for. She is perfect. And now she is coming into the final stages of her brain development. Sir I believe that last night when your men went to extract her, her self-preservation kicked in even though she was inactive. It was she that attacked your men! and judging by the footage we saw, I don't think we are dealing with an average divergent, but rather a telepathic weapon who is immune to most of your serums sir.'

His eyes are wicked as he looks at me through the thick smoke rising from his cigar, I hope I havnnt revealed too much.

'Why didn't you tell me this sooner, your job was to grow her under Matthews nose and make sure you didn't get caught, you have withheld crucial information, information that could have prevented this entire mishap!' he shouts.

'With all due respect sir, she was in a stable condition when I left her that night. I had no clue that she would evolve spontaneously. When the tank emailed me her observations the morning of the disaster it was then I discovered her true potential.

'So where did our experiment go?' he asks tersely

'assuming she survived that is hard to say, she could be anywhere and she could be nowhere, until I finish analysing the data we won't know. For all we know she could have vaporized herself in her fury'

'So what do you suggest we do?'

'Arm you men with your strongest serums. From my knowledge the peace serum was the only one she couldn't resist in her first life, if my theory is correct; it should neutralize her to a calm state where we can sedate her without injury. If we can get her back to the lab I can charge down her brain functions to a less threatening level.'

'Can you do that?' he asks sceptically

'Theoretically yes, depending on what state she is in when we find her I should be able to imbed a chip into her brain that will release a constant drip of endorphins that can keep her over relaxed. This relaxed state is sure to diffuse any of her powers that she might have developed.'

He smiles, I hate it when he does that, it's so unnatural. He stands now and pauses to look at me. The silence makes me nervous.

'Are you still wondering why I asked you to come here today?' as he say's this he picks up the gun and rubs the barrel with the cuff of his white sleeve. Is that blood?

I gulp, I did realize that this was why he asked me here, but I thought that I could convince him that he still needed me to get her back.

'Lucky for you Caleb I have had a change of heart. I still need you to finish this job. We will get her back and we will restore balance. Don't make me doubt your motives again, because the next time I summon you, you will leave in a box! Now get out of my sight and find out if she is alive!'

I don't need to be told twice. I walk out in a hurry and leave the condemned building. I make sure I am not followed, because I know she is alive, but I need to warn her. I need to keep her safe.

Is Caleb good? Is he bad? Until next chapter my fellow divergent!