A/N: Hello! Sorry I haven't updated, it's been a crazy weekend. Here's the next chapter!

Chapter(s) of Divergent (the actual book): 29+30 (since 29 was so short for Tobias, I just combined them both, hope that's okay :P)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters

The day after the ride on the train was the slowest, longest, hardest day that I have had for a long time. My mind wanders to the Prior house in Abnegation. How I wish that I could go to them, and tell them. Tell them that their daughter is ranked first. That she's extraordinary. And I wish I could warn them. Tell them to lock their doors, shut their windows, and slip out the back door unnoticed.

But I can't.

I don't know when the Dauntless will strike. I don't know how, or where, or even why. I only know who.

The breakfast hall feels utterly somber and empty. The initiates sit in the corner, stone faced and ghost eyed. I watch Tris Prior's robotic movements as she eats.

"Time to go," I hear Christina's ghost of a whisper across the room. She's right. It's time to go.

The initiates walk back to the dormitory, but I walk to the simulation room. The Dauntless leaders line up and sit down in a row of chairs, hooking wires into their heads. The Dauntless-born go first.

Sometimes it's easy to tell what the initiate is afraid of. If they're eyes widen and they feel with their hands around them, it's clear that they are in darkness. However, I find some fears are harder to distinguish. I wish that they would hook me up to the simulation as well, but they don't.

After the first Dauntless-born finishes (I never really bothered to learn their names), Eric stops her. He injects her arm with a colored liquid. My lips part with a frown. My attention is brought back with stomping feet.

After a while, I see the transfer initiates walk up. The blanket-like cover of melancholy sits over them like a cloud of mist. Tris walks past me, not making eye contact. I can't help but train my gaze on her.

Extraordinary…

"Hey, Tris!" I hear Uriah call. "You can sit on my lap, if you want." I feel my face flush red.

"Tempting," she calls. I feel my muscles twitch. "It's fine. I like to stand," she says, mirth on her voice. I feel my shoulders slouch. That's my girl.

"Transfers, the order in which you go through the final test was taken from your rankings as they now stand," I say. "So Drew will go first, and Tris will go last."

Tris lets out a breath. I dare my eyes to glance at hers, and I feel reassured when her gaze meets mine. Eric sticks Drew with a needle, a fake smile plastered on his face. Who dropped him when he was a baby?

I see Tris's eyes close, and she takes in a deep breath. Drew takes a good hour before he is out. After him is Molly. She only takes half his time, but still she struggles. I see her continuously stop and take in a deep breath. Her screams fill my ears.

Then Christina. I can't help but smile to myself. She's spunky, but I like her. Don't tell Will I said that. He'll mistake my fondness for non-platonic affection, and I'd really rather not wake up headless. I see her hands swatting around her, flicking bugs off of herself throughout. I wonder what she's afraid of…

Twelve minutes.

Then Will is up.

Ten minutes.

Then Peter. I resist a scowl. I hope Will beats him… I know favoritism is bad and all that, but I really do hope that Will ranks higher than him. I would be utterly disappointed if Peter was an ambassador to the factions, or worse, a Dauntless leader. What a trio they would make, Eric, Max, and Peter. They all have the same brutality to them.

Fifteen minutes.

Then she's up.

"Tris," I call softly. She stands up, straightening her shirt. "Ready?" I ask. She nods softly and goes in. She takes a deep breath as Eric injects her, the artificially placid smile still adorning his metal features.

I see her shake her shoulder, as though she was trying to get something off of it. The crows… I suddenly know what fear she's in. It's the ones from the previous simulations. Suddenly, I see her hand curve around something, her index finger pressing down on an invisible trigger. Is this a new fear? Where did she get the gun?

Then her hands fall to her sides. The gun is gone. She pounds against an invisible wall with her hands, tilting her head back and gasping. The water tank… She pounds harder and harder, tilting her head back further, her heart rate rising on the monitor in front of me. Then she stops. She takes a deep breath. And then she keeps pounding and kicking and screaming. Then she stops again, the corners of her lips rising. She sticks out her index finger, and taps the air.

Her hands fall to her sides faster than she was moving before. She's out of the water… But then she isn't. She falls back, as though something hit her, but yet she doesn't hit the ground. More water?

She screams at the top of her lungs. Then she bends down and grabs something. Then she stops for a moment, and looks around her at whatever surrounds her. Now she is utterly still. I wonder what this fear is… I don't recognize it from the simulations. Her head shakes, and it looks like she is trying to wriggle out of something. I don't know what it is. Then she closes her eyes and breathes.

Her mouth forms a word. No, she says. Know what I smell? No. I must have read her lips wrong. I smell rain, I read from her lips. What the hell? I have absolutely no idea what she is experiencing.

Then she stops, her body loosening and her arms falling. She straightens her jacket. Then she looks up, her eyes widening. I can't tell what she's doing. She presses her palm to something, I can't tell what. She looks like a mime. Her fingers wrap around something, like they did at the beginning. Another gun… I struggle to find out what she's going through. Then she sits, screaming. She takes deep breaths.

Then she stands, the look in her eyes utterly familiar, like she's looking right at me. Then she rushes forward, her lips parting. Is she kissing someone? Her head lifts, like someone who has about a foot of height on her is pulling her head upwards. Wait… I'm about a foot taller than her. Am I in her fear landscape? I watch the zipper of her jacket slide down with dexterity only my fingers are capable of. I hear a laughter, and I realise the Dauntless leaders are laughing at her fear. I see Eric turn his head and look at me, mirth filling his dead gaze. He raises one metallic eyebrow, running his studded tongue over his teeth. I feel the blood run to my cheeks, burning through my skin. So it is me in the simulation… The cackles of the Dauntless leaders fill my ears, giving me the chills.

"Immodest," I hear Max whisper to Eric. I think I'm going to be sick.

"Revolting," I hear Eric whisper back.

Another leader, who I don't know, whispers, "The Stiff's got game."

Why are they sticking their filthy noses in my love life? But, more importantly, why is Tris afraid of kissing me? Have I upset her? Have I done something wrong? Oh God… what if she doesn't love me?

I let the thought run dry. I see her push the air back, most likely pushing me away. Her head is in her hands, her cheeks red. I see her react to something on her neck. Oh GOD. Am I kissing her neck? And the Dauntless leaders are watching? I hear whistles and whoops of cheer from the observation room. I didn't think I could possibly feel more embarrassed.

I watch her lips form words. I am not going to sleep with you in a hallucination. Okay? I feel bile coming up in my throat. This is humiliating for me. I can only imagine how she must feel. Then laughter emerges from her lips. What? She purses her lips, pressing them forward into thin air, wrapping her arms around an invisible figure. She's giving in?

Then her arms fall, warmth leaves her face as her spine goes rigid. Oh, I think to myself. This fear. She has to kill her family. She looks afraid. She begins to raise her arm up, like to shoot them, but then her hand falls. Tris, what are you doing? Tris! Her fingers uncurl and the invisible gun slides from her hands. I see her head rock forwards, like she's been shot in the base of her skull. And then the screens go black.