I DIDN'T LIKE THE WAY TRIS'S LOSS OF CONTROL FEAR WAS POTRAYED, SO I MADE UP THIS SEEN, IT'S NOT AS STRAIGHT-FROM-THE-BOOK AS MY EARLIER ONES, LOVELIES. Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

Chapter 5

Between one blink and the next, the Abnegation house disappears.

I hear a scream, and turn to see Six . . . in an ocean?

What?

Nethertheless, I dive into the water to get to her shivering frame, swimming over to the slippery-looking rock that she's clinging to; I could help her back to the shore, I think, before I realize that she probably can't swim.

Great.

She's looking around for something, and her eyes rest on me. "Loss of control!" She gasps, when my hand grabs her wrist, and the hand I'm not holding searches around the mossy rock; when she finds a cubbyhole, her fingers fumble inside it for what feels like hours to me; it probably feels like that to her, too, since she screams aloud in frustration.

Six pulls out what looks like a plastic-encased Tic-Tac, and holds onto the rock, tighter, after chucking it over her head.

I hear cracking, and turn my head; the ocean is freezing. When it gets to us, I yelp, and pull my body out of the ice a beat after Six.

"Now what's going to-" I start, but break off when I hear a whimper. I look around the room—which is now not only a room, but a replica of the Abnegation room we were in before—and lift up the blanket on a bed to look for whoever made that noise when I hear it again; I turn and Six winces, this time, louder, backpedaling into the wall. She's wearing Abnegation clothes again, hair in a bun. The door bursts open, and I see Andrew again; when I look back at Six, her face shows straight fear.

Andrew stomps purposefully toward her, undoing his belt, and her eyes well up tears. "This is for your own good," he says, and throws the belt over his shoulder. He pauses, and his face turns monsterous when she doesn't move. "What are you doing?!" He yells. She whimpers, and turns around, pulling her shirt up in back, so it rests pooling at the back of her neck. He sighs, like she's mental, and flings the belt over his head; her knuckles turn white where the hold her shirt, but she doesn't flinch, doesn't let out a sound.

The next hit comes, and the next, and I realize I can't move, just like the fear with Peter in it.

When he hits her for feels like the hundredth time, though I know it's only about ten, her hands shaking, one of them flies up and catches it, pulling it out of his hands.

She lets her sweater fall back to settle on her hips as she spins to look at him.

"You're not real," she hisses. "You're not real, you're not real, YOU'RE NOT REAL!" She yells, voice rising until she's screaming, and her face is red with exertion.

And he dissappears.

. . . . . . . .. . . .. . . .

Six crumbles to the ground and lets out a sob; I run over to her, but she pushes me away.

"Just leave me alone, initiate." She says in her instructor voice, though there are tears streaming down her face.

"No." I say powerfully, and she looks up, surprised. "I'm not going to go back to being a stupid initiate, just a student after that! You can't treat me like a three-year-old anymore, I know all your secrets-" I know it's a bad thing to say the moment I say it, but I don't know just how bad she thought it was until her hand gripped my arm and flung me at the wall; her eyes were blazing with anger and she's pulling a knife out of her boot.

"What did you just say, intitate?"