Well...I guess I'm going through with the idea of turning this into a collection of POV oneshots from different sections in Divergent and Insurgent, and different people, because in Divergent and Insurgent we were only introduced to Tris's thoughts. I'd like to write more in Tobias's, Christina's, Lauren (who was a character not really developed so I'd love to develop her more) and some other thoughts from the Divergent gang. This is from the night of Edward's stabbing, Christina POV again.

/!\ This is a sensitive topic involving some blood, so I'm warning you now in case you are not comfortable with that. There is also some sensitive language involved, which is one of the reasons I will be updating my rating from K+ to a T /!\

If you are comfortable with this sort of sensitive material, continue at your own risk.

I hope you like this, if you want to suggest a scene for me to try to write I'd love to. I will not write any scenes that are not compatible with my Resistant story. If you want me to write a POV from my Resistant story, I'm more than happy to.

PS - my scenes will be out of order from the original books. Sorry about that :(

- Ain

Christina POV

I wake up with a start in my bed. I hear a awful scream. The lights flicker before turning on. A disgusting smell fills the room. And then I hear Myra scream, before someone else screams too. I don't know who.

I slip my feet into shoes and rub my eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on.

What I saw made my blood stop and freeze.

I see a knife, before my eyes trail down.

I turn away.

It was Edward. I had absolute no doubt that it was Peter. I scan the room. Sure enough, he's the only who is gone. And Drew. Of course his disgusting little comrade. I never liked them and they were awful back in Candor; I just didn't know they would become even worse in Dauntless.

I turn back to the wretched scene again, My eyes dropping down to Edward's face, as he screams. Myra who is standing at his feet, also screams. the initiate from two bunks down has thrown up from the scene.

The blood is pooling out of his eye, onto the ground, and the knife looks like it's a proud flag stuck to the ground; but it's not a flag, it's a damn knife, in his eye, and he's probably going to go blind in that eye. How will he be Dauntless while blind? Hysteria is threatening to erupt in me and I push it down.

I stay frozen in my bed, traumatized by the scene. The only thing echoing through the room is Edward's lone wailing. I felt awful, disgusted, and so many other emotions. This was not how Dauntless was supposed to be. This was just a room of cowards who were so scared of people beating them they would stab someone in the eye with a fucking butter knife to get the ranking they want. I was disgusted.

Everyone was frozen in their beds at the scene, and suddenly out of nowhere Tris emerges, and I watch her get down. She puts her hands on his shoulders.

"Lie still." Tris says quietly and calmly. How the fuck she was able to stay so composed, I had no idea. But I was not going to be able to handle it any longer if I stayed.

I turned and quietly left the dormitories. I might as well make myself useful and get a nurse while Tris was calming Edward down.

I turn down the hallway and crash head on into Lauren, the Dauntless-born instructor. She widens her eyes at me and my disoriented gaze. "What are you doing?" Lauren says, scowling. "You're not supposed to be out after curfew. You're lucky I found you-"

"One of the initiates got stabbed in the eye." I interrupt her. I figure since it's Lauren, who seems to be against the Max-Eric leadership, it's better if I notified her anyway. i was still wary of Four. She was the only one I trusted out of the members I knew.

"What happened?" Lauren hissed, jerking me violently and moving me. We move to a secluded corner and I wonder why, but I brush the thought off.

"One of the initiates stabbed the first ranked in the eye with a butter knife. He had a helper. One of the other transfers." I say, not in the mood to stall. I am surprised when Lauren's eyes immediately grow larger and they stare at me. Suddenly I am awake.

"Who was it? Were they both transfers?" Lauren hisses at me. Her eyes are alert and awake, and the sudden movements as she jerks me also surprise me.

"Yes." I slowly say, trying to figure out if I should tell Lauren my suspicions. "I think it was Peter and Drew. They're Candor transfers. I knew them from when I was younger."

Lauren mutters a string of unintelligible words under her breath, and I catch a couple of swear words. "I knew those two from Candor." Lauren says, glaring at the wall. "Good for nothing idiotic kids. Peter is my nephew, though he definitely doesn't know it. Hopefully stays that way." Lauren catches herself. She fixes her death stare on me and I shrink back. "Don't tell anyone that, okay? Otherwise we'll need to talk." I nod obediently. My mind is reeling from this revelation. Lauren and Peter don't even look too similar, but I don't see Lauren a lot anyway.

"We need to get a nurse. I needed to tell you because I'm pretty sure a nurse would yell at me for being out after curfew." I say after a moment of silence.

"You're right. I'll go get a nurse. You go check back on Edward okay? Also, pretend you never saw me tonight. I wasn't supposed to be out tonight." Lauren shifts uncomfortably but I'm too exhausted to care.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Please go grab a nurse. I'm going to run back." I say absentmindedly.

"Thanks...Christina right?"

"Yeah. Good night, Lauren."

Lauren smiles at me tiredly, her eyes fixing on something on the wall above us. "Good night, Christina. Try not to worry too much. And focus on initiation." she disappears into the darkness, and I stand there for a moment. Finally I turn and hurry back to the dormitories.

I stand by the doorway, silent, watching Tris scrub the blood from her hands. Edward's blood. Her eyes are glued to her hands and she hasn't said anything since I tagged along. I wasn't going to be able to sleep anyway; after the nurse came to take Edward away, we were all too traumatized and the silence was terrifying. I also was plotting ways to punish Peter and Drew, but there's was no way to do that, because Eric won't care. I glare at the wall.

Tris changes and tosses her bloody pants away. I finally speak up, wondering if she knew about Peter and Drew. "You know who did that, right?"

Tris doesn't look up. "Yeah."

"Should we tell someone?" I don't add that I already told Lauren.

"You really think the Dauntless are going to do something? After they hung you over the chasm? After they made us beat each other unconscious?" she finally looks up at me, her eyes angry. I can tell that it traumatized her as much as it did to me. I didn't even see the knife up close.

I don't bother responding to her. She gathers a bunch of paper towels in her hands, and I figure that she's going to go clean up the blood. I follow her; I can't handle being close to the blood, but I'd rather do something productive, so I throw away the dirty ones and get her clean ones. It's the only thing productive I can do.

My hands curl in fists as I toss away the next batch of paper towels. One day, I'm going to make them pay. I promise that and swear to God that I fucking will.