*Kate P.O.V.*

Whoa. Didn't see that one coming.

I'm officially and unrevocably in shock. I just ''saved'' Lola's brother. The girl that hates my guts is now thanking me for saving her freaking brother.

Well, at least she won't mess with me again.

We all decide to eat.

God, we eat a lot. It's kinda weird, because in Abnegation we don't usually eat as much as we want. They don't starve us or anything, we just don't get seconds without asking if our elders want more first.

Politeness sucks. At least I can eat as much as I want here. When we're done, I go back to the dorm and lay down.

I'm back at the chasm. Why am I back to the chasm? Haven't I seen it enough today? And when did I get up and go back there? I walk around and see that nothing has changed. The kids are still running around and playing tag even though one of them almost died a couple of hours ago. The same kids are playing around, running wildly through the thick crowd. I see a little blond head and think, ''Oh shit, not him again.'' Lola's brother is closely hugging the edge of the chasm as he speeds up to touch his friend and suddenly, he loses his footing.

Again.

I'm petrified. I literally cannot move one of my limbs to help the poor kid. I watch him stumble and suddenly, I have control over my body again. I run towards him and this time, the crowd seems thicker than before. The kids keep running around and laughing while one of their friends is about to die. The adults don't do anything to clear the way, nor do they try to help the kid. It's always up to me, only up to me to help him. I reach the kid and grab his arm. This time, I don't run too quickly and keep my feet solidly on the ground while I haul him out again. He clings to me and asks, ''Are you Divergent?'' What? What does this have to do with anything? He sees a flicker of doubt pass through my eyes and he turns around and pushes me into the chasm.

The last thing I see are the jagged rocks at the bottom, waiting to pierce my skin.

I scream. There's nothing else to do but scream. The last words I'll ever say on this Earth. They aren't even words, they're just a jumble of sounds.

I wake up, my body drenched with sweat. Everybody around me is turning towards me while I back up against the wall screaming. Wall. Why is there a wall? Reality kicks in and I stop screaming. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream I tell myself. Charlotte asks what's wrong and I'm about to tell her until I realize how stupid it sounds. I'm scared of a dream? Some figment of my imagination? Since when did I become so scared of anything? What will I be scared of next? My shadow? My pillow.

I shake it off, smile and say, ''Nothing, don't worry about it." I must be pretty convincing because she lets it go. I join them in their card game but a nagging sensation stays with me.
"Hey Char?'' I ask.

"Yeah?"

"What do dreams mean?"
"No one knows except for you, the dreamer. They can mean eveything and nothing at once; they can be black and white, or they can be gray. Funny thing, I actually did a project on dreams once, and..." she launches into an explanation with so many medical words it's like she's speaking a different language. I listen, and she actually is. Some words are English, but others sound like a fluffy version of French with loads of "s"s. Some words stand out though. "Dreams are a natural way to communicate very deep thoughts or bits of information from one part of your brain to another.''

Huh. Wonder why my brain thinks a little kid I saved is trying to kill me.

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After popping a few pain meds in, I crawl into my bed. I don't want to go to sleep. Who knows who'll visit me next? Maybe Julie, my sister? I don't want to see her. I need to get to bed, it's getting late. Tomorrow, we fight again.

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A loud noise wakes me up. I can't have slept through the whole night, could I? I sit up, groggy, as I look out the windows.

It's still dark.
I can't have imagined the noise. Charlotte stirs in her sleep while James gets up too, groaning. He heard it too! I'm not crazy. I look to the door and find it half open, with Will grinning, an air horn in hand. Why the hell are we getting up at (I look at my watch) 12:30 A.M.? Will didn't say anything about a night training session.

''LET'S GO INITIATES! IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER FIELD TRIIIPPP!'' he yells happily.

''Meet me by the tracks in ten minutes and be sure to wear good shoes, okay?'' We all nod and I consider going back to bed, but then I wouldn't want to miss a field trip now, would I?
We all get to the tracks on time (unlike this morning) and see boxes with little neon balls in them and next to it... guns.

''Get yourself a gun and a box people,'' Melanie shouts. We all scramble towards the piles and I see there are different types of guns. Small ones and big machine guns. A sniper gun stands away from the pile, alone. James takes that one. I grab two small ones and check if they're good guns or crap. They're pretty light and easily fit into the belt I'm wearing. Everybody else takes two small ones and we each grab a box.

What the hell could a pack of Dauntless trainies do with guns and weird ammo in the middle of the night? I ask myself.

The possibilities are endless.

In the distance, a train honks.

Why can't the Dauntless walk or own trucks like the Amity? Why do we have to get on moving trains?

A low buzz of excitement thrums in my stomach. Blaze locates me and takes my hand. He has a wide smile and as the train nears, we jump in.