Oh, man. You guys are going to hate me for this chapter. Anyway, I've decided to throw a new perspective into the story to make it more interesting. Let me know if you like reading in Caleb's perspective or if you'd prefer I keep it just Tobias and Tris. However, I think you'll find that as the story's plot thickens, Caleb's perspective is actually quite convenient. Enjoy chapter three!

Disclaimer: Nope... still don't own Divergent (damn it).

CALEB

Peter was definitely a jerk. I was beginning to see why Beatrice had run away. I was currently in Amity woods with Peter and a few guards on a search for Beatrice. But my sister was smart, if she didn't want to be found she wouldn't be.

Peter was snoring loudly against the trunk of a large apple tree. I rolled my eyes. He was pathetic. He was cruel and ruthless and not very smart, either. Although that may just be because I was somewhat of a super genius. And when I say that, I'm being modest.

Beatrice had been missing for four days at this point and after the first night had passed with no sign of her, my mom freaked out. Peter's parents were outraged and I know my dad wasn't too happy himself. I think my mom was more sad than angry, but who can blame her? She was basically betrayed by her own daughter. I mean, Beatrice had to have known why my parents were forcing her to marry this asshole. It's the only way to gain legit soldiers to fight in Abnegation's name, instead of our "soldiers"—who are really just people who wear chain mail and distribute oatmeal to people whose homes have been lost during battles.

I'm just glad someone had thought to train Beatrice and me with a sword. I had never really picked it up, but I could handle myself. Beatrice had been a natural at the fighting stuff. I was smarter and a lot nicer than her, so it didn't really bother me that she had me beat at swordplay. Besides, when would we ever need it?

Well, back then it hadn't seemed important. But now that we're on the brink of a war between the five kingdoms and the fact that I'm in the middle of hippy land with an insane prince, I'm more than grateful that I understand how to maneuver a sword.

I sighed, leaning my head back against the tree. Peter insisted on searching Amity, even though I told him Beatrice wouldn't have come here. She's smart enough to know that Amity would send her back as soon as they recognized her, as well as Erudite, for that matter, if they didn't execute her first. Dauntless was the only realistic option and for whatever reason, Peter wouldn't believe me. I'm assuming he's frightened of Dauntless or something else pride-bashing; else we'd have been their days ago, instead of this apple orchard.

I stood and nudged him with my foot. "C'mon, Peter. Let's finish checking this stupid orchard so we can go search a more logical place."

He grumbled as he opened his eyes. "What time is it?"

I threw my hands up, exasperated. "I don't know, Peter. I can't see the sun through these damn trees! I don't want to spend another night here so I'm giving you two options: we ride through the rest of this orchard and go on our merry way, in the opposite direction of Amity, or we go on our merry way now."

"We finish the search here. We'll head to Dauntless next." Finally, an intelligent decision. There was no doubt in my mind that we would find Beatrice hiding somewhere in Dauntless. Now to just get through this place and I'll be home that much sooner.

TRIS

We spent the day at the cliff, taking turns diving into the waters below us. I was a little nervous at first, considering yesterday I had been kicked into the water. That reminded me, where the hell did our horses go?

Anyway, Christina and Will were really hitting it off. They had been inseparable since we first found him and Cara, much to Cara's annoyance. Although she and Lynn had become fast friends, probably because they were both exasperated watching their siblings flirt.

Speaking of which, Zeke and Shauna had also been inseparable, even going so far as to jump off of the cliff whilst kissing. Uriah jokingly asked Marlene if she would do that with him, but he didn't deliver it well and it ended in an awkward moment between the two of them, causing Four and Zeke to fall over they were laughing so much.

I was sitting by myself in the sun, attempting to dry my hair out when a shadow blocked the rays. I glanced up and saw Four standing over me. "How come you're not hanging out with the rest of us?"

I held up my damp hair and shook some of the water on him. "Just drying off."

He smirked, making my heart flutter. Geez, Tris. Get it together. It doesn't matter if he is quite possibly the cutest boy you've ever met¸ you did not run away from an arranged marriage to fall for some guy. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I nodded, patting the ground next to me. "I'd be honored."

He plopped down beside me. "You know, I'm kind of glad I saved you yesterday."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He nodded, squinting his eyes and looking away from me. "If I hadn't met you yesterday and realized you were actually kind of nice, I probably would've killed you during our fight. But since I knew that you weren't deserving of death, I decided not to try my best."

I laughed. "You're kidding, right? You seemed pretty pissed out there to me-"

"Of course I'm kidding," he interrupted, nudging my shoulder. "Who taught you to fight like that?"

I shrugged. "Some guy my parents hired. His name was Marcus or something, he was pretty adamant that my brother and I learn to fight." Four stiffened at the name Marcus. "Hey, you okay?"

He nodded, "yeah. Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" he rambled.

"I couldn't say, Four."

TOBIAS

We decided to skip patrol and instead spend our day at the cliff, celebrating something. I don't know what exactly we celebrated, but Uriah and Zeke seemed to have an idea so I went with it. We all dove off the cliff, but Tris seemed a little nervous at first. But once she got into it, she seemed to have a great time.

I had been sitting with Uriah and Marlene, which was incredibly awkward, when I noticed Tris was sitting by herself away from the group. I excused myself and made my way over. "How come you're not hanging out with the rest of us?"

She smiled and shook her wet hair on me. "Just drying off."

I smirked. There she goes, being cute again. I took a deep breath to calm my stupid heart before asking to sit. She nodded, patting the ground beside her. "I'd be honored."

I sat beside her, pulling on of my knees up to my chest and resting my elbow on it. Before I knew it, I had said something stupid. "You know, I'm kind of glad I saved you yesterday."

She glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "Oh?"

I looked away, hoping she wouldn't see the color in my cheeks. Well, there was no stopping now. "If I hadn't met you yesterday and realized you were actually kind of nice, I probably would've killed you during our fight." Wow, great pick-up line, Tobias. I'm sure she'll want to be with you after that one. "But since I knew you weren't deserving of death, I decided not try my best."

Dammit. She looked mildly offended even though she was laughing. "You're kidding, right? You seemed pretty pissed out there to me-"

Well, it's a now or never save. "Of course I'm kidding," I blurted, nudging her. "Who taught you to fight like that?" Ah, yes. Change the subject. Good idea.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Some guy my parents hired. His name was Marcus or something…" She was still talking, but I had frozen up at that name. That damn name that plagues my dreams. She was staring at me, concerned. "Hey, you okay?"

Words rattled off my tongue, even though I didn't mean to say them. My default lie setting, I suppose. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

She sighed. "I couldn't say, Four."

CALEB

Amity proved faulty, like I knew it would. We were now on our way to Dauntless, which is the basically the farthest kingdom from Amity. Funny, because it's the closest to Abnegation. We would probably have caught up with Beatrice and been on our way back home if we had followed my instincts. No matter now, I suppose.

Peter was honestly making me more and more angry. He couldn't keep his mouth shut for five minutes and everything he spoke about somehow ended up to be some sort of self-appraisal. The guy is really full of himself.

We rode on for another day. Of course nothing exciting happened. I think I've been more bored out here, on this "adventure" as Dad called it, than I ever was in Abnegation. And that's saying something.

Peter stopped his horse. "We're about to enter Erudite."

"What? Why would we be going through Erudite?" I cried.

He glanced at me, hesitantly. "I need to speak with someone."

"Are you serious? You brought me along for a personal meeting?" I began to turn my horse around. "I'm going to Dauntless myself."

"No!" Peter shouted, almost desperately. "I need your help."

I narrowed my eyes. "Peter, what could you honestly need form me-"

"You aren't going to like it," he muttered. "But I'm going to help Jeanine in the war. And she promised she would keep you and your family safe if you agreed to help, as well."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This was wrong. I would be betraying my father by agreeing to help. I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose before sighing loudly and turning my horse to face Peter.

Helping him was logical, it would save my family. I may even be able to argue to leave Abnegation out of this war completely. I shoved the nagging voice that was screaming betrayal to the back of my mind.

TRIS

I was almost offended that no one had come looking for me. I mean, not that I would go with them, but I was still family and a princess, right?

Christina, Will, Cara and I had joined Four and his patrol groups. They had convinced us that it was a lot safer on the boundary and that no one was going to get past them, so we were safe from anyone looking for us. Not that anyone was.

A week had passed and we decided to celebrate our first week as unofficial Dauntless patrol by having a camp out on the cliff, as suggested by Uriah. Lynn lay on the ground, tossing a b ox of matches in the air. "Someone go get some firewood, it's going to get cold."

I glanced at Christina who shrugged. "We'll go," I suggested, standing up.

Will stood as well. "I'll help."

I chuckled as the two of them walked ahead, talking and flirting. Their hands our shoulders occasionally brushed and their flustered reactions were almost too much to bear. I decided I would give them privacy and began to gather twigs, assuming they wouldn't do much work themselves. I had a pretty decent bundle after a few minutes so I decided to find my friends.

I looked around for them but Will and Christina were nowhere to be found. "Guys?" I called. I heard a snap behind me and whirled around a smile plastered on my face. Christina was probably trying to scare me. I turned, grinning and was greeted by a tall man in Candor army. He held a sword above his head and I gasped, dropping my sticks. He lunged for me and I stumbled back, tripping over my discarded sticks and falling back. I stared up at him as he loomed above me, holding his sword high. I screeched as he brought it down on me again and rolled to the side. I swung my legs around, sweeping them under his feet. He toppled over and I stood up and sprinted back to the camp. I was slapped and scratched by braches and my lungs burned, but I didn't stop. I skidded to a halt when I reached the cliff, panting.

"Tris? Where's the wood?" Lynn asked.

"And Will and Christina?" Cara added, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I shook my head. "Candor soldiers… in the woods… Will and Christina… missing…"

"What do you mean, 'missing'?" Cara hissed.

I took a deep breath and blew out slowly, catching my breath. "They went ahead of me and when I began to look for them they weren't there. Then I was attacked by a Candor knight."

Four was by my side in an instant, brushing leaves from my hair. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worried about the other two." I looked over at Cara and saw two horses tied to a tree behind her. "Whose are those?" I asked suspiciously.

Marlene shrugged. "Two guys seeking refuge or whatever."

As she said that, Peter and Caleb, of all people, stepped out from behind a tree. I gasped and stepped back, my hand fluttering to my heart. They looked up and locked eyes with me. "Beatrice!" Caleb cried, running towards me. He grabbed my hands in his. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"Fine," I whispered, my mouth dry.

Peter moved forward slowly. "My lady," he murmured. "I was so worried. But now that I've found you we can return home and be wed."

I cringed, pulling away from Caleb and into Four. He wrapped an arm around me protectively. "Tris isn't going anywhere she doesn't want to."

Peter glared at him. "I am a prince. Prince of Candor, to be exact. I was promised a princess and a princess I will have."

CALEB

I followed Peter into Erudite. The guards received us and led us to a palace, where we were met by a tall, brunette woman dressed in a blue gown. "Peter," she said, kissing his cheek. "Welcome."

He smiled at her before bowing his head. "My lady."

She glanced at me, her lips turned up in some sort of unpleasant smile. "This must be Caleb, Prince of Abnegation. I have to say, Peter, I'm surprised you convinced him to join you."

I raised my chin defiantly. "I came of my own accord."

"Hm. I suppose you did." She turned away from me and smiled sweetly at Peter before linking his arm through his. "Let's discuss matters in a more private section of the palace."

I sighed as he fell into step with her and followed them, folding my hands behind my back. We stopped in a huge room. "In order to prevail we need to take out Abnegation and Dauntless," Jeanine said. She looked at me. "That's where you come in. IF you can get my army into the palace so I can assume control-"

"Why in the hell would I do that?" I shouted, aghast.

She looked slightly affronted at my interruption, but I could care less. "I'll find a way in regardless," she said, her tone icy cool, "but if you help me you can save your family. No one has to die. But if I have to wait, I will be angry and there will be casualties, you and your family amongst them. I am not a patient woman, Caleb."

My face burned. She was serious. She was making me choose between betraying my family and letting my family die. My father was right. She truly was the epitome of evil. My choice was obvious, I was Abnegation after all, and therefore I was selfless. I took a deep breath. "What do you need me to do?"

The plan was simple. Peter and I would continue our search for Beatrice like nothing had changed and when we found her, we would return to Abnegation with glory. I would propose a feast in honor of the princess' return and all of the nobles would be invited. In the midst of the celebrations, Peter and I would go get the Erudite army and let them into the palace through a series of servant's tunnels underneath the palace floors. The army would storm the party and take the nobles prisoner and then Jeanine would come in and assume control of Abnegation, conquering it for Erudite. Foolproof.

We stayed with Jeanine for a few nights before setting off for Dauntless. Now that I was on his side, Peter had warmed up to me and although he was still an egotistical ass, I almost didn't mind him. We were soon in Dauntless territory and coming up on a small cliff, filled with seven or so people. They didn't look much older than Peter and me and were probably just Dauntless patrollers taking the night off. We stopped at the edge of the clearing and Peter sent some of his guards to search the surrounding woods.

Peter hopped off of his horse and grabbed the reigns. "Follow me lead," he whispered. I slipped off of my horse, as well, and led it onto the cliff. Peter held his arms up in mock surrender when two boys and a short-haired girl lifted their swords.

The girl held her sword to his throat. "You have thirty seconds to explain why you're here," she hissed.

He whimpered like a small child and his eyes were crossed as he inspected the blade against him. Part of me wondered whether he was actually that terrified of her or if it was just for show. "L-look! It's almost dark and we're scared and lost! We'll be out of your hair by tomorrow, I swear. We just need a place to sleep for tonight."

God, he sounded pathetic. It must've convinced the girl because her fierce gaze had softened into a mere scowl and she didn't apply as much pressure to his throat as she glanced around at her comrades.

A tall, dark-haired boy stepped forward. "You can sleep here, but if either of you tries anything, I will kill you."

I gulped. He looked like he meant serious business and there was no doubt in my mind that he actually would kill me. I stared at him, fearfully, until I realized that I recognized that face. He looked exactly like the man who taught me how to fight, Marcus Eaton, a close friend and adviser of my parents. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but found myself being towed away by Peter as he muttered some excuse about having to piss.

He pulled me back into the wood, out of earshot of the others. "Do you think Beatrice will be with them?"

I pondered that. It definitely seemed like something she would do—join forces with a group of bad ass Dauntless patroller's in an effort to remain protected. I shrugged. "It's definitely possible. We should just wait it out and see if she shows up by morning. If not, we keep looking."

He nodded. "I hope she's with them, I just want to get her and get going." He grinned somewhat cruelly. "I'm almost excited for this war."

And in that moment, I realized Peter was insane. He was cruel, malevolent and power-hungry. And I was going to help him recapture my little sister and marry her, nonetheless help him and an even worse person take over my home. But if I didn't help, my parents and most of my friends would be killed. Wouldn't they rather live as prisoners or soldiers than die painful deaths?

My thoughts were interrupted by a girls frantic shouts and my heart fluttered in anticipation. The voice sounded identical to Beatrice's. Peter and I shared a glance before making our way back to the camp. I smiled, relieved when we stepped out of the woods. Beatrice stood next to the boy who threatened us, who was currently combing the brush out of her hair.

She turned and looked at us and gasped, almost falling backwards. Her eyes locked with mine and I jogged to her side, pushing the boy away from her. Even if I was about to betray her, I was still her older brother and no guy was going to get with her. Other than Peter, of course. I cringed inwardly at the thought. I grasped her hands in my own. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"Fine," she whispered, her eyes wide and shocked. She had really only answered one of my questions and I was about to say something else when Peter interrupted.

"My lady," he murmured, creeping towards her. I denied the instinct to step in front of her protectively. By not protecting her now, I was actually protecting her in the long run. At least that's what I kept telling myself. "I was so worried. But now that I've found you we can return home and be wed."

She cringed, pulling away from me and into the guy. My anger flared as he wrapped an arm around her. "Tris isn't going anywhere she doesn't want to."

Peter glared at him, balling his fists at his side. "I am a prince. Prince of Candor, to be exact. I was promised a princess and a princess I will have." Oh, no. This was going to get bad. At the mention of the word 'princess', the group of people exchanged surprised looks and before all looking at Beatrice.

The guy with his arm around her shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

Peter scoffed. "Come on, you're telling me you idiots didn't recognize her?" His question was answered with blank stares and he laughed. "Well, then let me introduce to you Princess Beatrice of Abnegation."

The boy holding her gasped and stepped back whilst Beatrice glared daggers at Peter. This was definitely about to get bad. "Peter," she warned. "Stop."

"Tris," the boy said, "what is he talking about? You're a princess?"

The girl with the short hair crossed her arms. "Dishonest from the first moment we met her. I'm real glad we let her infiltrate us. She's probably an Abnegation spy."

"What? No!" Beatrice protested. She glanced desperately at an older girl who moved to her side.

"Tris wasn't lying to you, not really. It was more like… hiding the truth."

The short haired girl scoffed. "What are you then? An Erudite spy? So what, are Erudite and Abnegation allies now? I guess Candor is in on it, too, considering this guy's the prince of Candor and Christina's from there."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Christina? You mean my guard?" He glowered at Beatrice. "Did she help you to escape?"

Beatrice shook her head wildly. "No! Leave her out of this, Peter-"

"Sire, I found these two in the wood," a booming voice interrupted. One of his guards stepped onto the cliff holding an unconscious and bloody boy over his shoulder and gripping Christina's arm tightly. Her face was also smeared with blood.

"Will!" Cara cried, running over to the guard. She was stopped by the short-haired girl, Lynn, I believe I had heard someone call her by that.

Christina's eyes widened when they landed on Peter and she cried out, yanking away from the soldier. She ran to Beatrice's side and grabbed her arm, hiding behind her. Peter growled when he saw her. "You dishonest bitch," he spat. "How dare you betray me?"

She trembled with fear and I pressed my hand to Peter's chest. "Peter, calm down. You're scaring her." He pushed me down and grabbed Beatrice's arm, twisting it. She yelled and swung her leg around, connecting her foot to his jaw. He yelled and smacked her, hard, in the face and knocking her to the ground. Christina yelped and stumbled back, landing on her butt. She attempted to scuttle back and pick herself up but Peter gripped her by the hair and yanked her to her feet. She cried out, her eyes pooling with tears.

"Please," she gasped.

Peter's only response was to wind her hair tightly around his fist and rear back with his other hand and punch her hard in the jaw. Beatrice screamed something and attempted to tackle Peter, only to be knocked down again. He kicked her in the ribs and she wheezed heavily, glancing apologetically at Christina. "You're scum," he hissed, spitting on her face. Christina squirmed uncomfortably as he leaned close to her, pressing his lips against her neck. "And because you love Beatrice so much, I think I'll marry both of you, hm?"

Christina shook her head; blood trickled down her face from where her skin had split at her scalp. "You aren't going to marry either one of us," she whispered.

Peter guffawed loudly and threw her down next to Beatrice. He grabbed my sister's arm and held her up. He looked at me. "Let's go," he commanded. Beatrice began to scream vulgar things at him and pull away from him.

"I refuse to marry you," she hissed. She swung her arm around and hit him hard in the eye and again in the stomach, causing him to double over and lose his grip on her. She dropped on her knees next to Christina who offered a weak smile.

Peter roared and reached for Beatrice who sleekly moved out of his grasp and to the edge of the cliff. She glared at him, her eyes ablaze. "I'll jump," she shouted. "Then you can't marry me. It's illegal to marry a corpse in Abnegation and in Candor, I'm willing to bet."

My head pounded. Things had gone so wrong so fast. It was supposed to be a happy reunion, Beatrice was supposed to realize how much she had missed us and come running into our arms and then we would return home and kick start the war. But now I was watching as my only sister threatened to commit suicide. "Beatrice, please!" I called. But I knew she wasn't listening. She had eyes only for Peter, who was growing angrier by the minute.

He growled and grabbed Christina again, this time by the arm. "Fine," he shouted. "Jump. And take your whore of a traitor with you." He flung Christina at her and she shouted something before their bodies collided and they were both sent over the cliff. I screamed and tried to run after her but Peter grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the horses. He helped me onto mine and untied the two of them. I didn't even think as I urged my horse into a quick gallop. I couldn't think. My sister was dead.

I suppose our festival was now a funeral.

TOBIAS

I watched as Tris followed Christina and Will into the woods, smiling. I should've offered to join her, but she would probably rather be alone. She usually does, although there are times I'm lucky enough to get in a few private moments with her. Talking with her is much different than talking to Shauna, Lynn or Marlene. She's nowhere near as close as a friend as the other girls are, but I feel more myself around her. I can speak to her freely and I feel like I can be Tobias with her, unlike how I have to be Four around the others.

I heard Lynn yell something and noticed two boys walking onto our cliff, their arms up in surrender. Lynn lunged forward and held a knife to the younger of the two's throat. "You have thirty seconds to explain why you're here."

He whimpered and stared down at the sword to his throat, crossing his eyes. He looked and sounded so pathetic I had a hard time not bursting into laughter. I glanced at Zeke and Uriah and saw they were experiencing similar problems. "L-look!" he stammered. "It's almost dark and we're scared and lost! We'll be out of your hair tomorrow, I swear. We just need a place to sleep for tonight."

Lynn seemed almost convinced and she glanced around for one of us to make the final decision. She was tough, but she was no leader. I stepped forward, glowering at the boy. He looked like an ass and I immediately decided I didn't like him. "You can sleep here, but if either of you try anything, I will kill you." I meant it, too. I wouldn't hesitate to slash their throats.

He nodded and Lynn stepped back, sheathing her sword. He grabbed his friend and pulled him back into the woods, shouting that he had to piss. "Yeah, right," Uriah muttered. "He's probably going to go cry."

Zeke burst into laughter. "You know that's right."

Tris suddenly ran out on to the cliff, her eyes wide and her breathing frantic. The laughter and smiles dissipated and suspense filled the air. "Tris? Where's the wood?" Lynn asked.

"And Will and Christina?" Cara added, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. I'm going to go ahead and assume she was worried about Will and Christina getting up to something… inappropriate out there. We were all expecting it to happen sooner or later.

She shook her head, panting. "Candor soldiers… in the woods… Will and Christina… missing…"

"What do you mean, 'missing'?" Cara hissed.

Tris attempted to catch her breath before continuing, "They went ahead of me and when I began to look for them they weren't there. Then I was attacked by a Candor knight."

I rushed to her side and attempted to remove the twigs in her hair. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worried about the other two." She paused. "Whose are those?" she asked, gesturing to those guy' horses.

Marlene shrugged. "Two guys seeking refuge or whatever."

The two boys came back onto the cliff at that moment and Tris gasped, stepping back. I furrowed my brow. What was going on? "Beatrice!" the older boy exclaimed, running to her side and grabbing her hands. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

She looked completely flustered by his appearance. "Fine," she whispered. She was so not fine right now.

The other boy moved forward. "My lady, I was so worried. But now that I've found you we can return home and be wed." Wed? As in marriage? I saw Tris grow increasingly uncomfortable and she pulled away from the other boy and into me. On instinct, I wrapped my arm around her and glowered at the boy.

"Tris isn't going anywhere she doesn't want to."

The boy glared at me and I returned his piercing gaze. He wasn't exactly intimidating after his blubbering display of cowardice earlier. "I am a prince. Prince of Candor, to be exact. I was promised a princess and a princess I will have."

A princess? Tris? I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

He scoffed. "Come on, you're telling me you idiots didn't recognize her?" I glared harder at him and he laughed. "Well, then let me introduce to you Princess Beatrice of Abnegation."

I stepped back, shocked. Tris is Beatrice? It suddenly made perfect sense. That's where I knew her from. Her father, King Andrew, is friends with mine. My no-good, evil, conniving-

Tris interrupted my thoughts when her angry voice filled the awkward silence. "Peter," she warned. "Stop."

"Tris," I asked, "what is he talking about? You're a princess?" Well, obviously she was. I knew she was, now. Tris was basically Beatrice without the first syllable. She lied to us from the very beginning and we trusted her. But why had she left in the first place?

Lynn crossed her arms. "Dishonest from the first moment we met her. I'm real glad we let her infiltrate us. She's probably an Abnegation spy."

"What? No!" Tris cried. She glanced desperately at Cara, who moved to her side.

"Tris wasn't lying to you, not really. It was more like… hiding the truth." So Cara was in on it, too.

Lynn scoffed. "What are you then? An Erudite spy? So what, are Erudite and Abnegation allies now? I guess Candor is in on it, too, considering this guy's the prince of Candor and Christina's from there."

The asshole raised an eyebrow. "Christina? You mean my guard?" He glowered at Tris. His look made me mad and if I wasn't so infuriated with Tris at the moment, I might've knocked him out. "Did she help you to escape?"

Tris shook her head. "No! Leave her out of this, Peter-"

"Sire, I found these two in the wood," a booming voice interrupted. A large man dressed in Candor armor stepped onto the cliff holding an unconscious and bloody Will and gripping Christina's arm tightly. Her face was also smeared with blood.

"Will!" Cara cried, running over to the soldier. She was stopped by Lynn, who wrapped her arms around her and wouldn't release her, despite her struggles. Christina's eyes widened when she saw the two boys and she cried out, yanking away from the soldier. She ran to Tris' side and grabbed her arm, seemingly hiding behind her. Was Christina actually afraid of someone?

"You dishonest bitch," Peter growled once he noticed her. "How dare you betray me?"

Christina's face paled and she trembled. The older boy moved forward and pressed his hand to his comrade's chest. "Peter, calm down. You're scaring her."

Peter pushed him down and grabbed Tris' arm, twisting it. Her face contorted and she kicked him hard in the jaw. He cried out and smacked her hard in the face before knocking her to the ground. Christina whimpered and moved away from him. She tripped over herself and tried to crawl back but he grabbed her and pulled her up by her hair. She cried out and I winced; that had to have hurt. I glanced at my friends. None of us were moving. I don't know if it was because they felt as betrayed as I did, but for some reason none of us helped them.

"Please," Christina gasped, clawing at Peter's arm.

Peter merely tightened his grip on her hair and punched her hard in the jaw. Tris shouted at him and lunged towards Peter, but he knocked her back and kicked her in the ribs. She wheezed, poised on all fours and staring at Christina, remorse clearly etched onto her features.

Peter hissed some sort of insult at Christina and spat on her face and she squirmed. I saw a flash of something-lust? - in his eyes before he pressed his lips to her neck. This is when I should've jumped in. His guard was down and he was sexually assaulting a friend, not to mention had probably just broken a few of Tris' ribs. He murmured something I couldn't hear into his Christina's ear, but I did catch something about marriage.

Christina was shaking her head, blood streaming down her face from where he had split the skin at her scalp from pulling too hard on her hair. "You aren't going to marry either one of us," she rasped.

Peter chortled and threw her next to Tris, whom he grabbed her and hoisted up. My anger flared but I still didn't try and help. "Let's go," he shouted to his friend. Tris began to scream and kick curses at him.

"I refuse to marry you." She reared her fist back and punched him in the face and then in the stomach, causing him to double over and lose his grip. She pried herself away from him and dropped next to Christina.

Peter screamed and attempted to grab Tris who easily maneuvered away from him and to the edge of the cliff. She glared at him and she looked truly powerful. "I'll jump. Then you can't marry me. It's illegal to marry a corpse in Abnegation and in Candor, I'm willing to bet." I gasped. Suicide is selfish and here was the princess of the selfless threatening to take her own life. My heart was in my throat. I couldn't lose her. I wouldn't. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to do.

But I stood still.

Peter's friend had his hands on his head and he looked frantic. "Beatrice, please!" he shouted. She ignored him. She ignored everything but Peter, who grew increasingly angry by the second.

He grabbed Christina by the arm. "Fine. Jump. And take your whore of a traitor with you," he snapped. He threw Christina forward and she cried out before slamming into Tris and sending the both of them over the cliff.

The boy screamed and I think I did, too. I was at the edge of the cliff, staring over into the waves. You could still see the ripples from where their bodies had hit. Uriah and Zeke were shouting and pulling off their belts before diving into the water after them. Peter and his friend had gotten onto their horses and galloped away, Peter's soldier following, Will still in his arms. Cara screamed for Lynn to let her go and Shauna and Marlene were screaming, too. Everyone was screaming or crying.

But not me. Because I was numb. And you know what?

I just stood still.

Well, that's the end of this trilogy! Just like Allegiant! So, uh, no hard feelings, right?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I would never do that to you guys. That's just the end to this chapter. ;)

So, will Tris and Christina make it? Or will they forever be lost to the sea?

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