GUUUUUUUYS HAVE YOU SEEN ALLEGIANT?! Oh my, I can't stop thinking about that film. I was so happy that Miles got so many scenes in it. If you have seen it, don't forget to share your opinions :)

We are close to the ending of this story now. Enjoy this chapter :)

Tris pulls him closer, struggling to reach his lips. As if he is slipping away.

Her gun is safely tucked under the waistband of her pants but the bulge is still visible. Nobody is going to ask her questions though. There are five year olds running around with Kalashnikovs. Everybody should be armed in case of another attack.

She reaches up again, cupping his face in her hands, trying to pull him down. His eyes are somewhere else. He is looking past her at the door they still have to walk through.

"Babe, you have to listen," she whispers, "You have to stay close to me… you have to stay close to me-"

"I will," he grumbles back, his eyebrows furrowed. At least now he is coming back to earth. Tris tries not to stand on Ernie's body as she takes a step closer to the door.

"Keep your head down, we can't risk any-"

"I know, Tris," he nearly spits. The veins on his neck stick out a little. But they disappear as fast as they emerged. His shoulders sink, "I know," he tries again, more gently.

She nods.

He sighs.

"I'll get you out of here," her smile falters. At that moment his lips finally find hers. They feel warm. Weirdly warm, despite the fact he lived in a cage for days. She kisses him back with as much passion as he gives her. This could be their last stand off. She could get get killed. He could get killed. One of them will probably get killed.

At that moment Tris mentally scolds herself for not thinking of a much stealthier plan. But then again, she had no time. His execution is in a couple of hours.

She pulls away from the kiss, nuzzling the crook of his neck like an attention seeking puppy.

"Lead the way," Eric grumbles, "I'll follow you."

Reluctantly, she nods. And then they are off.

Tris does not even notice how she pulled down the door handle and swung it open. She doesn't remember the moment when she stepped out into an open hallway, catching a few glances from passing by girls. They giggle quietly, holding onto their history books, their black skirts swinging from side to side. A rush of hatred runs through Tris's body. Their life is too easy.

She forces her feet to move forward, looking around like a wildcat. At that point, the ringing in her ears grows louder. She cringes. Every step, every door slamming, even the laughing initiate group of girls that just walked past are muffled by her fear. All the blood rushes to her face. And every sound amplifies.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels Eric's breath skimming the back of her neck. He whispers something. It comes out more like a hiss. All words blended together.

The piercing morning light streams in from every single window, hitting her like thousands of knives. It's almost the same as having a target strapped to her back while jumping around and yelling 'Yoohoo! I am escaping with a prisoner! Catch me if you can!'

Tris feels her heart rate pump two times faster than usual as she forces her way through the crowd. It's amazing how nobody has caught them yet. Amazing. They walk down a set of white stairs, eyes glued to the floor. Just a little bit more. They are on the ground floor now.

She risks a peek at the nearest security guards. Two of them are preoccupied in a conversation. The other two near a different set of doors have their eyes on the cluster of people walking in and out of the building. Tris scans their folded arms. They are both holding guns.

She takes a deep breath when Eric casually slips his hand into hers. She almost gasps when a white shirt appears near her. But it's Eric. It's just Eric.

They find themselves blending into the crowd. Tris is small. Nobody can notice her that easily. But Eric is different. Everybody can spot Eric.

Somebody squeals in excitement near the entrance. And the whole group of people around that person turns. Tris looks directly at them. Shocked faces. One girl covering her mouth. It doesn't take Tris too long to figure out what is going on. They have been spotted. And that squeal she heard wasn't excitement at all.

Like dominos, black and white, everyone turns to look at the couple. Ones who were nearest to them are now scrambling away, glancing over their shoulders in fear.

"Freeze!" A man yells from behind them. Somehow, Eric takes that as a completely different command and pulls out the gun Tris gave him. There is a shot. And that is when all hell breaks loose.

In unison, the people who are in the enormous space start screaming. And most of them collapse, as if they are dead corpses that have been unchained from the ceiling. Tris almost apologizes when she bumps shoulders with a boy.

"I said freeze!" The guard yells again, pressing his gun against his shoulder and squinting through the target loop. This is it. It's now or never. There won't be any more chances after this. Just one. Just one chance. And Tris has to take it.

She whips out her cold metallic gun from the waistband of her trousers and aims. Then shoots the man directly between the eyes. A curious hush falls down on them. Tris counts the seconds. One... Two...

Still quiet.

Three... Four...

"Surrender immediately!" Another guard yells. As soon as the words leave his mouth, his body doubles over and falls from the second floor where the railing was supposed to keep him safe. Eric has taken his shot.

The screaming starts again. Like ants set on fire, the crowd scurries away from the scene.

"Tris, go!" He groans, trying to grab her hand. But it feels more like a slap. He doesn't wait. He runs to the entrance.

As she follows, a familiar pair of eyes set on hers. And once they do, it is hard to look away. They know her inside out. Those eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes. What are you doing? Four would say. You'll get yourself killed.

No I won't. They wouldn't shoot me. Eric is the target.

Eric.

She breaks the eye contact and looks straight ahead as they finally reach the double doors. Eric is still in front of her. Good. She winces as he uses his gun again. His aim is never off.

"Keep going!" She shouts, "I'll cover you!"

Tris squeezes her gun tightly, glancing over her shoulder. Four has joined the guards. He fits right in. The hard stare. Merciless. But she knows better. He wouldn't aim at her. Neither would the others. Eric's best chance of survival is for her to be a human shield. So she becomes one.

By quickening her pace, her feet land in hard mud. They are outside now. The air has turned icier. But her lungs are burning.

She presses her hands against Eric's back as they run. It's hard to keep up, but she pushes herself. "The train! Where is the nearest train?!"

"Keep running!" She isn't sure if Eric has heard her. He hasn't answered her question, so she tries again.

"Where is the railway?!"

Tris gasps loudly as a bullet skims the side of her shirt. That was fucking close. She looks back again to see one or two soldiers running after them. Four is nowhere to be seen. And the Candor building starts fading away with the help of the cold morning fog.

Eric groans loudly, slowing down for just a second, but he regains his footing and continues to run.

"Tris!" He grabs her hand and squeezes, yanking her forward. "We're nearly there!" Another bullet whirls past them, burying itself in a nearby lamppost. She notices Eric starting to limp as his breathing becomes laboured. The white Candor shirt becomes grey as it stick to his back. His skin starts to glisten. Why is he sweating so much? Tris was running for exactly the same time and aside from burning lungs and aching legs, she feels okay.

The banging behind them suddenly stops. Tris glances over her shoulder quickly to see their hunters slowing down. One of the soldiers halts completely, shaking his head in exhaustion.

"Eric, we're losing them," she gasps breathlessly, pulling him back. She can afford to slow down now. Especially when Eric clearly needs a break. But he doesn't stop. He continues running.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

"Can you hear that?"

"Train!"

"Keep going!" Eric practically shoves her forward as they start running alongside the speedy locomotive. Tris has never ran this fast before in her life. Sure, her days at Dauntless have pushed her further than where she was expecting to end up, but this is a whole new level. Normally the trains start up slowly, giving the chance for the Dauntless to catch up, but in this case the train has been on the move for hours. It has picked up speed and is now darting between buildings.

Her legs have turned completely numb. It powers her to carry on. At least there is no pain. Although she is sure that when she stops, they will start throbbing.

"Go, Tris!" Eric grabs her hips and lifts her up to the train car. She takes her chance and grabs one of the handles before dragging herself in. Shortly afterwards, Eric pulls his body inside as well, grunting as he slams himself against the hard floor.

Tris presses her forehead against the vibrating surface of the train car, her heavy panting emitting a light mist. She feels a giggle bubbling up at the back of her throat. They did it. They actually did it. She helped a prisoner escape and she was successful. And now they are free. Now they can start building a life together, "Oh my god." Everybody is relying on her to save the peace. To save the city. And she is finally free to choose. She is free to say no. Because of Eric.

"We made it," she breathes, feeling her arms shake as she tries to make a gap between her and the floor. She was right before. The aching would catch up to her. And she certainly feels it now.

"Argh," Eric grunts, leaning against a wooden crate near the doors. It's probably supplies that were previously loaded at Dauntless.

The amount of moisture on Eric's forehead catches her by surprise. He seems to have caught his breath at least, but physically he does not look great. If she hadn't known him like she does, his reaction would be totally normal to watch. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a Dauntless tank. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a growing blood stain above his belt.

Tris' smile falters.

"You're injured," she whimpers, shuffling closer to a him.

In response, he smirks and shakes his head, looking out at the horizon, "It's just a scratch."

"Are you sure?"

"Tris, I can't feel it," his eyes scan her face, deep in concentration but miles away.

She hovers her hand above his wound, wincing as he hisses and sits up.

"Eric, you're injured," she repeats.

"I told you," he frowns, "It's just a scratch." She places a hand against his forehead, watching as his eyelids start to droop.

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

He shakes his head.

"Me neither," she whispers, finding her smile again. There is nothing to worry about now. No trials to wait for. What a relief, "Get some sleep. I'll be here."

He watches her.

"Then we can figure something out. I can find some bandages."

"No, you sleep," he protests, pulling her closer to his lap, "I will take the first watch."

Tris didn't realize how tired she was until her head landed on Eric's chest. His steady heartbeat and the chilly breeze allow her to drift out of consciousness. The rocking of the train car and the warmth emitting from his body soothes her. She squeezes her eyes shut as Eric's musky smell engulfs her senses.

"You have to get off this train," he mumbles, pressing his lips against her head, "I'll wake you up when its time."