Hi there, it's been a while, I know! Sorry! I was away, visiting family. But anyway, thanks for all the response I got! I tried to improve, add a little more drama. And thanks for all the compliments of my English! I appreciate it a lot and I feel as if I was fishing for compliments. Oh well...

ok, without further ado, here is the new chapter. Enjoy and forgive me.

Tobias POV

'So this is it.' I think to myself as we stand before the plain gray door of the house that was supposed to be home.

My emotions are in quite a turmoil. There was pure anger and rage back at the tracks. It was barely contained, and I just managed it, because Liz was there and I didn't want to scare her.

But the nearer we got to 'home', the more fear crept in. And then I'm angry at myself that after all the time in Dauntless the thought of my father still manages to scare me. If it was just for me I might just have chickened out. But it wasn't about me. It was about my sister. And for gods sake, I could be a leader by now. I really should for once live up to the ideals of the Dauntless manifesto.

So with new acquired confidence I barge through the door, not even bothering to knock.

Once inside I realize that I don't really have a plan after this. What is more important? Making sure Tris is as fine as possible in her situation, or confronting Marcus right away?

I decide for the latter, but tell Liz to go to her sister and tell her of our plan. I don't want her to be alone but I have to make this right first.

So I go upstairs and straight into Marcus' bedroom. Without allowing myself to hesitate for even a second, I wake him up with a well placed fist to his face. His nose immediately starts bleeding, which gives me quite some satisfaction. Also the utter confusion that crosses his expression for a moment adds to that. But he collects himself fast and As usual, he comes straight to the point.

"What the hell are you doing here? You're not allowed to be here, especially today. You are aware, that I can get you in quite the trouble with this, right?"

"And hello to you, dad. What a warm welcome! I missed you, too!" I answer sarcastically. Yeah, I missed him so much.

"I'm here, because you are a vile asshole. And I really wanted to be there and look into your eyes when you realize that you are beaten and can't harm any of us anymore. No, scratch that. I wanted to be the one delivering the blow." And with that I grab the collar of his shirt and toss hi. Out of bed with it. When he is on the floor, some instinct kicks in and my feet connect with some especially hurtful places on his torso. It also tells me not to leave visible marks; he'll be on stage of the Choosing Ceremony.

The irony of my actions isn't lost to me. It's just exactly reversed positions. And what I feared for a while comes true. I'm just like him. Like father, like son. I'm just as violent and aggressive like he is. But that realization fuels my anger towards him even more.

I only stop when there is blood on the floor. That sight sobers me a little and instead of kicking again, I kneel down and look this man straight in the eye.

"You know, there is a great new invention of the Erudite. A friend of mine told me about it." Yeah, a friend. Not exactly. Oh well, it serves my intentions for now and I've never been cut out for candor.

"It's great, it finally enables one to show others pictures of one's mind. Pictures, thoughts, memories... I always wished I'd be able to do that." I say pleasantly, even though my mood is far more violent. And I decide it's enough of facades. As I said, no candor. Dauntless suits me much better.

"So, father" I spit. "I know what you've done to Tris and I perfectly recall my daily life before I transferred. And I'm sure, so do my sisters. So if you so much as touch any of them again, I will go to Erudite and show them exactly what a man the oh-so-selfish leader of Abnegation is. I know the articles they already published. I'm very sure they'd be so excited for more details. And I'd be happy to give them.

"So when Tris transfers tomorrow, you will let her leave in peace and you will be a good father to your youngest. You will show her love and peace. You will make her happy and let her free. If you don't, think of what will happen. No one would want you as a leader anymore. You'd be factionless and at the mercy of a faction that kicked you out. If I were you, I'd think twice before doing anything."

To my astonishment, he doesn't even look fazed. He was panting, and in pain, sure, but he laughs straight at me.

"Oh Tobias, you are still as naive as years ago. Go on, go ahead. Show the. Your pitiful memories. But then I might just visit my dear friend Jeanine Matthews and let it slip accidentally that you and that little bitch are divergent. Oops. Then both of your lifes are just as ruined as mine, except that I'll still be alive. Did you really forget that two can play this game? But I thank you for coming here. It gave me the pleasure of seeing this awful reality settle in twice today."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I'd take that risk, if it was just me. Keeping my sisters safe is something worth dying for, but I can't risk Tris getting killed. I desperately want to believe that he wouldn't do that, but I know that man. He would do that without a second thought. Somewhere in my mind I'm aware that I'm giving Marcus exactly what he wanted, but I can't bring myself to care. I need to think of something. Anything.

"But you don't need to worry about always was my favorite and I never wanted to harm her. I just did what was necessary.

And Tris and I have a deal. She keeps her end of the bargain and I promised that Liz and your secret will be save. You should be glad that she's much smarter than you, because if it wasn't for that deal, I would go next door, grab little Lizzy, take her sweet little virginity and make you watch as a payback for your actions. So if I were you, I'd go to her and thank her on my knees. Seeing as that also might be the last time you see her, with faction before blood and all." He sneers. And I'm even more desperate. What the hell did Tris do? I have a feeling that I know exactly what this 'deal' is about, and it fills me with absolute dread.

This evening definitively did not turn out the way I intended it to. And I'm full of admiration and fear for Tris, as well as hatred for myself. She accomplished what I failed at. She managed to protect not only Liz, but also me, while I ran away and threatened Marcus and simply made everything worse. And not only that. I also came to realize that I'm just like the guy that is responsible for this messed up life.

I know that my sisters are probably better off without me, but I'm too selfish to just leave. And I really need to see Tris. I have no idea what to say to her. Still, I have to at least thank her.

So I go back to my old room, since I remember Liz telling me that that happened there. And what I find there breaks my heart.

At the sound of my approach both look up at me. Liz with a hopeful expression, willing me to tell them that everything is fine. And Tris...

Never have I seen anyone looking that broken and yet that determined. She lies on my bed, avoiding every movement, but she has Liz in her arms. I know that Liz told her our plan and I can also see, that Tris already knows what hold Marcus has above the two of us. I can tell that she is scared of what will happen after tomorrow, but she already accepted it.

We look each other in the eye and that shared look is loaded with meaning and communication. It tells me that she knows what I'm going to tell her. It tells me that we agree on doing everything for Liz. And it tells me that I'm facing the strongest person I've ever met.

All if a sudden, I'm filled with awe of my sister. The way that she sacrificed everything for her loved ones is extraordinary. I know that for now there is no way of getting her out of this situation, but I swear in this moment on everything that I care about, that for one I will make her sacrifice worth it. And I will do everything humanly possible to rescue her. And if it is the last thing I do, I will make it possible for her to live the life she deserves.

I'm overcome with a fierce sense of protectiveness and admiration for this little girl with so much inner strength that she would put even the greatest Dauntless hero to shame.

After a moment, that felt like hours, Tris looks away and I'm broken out of my reverie.

Liz doesn't yet know of any of this, and I don't want Tris to have to tell her, so I take the youngest of us by the hand and promise Tris to be right back. In the corridor, I tells Liz everything she needs to know. She, as well, is quite upset at the information, even though I didn't tell her about our divergence. I'll tell her in three year's time, but right now she doesn't need to preoccupy herself with that quite yet.

She is devastated at the sacrifice of her sister.

"God, and I thought that she opted to transfer and I didn't see it. I just made it worse. And if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have to do this. Oh Toby, I'm so, so sorry. I should go to Marcus and tell him to use me instead of her and let her go. I know she always protected me, but this is insane. She can't do that! Our father is so mean! How could anyone make someone they're ought to protect do that?!" She is frantic and I'm glad that Tris isn't here. This would be a lot harder for her, I imagine.

"Listen, Liz." I tell her sternly. "Yes, Tris did this for you and I, to protect us. Don't let it blow into her face. Going to Marcus now won't accomplish a thing. You know as well as I that he has it for Tris. And frankly, she looks like her mom. That's also a reason why he wants her, why he did to her what he did. I'm not any happier that you are about this and I swear that I, we will get her out of there.

But in the meantime, promise me and her to make her sacrifice worth it, alright? I'll train you for dauntless and I'll take that leadership offer, so I'm higher ranked. We'll think of something. But show her that her effort wasn't in vain, alright? Try to be happy. Nothing will make her happier for now." I need her to see this. As honorable, as her feelings are, going yet again to Marcus would be foolish. To my relieve, Liz seems to see what I'm talking about and nods with tears in her eyes.

I close the distance between us and hug her tightly once again. We stay like this for a while; each holding on to the other in the search of comfort and solace.

Ok, that's it. What do you think? Have a nice rest of the day.