The next morning I change into my training clothes and head down to the Pit. I get there early so I can practice, so I can get out any lingering frustrations. The knives are all set out on the table and I go over to them before grabbing them and throwing them at the target. I pretend that it's David. I wish I could kill him. I still know where the Bureau is. But if I tried to leave, would he try to cause more damage in my life? I don't know what else he could take from me. I've already lost everything that matters to me. And even if Caleb is there…in Erudite, there's no way that he would know about me…or the past. It seems to be just me. And even if there were any other divergents, I'd have no way of seeking them out without implicating myself.

I wondered if it even mattered here now. Now that things were back to normal…at least for the most part. I hadn't ventured outside of the Dauntless compound yet, but I was pretty sure that not even David could bring people back to life. What did they think back at the Bureau? Did they think that this was some funny joke or something? I wish I could go back and finish the job…I wish I could ruin him in the way that he ruined me. But then again, he was ruined the moment my mother told him that she wasn't coming back. And maybe he was taking it out on me. Maybe because I reminded him so much of my mother…and that she got happiness where he did not find it, he was taking mine away from me. If he wanted to make me suffer, he's done a pretty good job so ar.

I throw the knife in my hand at the center of the target and it sinks in deep, and I take a breath. I throw another one and it lands nearly on top of the other knife, digging into the gel. I hear clapping behind me and I turn quickly, out of reflex almost throwing the knife at them. I stop myself in time, however, and the knife doesn't hit Peter. I stiffen when he approaches me, because I don't know what relationship David put us into…and I really don't want to find out. He kisses my cheek before walking back to the table and grabbing five of his own blades. He comes to stand next to me and flips a blade in his hand before flinging it at a target. It hits dead center. I forget that I was not the only one who could hit my targets.

He turns to look at me with a grin and I can't help but smile back at him. This is strange, being alone with him and not being scared. The last time we were in the Pit together he had beaten me to a concussion. I wondered if he remembered that reality of if everything that I remembered had been altered. Everything that I know about these people…are they still the same or have they been changed to fit the situation so that I feel as out of place as possible.

"You wanna go stand in front of the target?" Peter asks me with a grin.

I shake my head. "No way."

"Why not?" he asks. "You did it when Four was throwing the knives."

I swallow. So that part was still true. I wonder if he had done it for the same reasons though. "That was a different time," I say, turning from him and throwing another knife.

I can feel him watching me. "Are you okay, Tris?" he asks. "You don't seem like yourself."

I can't help but smile at that. Luckily he can't see me. "Well that's because I don't."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't feel like myself. I feel different…out of place. I don't want certain things in my life anymore."

I lift my arm to throw another knife, but he crosses to me and grabs my arm, pulling me around to him. Did the Tris that David make me like it when she was pushed around like this? Because I certainly didn't. I stare up at him.

"What things?" Peter asks, his hand wrapped around my wrist, and he wasn't letting go.

I tug on my arm to try and pull from him, but his grip is tight. "Certain things," I tell him.

He narrows his eyes at me. "Tell me what you don't want, Tris." His voice is hard and the smile has vanished from his lips. I swallow.

"Let go of me, Peter," I say, trying to keep the pain out of my voice.

"Tell me," he demands. He pulls my arm forward and the knives drop from my hands. He lifts his free hand and presses a knife to my throat. "Is it me? You don't want me in your life anymore?"

I am shaking now. I don't remember being this scared before. "Peter, please." My voice cracks and the sound brings a smile to his face. He's turned on by this. I hear footsteps heading into the Pit.

"Hey!"

Peter turns his head and I use the distraction to lift my other arm and hit Peter across the face and knee him in the groin. He falls to the floor and I grab the knife from him, holding it to his neck.

"Don't you ever come near me again!" I yell at him. "If you come near me, I will kill you."

Arms come around me and pull me away from him and I watch as Peter gets to his feet nursing a broken nose. The arms let me go and Tobias walks toward Peter.

"Do you think that makes you strong? Do you think that attacking a woman makes you brave?" Tobias' voice is hard and shaking with rage. I haven't seen him like this often. If I was Peter, I would be terrified. Peter shakes his head and I'm a little turned on watching Tobias in action. "Get the hell out of here. Take the train to the fence. You're on guard duty until I tell you otherwise."

Peter hesitates and looks back at me, like I'm going to protect him or something. I'm pretty sure the look on my face is one of disgust, because I've never been more disgusted with anyone in my life.

"Did you not hear me?!" Tobias' voice booms against the concrete and Peter flinches.

He runs from the room and I turn away from him running my hand over my neck and pull it away to find blood. "Great," I murmur. I go the table where the knives are and grab a towel and dab it against my neck. I run my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. I hear Tobias behind me, picking up the knives that I had dropped to the floor. I have to take a deep breath to keep myself from crying. I have to keep myself together. The initiates will be here any moment and I can't come off as weak to them. Weakness will make it seem like they can walk all over me. I jump when I hear the blades clatter on the table.

"Sorry," he says before straightening them out. He looks at me and sees the towel. He reaches out to assess the damage, but I pull away from him. I 'm not sure if I can handle him touching me right now. He looks like I've offended him or something. "Let me see."

I look away from him before I put the towel down. "It's probably not even that bad," I say.

"May I?" he asks. I nod and he places one hand on my neck and one on my chin, titling my head back and the touch sends fire through my entire body. I jerk away at the sensation and he drops his hands. "Tris." His voice is quiet and I feel him staring at me. I look up at him and the look on his face surprises me. It's not the look of confusion that he had stared at me with yesterday, but he'd looking at me like he used to look at me.

I feel a lump in my throat and I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. His hands are on my face again and he takes a step toward me. My breath hitches in my throat. "Tobias?" I whisper.

He smiles at me and leans in to kiss me. My eyes close and I wait the arrival of his lips on mine, but before they can, I hear the chatter and footsteps of the initiates coming our way. I pulled away from him and put the towel back up to my neck. I look down at the table and arrange the knives in order before turning to face the group. I move far enough away from Tobias so that I can have a second to collect myself again. "How many of you have held a blade?" I ask them. I see a few hands. "How many of you have used that blade as a weapon?" The hands fall. I nod, setting the towel down before picking up a blade and twirling it between my hands. "When you use a blade, you have to be precise and you have to have the driving force behind the throw or else it's not going to do you much good. Like so."

I turn and from my spot on the floor, I throw the blade at the target and it hits dead center. I turn back to look at the group and I see Tobias standing behind them, grinning at me. It makes my heart skip a beat in my chest because I hadn't thought he'd ever look at me like this again. But I don't know what it means or if it means anything. I smile back at him before heading to the target to grab my blade. "Line up!"