A/N Guys just remember once you've read this that NOT EVERYTHING IS AS IT SEEMS, haha thanks for the reviews means a lot having your ideas and I am taking them into consideration. Thanks for reading up until now anyway, I shall leave you with chapter six.

Tobias- I knew I was beginning to wake up when the pounding in my head was almost unbearable. The joys of a hangover. I rolled over, my eyes still closed but my hands searching for Tris. I tried to reach that little bit further, stretching, I rolled slightly too far and for a split second I was made air bourne. I landed with a thump on my stomach, the breath in my lungs gone.
Slowly sitting up I looked around Zekes' apartment. Jesus, what happened last night? Clothes and empty beer cans lay scattered on the floor, Zeke was lying like a starfish wearing only his boxers and a lampshade over his head, Shauna was on her side with a bottle of unfinished beer in her hand, Marlene and Uriah were spooning and if last night was anything to go by Christina and Will were probably in the bathroom. Still no sign of Tris. I staggered over to Zeke and pulled the lampshade off his head.
"Zeke" jesus my voice sounded rough, Zeke didn't reply so it was obvious action needed to be taken. I decided a 'gentle' blow in the stomach should do it. The force of my foot crashing into his relaxed stomach caused him to doubled over, winded.
"what?!" He wheezed exasperated, I stifled a laugh
"Any idea where Tris is?" I asked, I studied the expression on his face- it seemed thoughtful.
"Fuck" he muttered rubbing his creased forehead "urm-", he was interrupted by Christina and Will entering the room laughing.
"Zeke, my man!" Roared Will "last night was great but you need to sort that shower out-"
"SHOWER! THATS IT!" Zeke shouted at me, "Tris went back to her apartment last night for a shower". Suddenly the pounding in my head was the least of my worries, a half drunken Tris walking the compound at a ridiculous time in the morning was NOT a good idea, until I found her I would not relax.
"Be right back" I muttered before grabbing my t-shirt and sprinting to Tris apartment.

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I reached the door to her apartment, I'd already pulled out the spare key she gave me, and fumbled with the lock until the door swung open. Barging in I realised everything was the same as it was before we left yesterday. Tris' makeup lay scattered over the dressing table, her leather jacket slung over the wardrobe door and her shoes scattered aimlessly over the floor. So she had left Zeke's but hadn't made it back to her apartment, so where was she? A wave of worries over came me but I tried to focus. Think like Tris. Think like Tris. Think like Tris.
"Four!" Zeke rushed in, his face full of panic, "Its Tris, QUICK!" He sprinted down the hallway and I followed, my heart missed a few beats and my feet faltered as I realised we were heading toward the chasm.

A crowd had already gathered. I pushed my way through, not caring who I hit or how hard I hit them. I stopped dead in my tracks. Eric, Peter and Max were carrying a stretcher, a body was covered head to toe with a black cloth. A limp hand fell off the side of the stretcher and a lock of hair fell down, it was blonde. My heart pounded against my rib cage threatening to crack them at any given moment. I surged forwards, Max reacted almost instinctively, Eric smirked and Peter looked away. They killed my Tris. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. I punched Max in the jaw, he faltered. Eric and Peter made no attempt to escape with Tris' body. I gave them my warning look and eased the black cloth back far enough to see her blue eyes looking back at me, empty.