Tobias POV

"We need to reach the Amity faction," I suggest, "There's a small chance, but maybe they'll help us."

They think about it for a moment, and Andrew says, "They'd probably be willing to provide us protection from the Erudite…"

Someone adds in, "But what if the Erudite asks for us there? The Amity will probably give us up for the sake of peace."

"It's either the Amity," I say, "or the Candor, and we all know the Candor will give up our location if the Erudite asks."

I hear the sound of approval and say, "Should we start leaving for Amity tonight?"

Everyone agrees. "Well start packing up. We're leaving soon."

Tris POV

They place me in front of the technician's room and tell me to guard the room with my life. As I look around, I notice the place looks familiar. We're in the Abnegation Headquarters. One of the Dauntless soldiers gives me an earpiece that allows me communicate with Jeanine.

I need to break into the technician's room and find a way to stop the computer. Then I hear some footsteps.

A familiar voice shouts, "Beatrice!" When I look to my side, I see mom. Well, she looks like mom. She runs up to me, and I see her Dauntless tattoos. She looks relieved, calming me down along with her.

She hugs me when a voice in my earpiece says, "Kill her."

They want me to kill my mother. Of course they would. The Erudite is cold and calculating. Later, if I turn my back on them, I wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and break down. If I don't kill her, they'll know right away I'm not under their influence.

I don't need to decide whether or not I should shoot my mother. I pull off the earpiece and break open the door. If I'm dying today, I should at least stop the Erudite.

One of the screens has a line of code on it instead of an image. It breezes past faster than I can read. It is the simulation, the code already compiled, a complicated list of commands that anticipate and address a thousand different outcomes. In front of the screen is a chair and a desk. Sitting in the chair is a Dauntless soldier. The technician looks up with alert eyes. He must be a Divergent under the influence I'm supposed to be. Everyone else gives a blank face.

He looks at me with angry eyes, and I immediately pull out my gun. He runs to me and tries to take the gun away from me. I have to remember that he's under the influence, so I can't kill him. I pull the trigger. The sound of the shot shocks him, and I use the opportunity to shoot his leg. He cries out in pain.

We now only have around sixty seconds until the other Dauntless soldiers reach us.

Mom has been trying to shut down the computer. She pulls out a flashdrive and sticks it into the computer. She answers my unvoiced question, "The video the Erudite wants to hide." She hands me the flashdrive, and we start running out.

She leads me down a few dark hallways, up a dank staircase, and into daylight again without interference. "Now, where do we go?" I ask.

She pushes the bullet chamber open and peers inside. Seeing how many bullets she has left. Then takes a few out of her pocket and reloads. She puts an extra bullet in her pocket and stands up straighter. "Here they come," she says, looking around the corner. I peek over her shoulder and see a few Dauntless with guns, moving to the same beat, heading toward us. My mother looks back. Far behind us, another group of Dauntless rundown the alley, toward us, moving in time with one another. She grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes. I watch her long eyelashes move as she blinks. "Go to your father and brother. The alley on the right, down to the basement. Knock twice, then three times, then six times."

She cups my cheeks. Her hands are cold; her palms are rough. "I'm going to distract them. You have to run as fast as you can."

"No." I shake my head. "I'm not going anywhere without you." She smiles. "Be brave, Beatrice. I love you." I feel her lips on my forehead and then she runs into the middle of the street. She holds her gun above her head and fires three times into the air. The Dauntless start running.

I sprint across the street and into the alley. As I run, I look over my shoulder to see if any Dauntless follow me. But my mother fires into the crowd of guards, and they are too focused on her to notice me. I whip my head over my shoulder when I hear them fire back. My feet falter and stop. My mother stiffens, her back arching. Blood surges from a wound in her abdomen, dyeing her shirt crimson.

A patch of blood spreads over her shoulder. I blink, and the violent red stains the inside of my eyelids. I blink again, and I see her smile as she sweeps my hair trimmings into a pile. She falls, first to her knees, her hands limp at her sides, and then to the pavement, slumped to the side like a rag doll. She is motionless and without breath.

I clamp my hand over my mouth and scream into my palm. My cheeks are hot and wet with tears I didn't feel beginning. My blood cries out that it belongs to her, and struggles to return to her, and I hear her words in my mind as I run, telling me to be brave. Pain stabs through me as everything I am made of collapses, my entire world dismantled in a moment.

I continue running and stop short. Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running. He holds up his gun and aims at me. I hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I squeeze the trigger. I squeeze my eyes shut.

I can't breathe. I try to continue running, but some other Dauntless soldiers catch up to me. One of them shoot my shoulder. There's red spreading. I barely try to resist. There's no point. I'm already weak.

They shove me into a car and drive me to the Erudite faction.

Hey you guys, sorry about not updating lately, but I was really busy with New Years and everything. By the way, Happy New Years! I'd like to thank you all for getting this far and actually continue reading this! Thank you for reviewing if you did; those reviews actually encouraged me to continue because I really can be lazy. I hope to finish this story before I go back to school, so I might be updating twice a day until the end! Please continue reviewing! :)

Note: There are parts that came straight out of the book, but I only did that because it sounds better that way! They belong to Veronica Roth; I take no credit. You can probably tell which parts.