*Disclaimer I don't own Divergent Veronica does (hires an assassin to kill Veronica and get me the rights to Divergent)*

Tris:

Light filters through the trees onto the floor, making everything shine slightly. I notice the faceless man behind me. He is still following me. I'm running as fast as I can but he's catching up. I reach the end of the forest and in front of me is... Abnegation? I hear screaming. Every side of me screaming. Blood pounds in my ears and I cover hastily cover them, which has little success at blocking out the noise.. I whip around and then... Silence.

I see them then. Their bodies are covered in bullets and crows have pulled their eyes out. Bloody, black gaping sockets are all that is left. They are tattered and ripped apart. Black blood oozes from their stomachs and they slightly sway in the breeze.

My father. My mother. Dead. Bleeding. Eyes unseeing. Because of me.

I scream and scream and scream.

06:30

My alarm goes off and I jump up hitting my head.

"NO!" I cry. I start to shake and I can't stop. Tobias jerks awake next to me. I cry, tears running down my face and I rock back and forth in Tobias's arms. I feel their blood on me, under my nails, and my skin, poisoning me.

"Tris, you were screaming. What happened? Was is Al again?" I shake my head and slowly stand up, but my knees collapse and I fall down onto the floor. "Tris!" Tobias yells, jumping off of the bed and onto the floor. "Tris I'm taking you to the doctor, we need to sort this out-"

"NO!" I shriek. "No. It's okay, it was just a dream. I'll be fine- I'm just a little shaken up." Tobias starts to stay something but I cut him off with a glare. "I'm fine Tobias." He takes his arms off of me and shrugs, but I can't tell he's not convinced.

I walk into the bathroom and press my hands against the mirror. I try to breathe, but my throat feels tight. A sob escapes my mouth and I slap my hand over it. I am not a coward. I turn the shower on and run my hands over my skin, scrubbing the blood off, even though I know there's nothing there. It makes me feel slightly better.

The water is hot and it burns me but I don't mind. I grab the shampoo and run it into my hair. Bubbles run down my back and into the drain. I rub my eyes and instantly regret it- they start to burn. Shit. I try to rinse them out under the shower with little success.

I turn around to grab a town and my face hits the glass. My hands run over its hard panes as I try to find the handle. I can't open the door. No. I'm trapped. I feel the water around my feet, rising. I'm going to drown. I start to scream, banging my hands on the glass. I'm going to drown. I'm going to die. My throat fills with water and I stop breathing. Blood pours out of my nose, my mouth, under my nails- anywhere it can find. I gasp and lose consciousness.

I open my eyes again when Tobias runs in. I'm cowering naked in the corner, crying. There is no blood on me- it was my imagination. Out of dignity for me I think he passes he a bath towel. I wrap it around my shoulders and shudder. He holds me tight against his chest and I cry.

"I thought I was going to die." I say, my voice cracking. "I thought I was going to drown and they were coming to get me and they were going to die for me." Tobias is no stranger to the horrors in my life, so he holds me and doesn't let me go.

Tobias:

An hour later me and Tris walk down to the training room. Tris seems to have totally recovered as she walks with a bounce in her step. I want to talk to her but something still seems wrong. She seems to be revelling in anger and what I first thought was a relaxed composure is actually one buzzing with fury. I know why she's angry: she can't hide her fear from me, and she thinks that makes her a coward. But she's not. Tris is the bravest person I've ever met, braver then me.

We make it down to the initiates training room and wait for Christina and Uriah to arrive. They train the Dauntless born whilst me and Tris train the transfers. I hear muffled talking behind me and turn to see Uriah jog towards us, with Christina in tow holding an array of random objecrs. I put my finger to my lips and they nod.

Uriah whispers to us, "You want the fog horn or pans?" I consider for a moment before mumbling back to have to pans. I think this makes Uriah happy as his face lights up.

We each take an object: Uriah has a fog horn, Christina has a metal bat, Tris some lights, and me a pan and metal spoon. We all slowly creep into the room and position ourselves. My chest falls slowly as I concentrate. Uriah lifts his hand up and holds up three fingers. He counts down and all at once we move.

Christina smashes the bat onto the bed post of a small Candor, whilst Tris turns her two lights on in two more Dauntless borns faces. I bang the saucepan as loud and viciously as I can, but that is nothing compared to Uriah, who seems to have found the loudest fog horn in existence. Whilst me and Christina caused a racket, and Tris succeeded in freaking some people out, the effect of the horn is incredible. It sounded like a gun shot in my ears and everyone in the room either screamed or dove for cover.

Trying not to laugh I yell, "ALL RIGHT I NEED EVERYONE IN THE PIT IN 5 MINUTES. IF YOU'RE LATE YOU'RE OUT." It's an empty threat that I won't reinforce but everyone jumps up instantly.

We slowly walk out of the room but as soon as we are out if range the other three burst out laughing. My eyes go to Tris who seems in her element. I never hear her laugh much anymore. It's a beautiful sound.

"Did you see-" she breaks off as she is laughing too much. They all sigh and I shake my head. I could see the funny side but I try not to show my amusement. Tris holds my hand and pulls herself up from the floor.

"Come on Tobias- it was quite funny." I fake grin at her but can't help actually smiling.

"Oi! Lovebirds," Christina barks. "Stop snuggling up and be ready- they should be here right about now." She had guessed right. As soon as the words were out of her mouth four Dauntless borns and the Erudite girl Lucy walk in. "Right on time," Tris mutters.

I stand away from her and fold my arms. According to Tris I look quite formidable to everyone else. I just don't see it very much. By two minutes an array of Dauntless borns and transfers arrive. I mentally count them and realise that two transfers are still missing. One of whom is Susan. I wait for ten more seconds and a small Abnegation boy sprints in.

I decide to ignore the fact she isn't here. Actually thinking about it, she wasn't in the room with the other initiates. Strange. I wait for another few seconds and sigh. "Dauntless borns, you will be training with Uriah and Christina." A few cheers go up and I give them a death glare. At least the Dauntless know not to mess with me.

Then Tris says, "The transfers are going to be training with me and Four." Tris acts dangerous, even though she physically doesn't look it with her small frame, so any interruptions quickly die down.

"Good." She says. "Now if you follow me, we'll begin your training." She stalks off in step with me and we glance at each other and smile. This is going to be fun.

Peter:

I lie on my bed next to Susan, my clothes sprawled on the floor. I untangle myself from her and slowly sit up. I feeling buzzing. For one daft moment I thought of Tris and Four, and how obnoxiously in love they were. I really hope I never am like that.

"Peter?" I hear Susan say next to me. I turn over. The sunlight shines brightly on her hair like a golden halo. I smile at her and kiss her gently.

"Hey Susan," I say. My voice sounds odd. I suppose that's what people sound like when they're in love. Urggg. She glances around the room, then at the wall, then snaps upright. Her eyes are frantic. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"What time is it," she says very slowly. I look at the clock. It says 6:42. I don't see what the matter with her is. It's not like she has any-

"Oh shit!" I yell. Training started 10 minutes ago, and Susan and I needed to be there. My alarm hadn't gone off. I jump off the bed and start pulling clothes on frantically. I see Susan doing the same. I feel the seconds ticking by. Minutes.

I grab my boots and struggle to tie them up. Susan puts her arms round me and slowly bends down to do them. I smile gratefully at her. "Susan we have to figure something out. Like why we were late." I try to think but my mind has gone blank. She loops and double knots my laces again in a strange way and it makes me feel funny. I guess you could say I have some kind of OCD.

"We could just say it was a meeting," she says softly. "Like I had to talk to you about how I was getting on, since I'm a trial." I stare up at her and nod. It would work, since I'm a leader and all that. I grab her hand and pull her out of the door and together we run down the stone path towards the pit.