Thank you so much for the flattering comments for the previous chapter :) I didn't expect y'all to be this pumped about a story like this. I will try to do my best on every chapter, making it less canon as I go. Because canon will not last for long. I already warned you about that ;)

Tris jumps up from her seat, taking her place next to Four. Together they stand in front of the window, his eyes fixed on something and hers just darting around. And then she sees them.

Trucks. Dauntless trucks. They smash the Amity fence as they emerge from the forest. The planks of wood get crushed under their massive wheels. The roars of their engines are too loud for this environment. They stand out like a sore thumb. A load of ravens fly from the trees, obviously disturbed by the unusual sounds.

Peter and Caleb stand behind Four, wanting to get a glimpse of the vehicles. They get about a second before Johanna gets everyone's attention.

"Stay here," she orders, "And keep quiet."

Tris watches her and the Amity man run down the spiral staircase. Their heads is the last thing she sees before Caleb blocks her view.

She widens her eyes, watching him do the same. She should have left him behind, where it was safer. With the rest of Abnegation.

She looks over her shoulder, watching the trucks park like they are in a game of Tetris. Dauntless soldiers pile out, guns strapped to their backs and some sort of devices in their hands. Her heart skips a beat when she sees Max. He is here. That can mean that Eric is too. But she can't see him from this angle. Not yet.

Suddenly, a clear female voice emerges through the speakers around Amity. She knows that voice. It belongs to Jeanine: All Amity report to the dome for new mandatory testing. Please proceed to the dome for mandatory testing.

This was pre-recorded. She knew what she was doing. Jeanine planned to raid Amity even before they arrived here.

Caleb and Peter crouch on the floor next to Tris, listening to the deep voices booming orders outside. One of them could be Eric. She finds a small smile. If he is here, she should find him. He wouldn't hurt her. She is certain of that now.

Tobias gets up from his crouching position and jogs over to a set of windows, peeking out at the soldiers. His shoulders heave in distress as he watches. His expression is firm and concerned. Tris doesn't take her eyes off him. One change in his face and she would know. She would know who he saw below.

He jogs back over to them and clenches his jaw. She doesn't need to ask what he saw.

"Eric's here," he murmurs, "We need to move now. Come on."

"Wait," Tris whispers, getting up along with everyone else. Caleb and Peter start following him. But Tris stays glued to her spot. This causes Four to turn around.

"Tris, come on," he says sternly. His eyes are relaxed. But inside he is screaming. Not now. Not now. Please don't do this now.

"I can talk to h-"

"We have to get out, Tris," he keeps his voice low as he grabs her wrists. His grip is so firm that her skin starts turning white. She feels like a dog. A dog he has trained for so long and now was the final showdown. And the dog is starting to misbehave and not follow the orders given. And that makes Four angry, worried and completely pissed. She would feel the same way. She doesn't blame him. Don't be selfish.

Slowly, she walks after him, his grip still on her wrists. Just in case. Her heart threatens to jump out of her chest when she sees Eric dawdling down below. She sees the back of his neck. His built body and gelled hair. It takes her all the will power she has not to scream out his name.

He starts turning his head. Slowly. She sees the side of his face. His eyebrows are furrowed like they always are. Four steps back, making her collide with his body.

"Wait, stop," he whispers, raising both arms to create a barrier between them and the danger in front.

"What's up there?" Eric asks. Tris realizes that he is looking up. His voice is clearer.

"Just my office," Johanna replies.

A horse whines loudly, catching everyone's attention. Tris hears footsteps fading away, towards the sound. A part of her relaxes. And the bigger part of her washes up with melancholy. She clutches Four's arm tightly, not trusting herself to be in charge of her body. He starts moving again. And she follows.

He drags her over to another window, pushing her in front. She looks out through the glass, seeing more soldiers underneath. How are they going to escape?

"There's two guards with guns," she whispers. Caleb looks at her, wide eyed. Peter rolls his eyes for some reason. And Four nods. Then he slides the window open, as quietly as possible.

"We're going out the window?" Caleb asks, stepping back.

"We need to split up," Four steps closer to Peter, getting right in his face. Probably in order to contain his loud voice.

At first Peter looks hesitant, forming a lump in his throat that he can't quite swallow. And then he nods.

"Okay, yeah, okay," he whispers, glancing at Tris, "Every man for themselves."

"Good-"

"Hey, they're up here! Hey!" Peter yells, jumping away from the group.

Tris watches him in shock, finding that her foot steps away from the window. Peter runs over to the staircase, leaning over the railing.

"Eric, they're up here! Come on, they're getting away!"

Four grasps her hips roughly, shoving her towards the window again. She gasps, trying to slap his hands away.

"Eric," she manages to mumble.

"Tris, we need to go!" he wraps an arm around her, pulling her out of the window in one swift motion. She would have screamed. Or kicked her legs. Or defied him somehow. But she couldn't. Caleb was here. She needed to make sure that he was going to be safe.

"Ahh!" Caleb yelps as he lands onto the slabs. Some of them slide off the roof, clattering to the floor.

Four and Tris step onto the slabs more gracefully, backs pressed against the wall. Her heart drums in her ears, hope rising inside her. She needs to show herself to him. He wouldn't shoot. He would spare her life.

"Alright, are you ready?" Tobias looks at her, eyes glistening with concern. She nods, pushing the concern away. He mimics her nod before jumping down and onto one of the soldiers. Tris follows.

She slams her fist into the soldier's jaw, knocking him unconscious. His gun clanks against one of the slabs Caleb has displaced earlier. Tris takes it, wrapping the leather handle around her shoulder. She looks up to see that Tobias has done the same thing. Behind her, Caleb chews on his lip.

"Let's go," Tobias says before starting to run past Johanna's office. Caleb sprints after him, panting and groaning at the same time.

Tris feels the familiar ache in her legs, the sensation of strained muscles returning to her. They have been running for days now. She should have gotten used to it. But it still manages to agonize her.

Her finger curls around the trigger of the gun, a moan at the back of her throat. Her heart falters. She should not be carrying one of those right now. Not after everything that has happened. She releases a pained yelp, leaving the trigger alone. But she does not drop the gun. She might need it.

There is loud, repetitive banging against the wooden planks in the office they have just vacated. Tris can't help it. She turns her head to look. She wonders if Peter is still there. She wonders if they would kill him. But that's unlikely. He was working with Erudite before. When she found him guarding the control room at Dauntless. He will be fine.

She sees movement in the window. And then it slides open. Eric thrusts his body out, holding his pistol tightly. Even from the distance she sees his thick veins poking out of his hand. She wants those hands all over her again.

He is speaking to someone. His watch is near his mouth. He is giving orders. They lock eyes. And there is a small smile playing on his lips.

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