Hey lovelies! Just some things that came into my mind:

1. I changed the rating to M, since events turned out far more violent than I had originally planned. Oh well. Thanks again to Lynda Loyde for the advice!

2. English isn't my first language and I actually write this for training purposes. So when I make mistakes or use phrases that sound awkward, feel free to tell me.

3. I'm not sure about this whole disclaimer thing. This is after all and when I categorize my story as a Divergent fanfic, I sort of tell everyone, that this stuff doesn't belong to me, right? One wouldn't really expect to find completely original content on a page like this, or am I wrong? If anyone can give me any advice for that, it will be appreciated.

Ok, enough talking, let's go on. Oh, and I did a Liz pov, just trying it out.

Liz POV

Normally I really enjoy volunteering. I gives me great satisfaction to help the helpless and maybe to make their lives a little more livable. I always try to get to know the factionless and most of them have interesting stories to tell. I guess that by now I have some reputation among them and most of them know my name. They aren't all only pleasant people, but the majority is.

Today, however, I'm not really into it. My thoughts keep wandering to my sister, the Choosing Ceremony tomorrow and life beyond. I'm wracking my mind for a solution that would be acceptable for my sister and involved her transferring to dauntless. But no such luck so far.

Admittedly, that isn't the only place my mind wandered. I also think a lot about a certain dauntlessborn. I didn't yet tell my sister, but today in school I actually talked to him. He got into a fight with a peer and in the process he hurt his ankle. The Abnegation that I am I helped him get to the infirmary. On the way he thanked me and talked a bit. I even built up the courage to ask him if he knew my brother and really, he remembered the first 'stiff' that was a dauntless initiate. He admitted that he is quite intimidating and I giggled at the thought of my caring, sweet big brother as the boogieman of the dauntlessborn.

Still deep in thought I bid goodbye to my fellow volunteers and the factionless when the time is up and head home. I desperately need to talk to Tris and we have a lot of planning to do. I expected her to be in the kitchen, preparing dinner, so that's where I head as soon as I'm home. But I'm greeted by an extremely unusual sight – my father preparing dinner. At the sound of my footsteps he turns around and actually smiles. I wonder what put him in such a good mood. I expected him to be raging and threatening and probably drunk, due to Tris' Choosing Ceremony. I'm deeply confused, but I know better than to ask questions.

Still, his actions bewilder me more and more, as he ushers me inside and tells me to take a seat, dinner will be ready in a minute.

And indeed, shortly after he serves both of us and I can't help myself but ask about Tris.

"Oh Elisabeth, your manners! Don't you recall our faction rules, where children are only to talk at the dinner table when asked a question? But to answer, she is upstairs; she has after all an important decision to make." Is the only answer I receive. That doesn't clear anything for me, but I refrain from speaking again, because I don't want to risk being the target of his fury.

We eat in silence and I'm in a hurry to finish my meal, so I can look after Tris. But Marcus has different plans for me. He himself does the dishes, but tells me to keep him company. I'm getting nervous because I don't have any idea why he is acting the way he is, and the more time passes, the greater is my confusion and nervousness.

When everything is clean again we go to the living room and he finally speaks again.

"So, Elisabeth. Tomorrow around this time it's going to be the two of us alone here. I just thought we should talk about some things concerning that. First, since your filthy sister won't be around anymore, we should take turns preparing the meals. How about just every other day?"

'What the hell?' I think to myself. Where does this come from? I assumed that all the tasks my sister completes now would fall to me. Never in a thousand years would I have thought that he would offer to get active in the household again! I don't trust his words and I'm growing irritated at his behavior and the whole situation. But not knowing what else to do, and being afraid of some sort of trap I say "That sounds good, but you have a much fuller schedule, so I can do it, like Tris did all this time."

"How nice and selfless of you to offer that, but it's alright. You're still a kid and should have a little free time. And that's exactly why I'll let you go now. I'm sure you still have homework to do. But don't stay up too long, tomorrow is an important day."

I breathe out in relief, still wondering if this is some strange kind of dream. I'm not willing to take a chance and hurry upstairs and knock on my sister's door. When no one answers, I just walk in only to find it empty. Growing suspicious I walk further down the hall to our brother's room. I know that sometimes she goes in there to think.

And I'm right. I find her in there; but surely not lost in thought but barely even conscious and covered in blood. I gasp in shock and Tris turns to me when that sound registers with her. Her eyes go wide and her eyes are sad. She doesn't say anything but I see the salty trails on her cheeks and the physical state she is in. She looks bad and broken beyond repair. It feels me with dread, fear and despair. Never ever have I seen my sister being weak; she always tried to be strong for me. So what must have happened to leave her like that?

Tris tries to sit up, probably putting the strong mask back in place, but gasps out in pain. This sound breaks me out of my reverie and I gently push her back on the bed and promise her to be right back. I run to the bathroom and get nearly everything off the medical drawer, not exactly sure with what I'm dealing, since I was unable to bring myself to have a closer look. I was too captured by her tortured eyes.

Coming back into the room, Tris hasn't moved. I sit down on the bed next to her and she tries not to grimace at the movement of the mattress. Uh oh, if that already hurts her, this is going to be very bad.

Upon inspecting her body I see that she must have treated herself before. But the bandages are dripping red, so I decide to take them off and renew them, starting with the ones on her stomach.

I'm nauseated a bit more with every bandage I take off. Those aren't just normal cuts – no, this sick bastard has actually carved three words into her abdomen – I AM WORTHLESS. I run to the bathroom again and empty my stomach into the toilet. I feel so bad for Tris and for leaving her alone with him today, but I'm aware that she wouldn't want any pity, so I push it out of my mind for now and put on a carefully neutral expression.

I clean the wounds, disinfect them and wrap them again. I'm not sure about moving her just yet, so I move on to the blood on her tights. For a moment I'm not really sure where it comes from, but when she winces at my spreading her legs I connect the dots. And this time, I explode. I can't believe it!

"Oh good grace! That bastard! He didn't. This man is just so sick! Not enough that he abused you for over eight years, whipped you, cut you, even carved words into your skin. No he has to fucking rape you. Can his mind get any more twisted and perverted? Is that where is exceptional good mood comes from? Is he finally satisfied now? That's so sick!" I exclaim, anger pulsing through me. I would have gone on; I have a lot to get out of my system if it wasn't for Tris hand on my arm.

"Sh, it's ok. He's is satisfied for now, and it's the last day today, right?" She says and I'm glad that she's finally seen sense and is going to transfer tomorrow.

"So you have finally seen sense? Good, because there is no way that you're going to stay here after that!"

She looks at me with some concealed emotion in her eyes and simply says "Yes, I have seen sense." It sounds somewhat defeated, but I don't say anything. I just squeeze her hand and go back to cleaning her thighs. I note that she bites back a lot of grunts of pain and I try to be extra gentle and careful.

When I'm done, I ask her if she can sit up, so I can get to her back, but she just shakes her head. Before I can ask, she explains.

"Look at the clock, Lizzie. Fixing me up has already taken far too much time. You need to pretend to go to sleep. Tobias will be waiting for you at the tracks, as usual. Tell him, that I'm sorry and that I love him, alright?"

"But… I can't leave you like this!" I sputter out. "Not with him in the house and your wounds being so bad."

She sighs and takes my hand again in hers. "Look, he even told that woman that conducted my test that he will be there, waiting for us. You need to go. And Marcus got what he needed today. I'm fairly sure that he won't try anything tonight. So go, talk to Tobias, and be free for a while. Enjoy it for me, will you?" She says bidding but also longingly, which I don't exactly understand, since she will be free by tomorrow. But, once more, I let it slip. I kiss her on her forehead and leave the room, preparing for the night.

So that's it, I know it's not that exciting and more of a build-up for the next chapter(s). But tell me if you liked the change of the point of view!