Hey guys! New chapter. YAY! Choosing Ceremony. Now it gets serious...

TRIS POV

"Tris? Tris! You need to wake up!" I hear someone, my little sister, telling me. I groan and open my eyes, finding myself looking into her concerned face. I groan again. Honestly, I feel like I didn't get any sleep at all. And that's not even far from the truth.

After Tobias took Liz to tell her what transpired, which I was very grateful for, since I don't have it in me, to voice any of that ever again, both of them came back to me and for the rest of the night we just chatted and enjoyed each other's company.

We forcefully avoided any topic even remotely close to Choosing Day or Marcus and I know that it was hard for my siblings to pretend that everything was fine, but I was so grateful, that they tried for me. I needed that one last carefree night, before I faced the things that are coming. I desperately wanted that happy memory to hold on, to remind me of why I'm doing this and why I need to go on.

I'm also thankful that Tobias prevented Liz from doing something stupid. The two of them need to stick together. I made Tobias promise, to still meet Liz every other Thursday. They insisted I come along as well, but I think we all knew that this isn't going to happen. With me being practically Marcus' slave, I'm sure I will be engaged in other activities at night. I told Tobias to watch out for Liz and to train her for Dauntless, so she has the best chances to survive initiation.

Somewhere in the conversation I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember saying goodbye to Tobias or ever leaving his room. And after rubbing my eyes I see, that, indeed, I'm still in his room.

I sigh and get out of the bed. My sister satisfied that I decided to get up, leaves the room and descends the stairs; probably in order to prepare breakfast. I on the other hand make my way to my room. I'm still incredibly sore from yesterdays… events, but I have to get over it. Missing Choosing Ceremony simply isn't an option.

I unwrap the bandages and inspect the damage. The cuts look like they are beginning to heal. Thank god they aren't infected.

I have to look over my shoulder to see my back, and even then I don't really see much. Well, a mirror would help in that department. I ask myself once more why exactly mirrors are such a no go in Abnegation. Sometimes you just need one. Like now.

I can't help it for now, and in the end it probably doesn't matter anyway. It's not like I could treat anything very well on my own. And it surely also wasn't the last whipping I received.

Sighing, I step under the shower and clean myself up properly. I shrub at my skin, trying to clean the touch of Marcus away. I'm really good at repressing unpleasant memories, but that feeling just won't go away. Now, I really feel filthy and the thought of what will happen after today makes me shudder.

'I don't have to worry about that for a few more hours' I tell myself firmly and decide to instead focus on Liz.

And speak of the devil, she appears in my doorframe.

"I came to look if you need help with bandaging up your torso again. I'd gladly help."

I thankfully accept her offer and so she comes in. While I sit down on the bed, she grabs everything she needs and gets to work.

"Tris, you don't have to do this. Don't stay. I can handle myself. I promise. I'm not sure if I can live with myself…"

"Oh Liz, just shut up, will you? Look, I've decided to do this; not just for you, but also for Tobias. I know I can survive this, but only if I know that you and he are happy and unharmed and alive. So promise me, that you will be happy, alright?"

She doesn't answer me and I can't see her face, since she is currently working from behind me. But I can feel the silent tears that drop onto my back. Great, now I've managed to make her cry.

"I know you're unhappy with this, but I won't change my mind. So let's not taint this morning with arguing, when we should enjoy it. But maybe it would be better if you don't accompany us to Choosing Ceremony, so you don't have to see it. You could just pretend that I transferred to Dauntless and am with Tobias."

"No way. I'm going to be there with you and for you up until the last moment. No arguing! And I'm ready, so let's go downstairs and grab some food. We have to get going soon. Father already left, he has to be there early for some last minute preparations. That means it's the bus for us again. But like this at least we have some moments just the two of us."

I nod and pull a dress out of the wardrobe.

Our bus ride to the hub is uneventful. We don't really talk; everything that needs to be said has been said. But I still enjoy having her around. Her presence never fails to lift my mood. But despite that my nervousness grows by the second. It's not because I don't know what to choose, but because I know my moments with Liz are counted and limited.

We quietly take the stairs. Once we arrived, I pull Liz into a hug, not caring that I'm not supposed to do that. I need this right now. I pull her into me and tell her that I love her very much. When we part, she has tears in her eyes and tells me that she loves me, too.

Then she goes to sit with the other families, while I find my place in the line and wait.

All the time during the speeches, Marcus' eyes never leave mine, and I can't bring myself to look away either. The choosing of the sixteen year olds before me seems to take ages. I want it to be my turn and get it over with by now. I don't feel comfortable with Marcus gaze on me all the time. So I'm relieved when my name is finally called.

I walk onto the stage and accept the knife from Marcus. Oh, the irony. I go over to where both the Dauntless, as well as the Abnegation bowls are situated.

I cut into my palm, and, my gaze firmly on Marcus, I let my blood drip.

FOUR POV

It's Choosing Day today and I'm waiting impatiently for the initiates to arrive. Originally, I signed on as a trainer, because I thought Tris would be here this year and I wanted to make sure that she makes it through initiation.

But she won't be among the bunch that will soon jump down from that roof, so naturally I'm in a bad mood. Also, I didn't get any sleep last night. After Tris fell asleep from exhaustion I told Liz to go to bed as well and get at least a little sleep.

I, however, didn't listen to my own advice. All the time on my way back I thought about how I could get Tris out of Abnegation, without anyone having to suffer. After I still haven't come up with anything valuable upon my arrival back at Dauntless, I went straight for the gym.

I had a lot of built up anger inside me that needed releasing. I took it out on the punching back. Tris was raped. Punch. By my father. Punch. He blackmailed her into basically being her slave. Punch. He blackmailed me into not helping her. Kick. And all over again. I punched and kicked for everything that man has ever done to all of us. When it was time for breakfast I wasn't even nearly done, but I know that I shouldn't raise suspicions that I leave every other week, so I gave it a rest and had breakfast with Zeke and Lauren.

Both of them know me well, even though I never told them about Marcus, they know that I have two sisters. And they know not to talk to me when I'm in a bad mood. So, thankfully, they left me alone and just chatted among themselves.

The movement of the net breaks me out of my reverie and I move to help the first jumper up, wishing it was Tris. She would be brave enough to jump first.

Haha, I'm so evil to somehow forget to mention what she chooses. Muhaha.

I actually have some questions I need your opinions on:

First, I'm planning on writing briefly about Tris' initiation and events surrounding it. Probably one chapter. And then having a time jump to Liz' Choosing Ceremony/initiation. Should I do that, or focus a little more on whats going on with Tris?

Second, as long as Tris, Liz, and Tobias are separated I thought I would focus on all of their lifes a bit, with the corresponding povs. Are you interested in that or should it be mainly Tris?

And Third, should there be Fourtris eventually or would that be too strange, considering they grew up as siblings, even though they aren't related by blood?

Yeah, that's it for now. And I just wanted you to know that I'm a strong believer in happy endings. Maybe not for a while, but tris won't be unhappy forever. I promise.