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1. I AM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG! I WAS ON VACATION AND BARELY HAD AN HOUR OF SLEEP EVERY NIGHT!

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P.S. This chapter is in Four's POV because I had a request and just because you guys are awesome! :D

And just to clarify, I understand that some people are confused if Tris was raped by Peter or not; she is. The thing is, I accidentally deleted all docx chapters of this story so I can't revise it, so I'm slowly retyping the whole story on Microsoft Word, and then I'll revise it, then copy and paste and...yeah.

Hope that clarified.

Wait, I just realized that I can export the chapters xD (no judge, I am a newbie at this) so yeah probably will be revised once I win my town's triathlon...who am I kidding I might lose xD

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IMPORTANT: I am revising this story, each chapter. If it says *Revised (Date)* that means it has been revised.

Chapter XVIII. Four's Side of Horrible Things

FOUR (During Stage I ranking announcement)

I walk into the transfer initiate dormitory holding the chalkboard with the stage one rankings.

Peter and his followers are in here, same with the Erudite lovey-dovey couple, Myra and Edward. Tris, Will, and Christina's presence is absent.

I frown slightly at that.

"Attention!" I say, sitting on Tris's bed.

Damn, I can't get this girl out of my head.

Once I have the attention of the initiates, I begin to go over the way they are ranked and so forth. As if on cue, Tris comes sprinting into the room with Will and Christina at her heels breathing heavily, while Tris hardly breaks a sweat.

"For those of you just coming in, I'm explaining how the ranks are determined," I say glaring at the trio.

I may have mixed feelings about one of them-did I just think that-but they need to learn to be on time; that's how to survive in Dauntless.

"After the first round of fights, we ranked you according to skill level. The number of points you earned depends on your skill level and the skill level of the person you beat." I pause, letting it sink in.

"You earn more points for improving and more points for beating someone with a higher skill rank, I don't reward praying on the weak; that's cowardice." My eyes shift slightly in the direction of Molly. Tris holds back a snicker.

"Stage two is weighed more heavily than stage one, because it's more closely tied to overcoming cowardice. That said, it's extremely hard to rank high in initiation if you ranked low in stage one. We will announce cuts tomorrow. The fact that you are a transfer or a Dauntless born will not be taken into consideration. Any combination of initiates could be possible for the four cuts tomorrow. That said, here are the first ranks." I flip over the board, and watch as the eyes of the initiates search for their name hungrily.

Eric double-checked on the rankings earlier; made sure that I wouldn't 'mess up'.

Tris

Edward

Peter

Will

Christina

Molly

Drew

Al

Myra

The expressions of the initiates are mixed; Tris smiles widely and shares a look with Will and Christina, who smile back. Peter and his crew look furious.

I decide that this is the time to leave; I'm tired and need some downtime. I walk out the door and into the direction of my apartment; her still on my mind.

-o0o-

"Wow, you okay bro?" says Zeke.

I shrug. Now it's past midnight, and I still can't get those striking grey-blue eyes off my mind.

"You don't seem okay."

I shake my head. "I don't know Zeke..."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Is it because of a certain someone?"

I gulp. "No..."

He laughs. "I knew it! FOURY HAS A CRUSH!" He yells in a sing-song voice. "Now, tell Zekey who it is,"

I shake my head. "No way Zeke, you'll just tell Uriah and he'll tell her because they hang out a lot." Once those rushed words leave my mouth, I immediately regret them. Judging by Zeke's jaw dropping, he caught the part where I said that she is a close friend of Uriah's.

Stupid panicked words.

"OOOOOOOOOO YOU LIKE A FRIEND OF MY BROTHER'S?!" He basically screams.

I flush slightly. "I d-didn't say t-that,"

He looks at me with a 'Really, just really?' expression on his face and holds up a camera and hits play. I see myself saying those regretted words.

He puts the camera away and raises an eyebrow at me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Why on Earth were you recording me and this whole conversation?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. SAY HI TO THE CAMERA!" He shoves it in my face. "So who could this chick be...must be something special for the intricate, lone wolf, Four to notice! I mean, out of the eighteen years he's lived, not ONCE has he dated, OR even had a crush!"

I groan. "Not telling," I swear, we are acting like teenage girls.

He whines. "FOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PLEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE TEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I cover my ears. "Would you SHUT UP?!"

The door to his apartment is suddenly unlocked and someone barges in.

I scowl.

"Would you guys shut up? I've been getting nonstop complaints from members."

"Sorry Eric," I spit out his name like poison.

He just scowls back. Then there is a sudden series of blood-curdling screams and shrieks that makes my body tense up and the blood freeze in my veins.

Eric, Zeke, and I all share a shocked look.

Then we start running.

"Where is it coming from?!" asks Zeke.

I just shake my head. We stop for a moment, looking around rapidly.

I see commotion coming from the Dauntless born initiate dormitory and all of the Dauntless born dash out of the room with Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn leading the pack, and in the direction of...

The Transfer initiate dormitory.

My heart drops.

She has to be okay, she has to!

I start sprinting and Eric and Zeke follow.

There are more screams, cries, and gasps that makes me shiver.

We round the corner, almost running into a few shocked Dauntless members, and when we step into the room, what I see makes my heart drop and my legs feel like jelly.

Tris.

And Edward.

She has a knife lodged in her heart.

He is grasping for one in his eye.

Butter knives.

I notice two figures missing, Peter and Drew.

My fists clench up; they will pay.

Everyone turns to the door to see us; the expressions on their faces are ones you'd see on someone who just saw a ghost.

"TRIS!" Zeke-who has his camera still on record in his pocket-shouts with tears in his eyes and runs to join the little huddle around Tris; Uriah kneels by her, crying with Al, Christina, Will, and Marlene, while Lynn is fuming.

The blood seeps through Tris's shoulder and onto the floor, mixing with Edward's blood and dirtying everyone who are kneeling on the floor's clothing.

The other Dauntless-borns look alarmed and some are even crying.

Surprisingly, the boys are crying just a tad more than the girls.

Eric sprints forward and helps a few Dauntless-borns help carry Edward to the infirmary, with a sobbing Myra following.

Tris's eyes are losing focus by the millisecond. Her friends all sob harder, and say, "TRIS! PLEASE! DON'T GO!"

I hold back tears.

Zeke, Uriah, and I grab her gently, and she screams out in pain when the knife digs into her shoulder deeper.

My heartbeat feels like it's intensifying stronger, faster, but in reality, it's doing nothing but slowing down.

I always thought I knew what fear was; growing up with my abuser next to me my whole life.

But this is a new kind of fear.

The girl who keeps me up at night just thinking about, the girl who makes me jealous that I can't have, the girl with the striking grey-blue eyes, the beautiful golden blond hair, and that fearless attitude.

But now that girl is in my hands, bloody and struggling to live. My shirt is soaked by her blood, but I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

I just want her to be okay.

I need her to be okay.

Everyone-minus the other Dauntless born-follow us, teary-eyed.

The sight of two bloody initiates with knives lodged in them being carried by Dauntless-borns, transfer initiates, a Dauntless leader, and two Dauntless members is attracting lots of attention, as people gasp in horror and clear the path once they lay eyes on Edward and Tris.

There has been plenty of incidents in Dauntless; this is Dauntless, of course.

But never at this level of violence and blood, never at just stage one of initiation, something that was fueled by an immense hatred.

But surely, everyone will react terribly to Edward and mainly the 'Dauntless Sweetheart' that has captured the hearts of many boys in Dauntless.

Including mine.

All her blood drips onto the Pit floor; I see most of the boys that have been hitting on her shocked, crying and gasping, and the female members shrieking in horror.

Tris's eyelids flicker slowly. I can feel her breaths slow down and her heart rate decreasing.

"NO! NO! TRIS! COME ON, YOU CAN'T GIVE UP ON US!" screams Uriah.

Even if I know that this isn't the time, I can't help but feel jealous of Uriah; who is probably her boyfriend after that exchange Nash, Zeke, Josh and I saw.

She opens her bloody mouth. "Just to let you guys know...I love you..."

Then her eyelids close. There is a chorus of screams. I didn't even know that I allowed one to escape my own mouth. She reopens her eyes slightly as Zeke and I kick the doors open to the infirmary and there are more gasps and screams from the nurses and doctors; who have never seen an act of violence in initiate training history.

"Doctor, we need 20 ml of morphine, STAT!" A nurse yells.

Nurses and doctors take Edward and Tris and wheel them away to the emergency room on gurneys.

Will stops one of the nurses before she can run to help Tris and Edward. "Whoa, hang on, are they going to be okay?"

She just shakes her head.

"Only God knows."

I hesitate on staying, but end up leaving; it might be too suspicious if I stay up all night for two of my initiates.

Even if she keeps me up all night just thinking about her.

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