A/N: This is the first of two updates for me today, since this one is so short, I'm posting a second chapter in about 1/2 hour. Enjoy

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 38 (sorry I skipped 37, it was short and Tobias wasn't there)

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

After a couple of hours of watching Tris Prior run down corridors and escape Dauntless guards, I finally get bored of figuring out the mystery girl. I switch the computer screen in front of me into a coded mechanism, and I attempt to begin decoding.

Every hour, on the hour, I check my gun. Loaded. Back to decoding.

After several hours of this, I decide to finally give in to my bleary eyes and I close them, allowing my mind to drift into the realms of sleep.

I am awoken by one voice, and one voice alone.

"Tobias," it whispers.

I snap my head to the side, standing and raising my gun.

"Drop your weapon," I say, my voice a monotone.

"Tobias," she says, her voice pitching with emotion, "you're in a simulation."

"Drop your weapon," I repeat. "Or I'll fire."

She slides the gun down to her feet.

"Drop your weapon!" I call again. But she already had.

"I did," she says quietly. She sounds… scared. I see her race towards me as she grabs hold of my wrist, ducking the bullet I send towards her.

It's time for you to die, bitch.

Suddenly, the gun slides from my hands. Did I really just say that?

The thought feels like it belongs to someone else.

She kicks me in the ribs. She dives for my gun. Unsure of what do, I push her away from the computers. I catch her foot and shove her towards the ground.

This is what I'm supposed to do, right?

I push her to the floor, yanking her pretty blonde hair, just like she had done with mine the night she attacked me.

"Tobias," she whispers, and the voice sounds so clear.

My grip falters, only for a second, but she notices. She kicks me in the shin, causing me to lose my grip entirely. She dives for the gun and grabs it.

"Tobias," she says, pointing. "I know you're in there somewhere."

As I begin to panic, I see something glint in her palm. A bullet… She took the bullet out of the gun. Why would she take the bullet out of the gun?

It's almost like… It's almost like she doesn't want to hurt me.

But she does. She does. She tried to kill me. She wants to hurt me!

Who am I trying to convince here?

"Tobias, please," she begs. Tears begin to run down her face. "Please. See me," I walk closer to her, taking soft, yet calculated steps. "Please see me, Tobias, please!"

I feel power in my step. A scowl spreads across my face, and I hope she can't see that my interior is cracking.

I press my gun to her forehead.

She presses her hand to my cheek.

I feel fire.

Then I feel fear. I am afraid of Tris Prior.

I hear the bullet in her gun click into the chamber. So she put the bullet back.

She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the bullet to fire. But it won't. At least, not from my gun.

I know, in my heart, that I am not strong enough to kill her.

I only have to hope she is not strong enough to kill me too.