A/N: I have a question. I know I said I wasn't going to do Allegiant because part of it is already in Tobias's POV, but should I do it anyway? Should I re-write his chapters to make him sound more like this Tobias? (BTW I would call it 'Four-saken' and it would be just like this)

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Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 8

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

We follow the train tracks for a long time, balancing on the rails until they begin to growl.

"It's coming," Tris says. "I think we should get on."

"Even if it's run by the Erudite?" Caleb asks.

"If the Erudite were running the train, they would have taken it to get to the Amity compound," I say. "I think it's worth the risk. We'll be able to hide in the city. Here we're just waiting for them to find us."

We all get off the tracks, Caleb telling Susan how to jump on a moving train.

We wait for the train to pass, and we jump into the middle car. I swing in after Tris. I open my mouth to ask if everything is okay, but I catch my breath.

Eyes gleam at me in the distance. Hundreds of little eyes. There are shapes surrounding them as well, people.

The factionless.

Immediately Caleb and I both point our guns at the men, and a man with an eye patch returns the gesture. An old woman points a bread knife at Tris. A boy holds a plank with nails sticking out of it.

"They aren't Amity," gun boy says. "They're Dauntless."

Suddenly I recognize him. He's Edward, from initiation.

"Hello, Edward," Tris whispers.

He nods almost unperceivably. "Tris."

"Whatever you are," the woman says, "you'll have to get off this train if you want to stay alive."

"Please," Susan whispers, her lip wobbling, tears beginning to stream. "We've been running… and the rest of them are dead and I don't… I don't think I can keep going, I…"

I see Tris flinch at Susan's sobs.

"We're running from the Erudite," says Caleb. "If we get off, it will be easier for them to find us. So we would appreciate it if you let us ride into the city with you," he says calmly.

"Yeah?" Edward asks incredulously. "What have you ever done for us?"

"I helped you when no one else would," Tris says. "Remember?"

"You, maybe. But the others? Not so much," Edward says.

I step forward, Edward's gun pressing into my throat. I take a breath, not liking the words that will come out of my mouth next.

"My name is Tobias Eaton. I don't think you want to push me off this train."

Everyone looks around, dropping their weapons.

"Eaton? Really?" Edward says, eyebrows raised. "I have to admit, I did not see that coming." He clears his throat. "Fine, you can come. But when we get to the city, you've got to come with us." Then he smiles. "We know someone who's been looking for you, Tobias Eaton."

I shiver softly.

"Do you know who it is?" Tris whispers to me, once we've settled down.

I nod tersely, an image of my mother coming to mind.

"Who, then?"

I sigh. "It's hard to explain. I have a lot to tell you."

Tris leans against me, filling me with unspeakable comfort. "Yeah," she whispers against the wind. "So do I."

We ride the train in silence until it is time to jump.

"What if we get hurt?" Susan whimpers.

Tris takes her hand. "We'll jump together. You and me. I've done this a dozen times and never got hurt."

She nods, still looking unsure.

"On three," Tris says. "One. Two. Three."

I watch Susan roll away from Tris, who has already begun to run, and I hear Caleb whimper behind me. He runs next to me as we jump off.

"It's been a while since I checked your shoulder," I whisper. "How is it?" I rest a hand lightly on her shoulder.

"Okay. I brought pain medicine, luckily," she says, smiling. "I don't think I let it heal very well. I keep using my arm or landing on it."

"There will be plenty of time for healing once this is all over," I say, smiling, but I can feel sadness creeping up my spine. If we make it to the end.

"Yeah," Tris says glumly, obviously thinking the same thought.

"Here," I say, handing Tris a knife. "Just in case."

She slips it into her back pocket.

The factionless lead us down the street and into a grimy alleyway, filled with rats.

Edward stops next to a brick building and leads us into a dark room, filled with people. I see the surprise in Tris's eyes as she sees how they have grown into one large faction. But I'm not surprised. I've known this was coming for years.

"What's going on here?" Tris asks, questions finally bubbling over. "Why are you all together like this?"

"You thought they—we—were all split up," Edward says over his shoulder. "Well, they were, for a while. Too hungry to do much of anything except look for food. But then the Stiffs started giving them food, clothes, tools, everything. And then they got stronger, and waited. They were like that when I found them, and they welcomed me."

We walk through a dark hallway.

"Wait, you said they were waiting?" Caleb asks. "What were they waiting for, exactly?"

With a chill, I hear Edward's next words. "For the world to fall apart. And now it has."

The door opens and a woman scans us. "Strays?" she asks.

"Not hardly, Therese," Edward says, pointing his thumb at me. "This one's Tobias Eaton." I flinch the name.

Therese stares at me. "He certainly is. Hold on."

She shuts the door again and I gulp in air, my Adam's apple bobbing.

"You know who she's going to get, don't you," Caleb says.

"Caleb," I say, my voice shaking. "Please shut up."

Surprisingly, Caleb shuts up.

We walk into the room, in which Tris almost immediately smacks into a machine. I almost laugh nervously, but I keep my mouth shut. I grab her hand, afraid of who will emerge from the darkness.

Suddenly, I see her. Mom, I think. No. Not mom. Evelyn.

"Evelyn," I say, trying to hid the shaking in my voice.

"Hello," she says, walking around the table. "You look older."

"Yes, well," I say sarcastically. "The passage of time tends to do that to a person."

She smiles at me. "So you've finally come—"

"Not for the reason you think," I interrupt. "We were running from the Erudite, and the only chance of escape we had required me to tell your poorly armed lackeys my name."

I can almost see the look of disgust in Tris's eyes as she sees how I speak to my mother. If only you knew…

"I see," Evelyn says, still smiling. "Introduce me to your fellow refugees, then."

I look at my hand, intertwined with Tris's. I pull my hand away. "This is Tris Prior. Her brother, Caleb. And their friend, Susan Black."

"Prior," she says. "I know of several Priors, but none of them are named Tris. Beatrice, however…"

"Well," Tris snaps, and I bare back a smile. "I know of several living Eatons, but none of them are named Evelyn."

"Evelyn Johnson is the name I prefer. Particularly among a pack of Abnegation."

Tris sighs dramatically. "Tris is the name I prefer. And we're not Abnegation."

Evelyn glares at me. "Interesting friends you've made."

"Those are population counts?" Caleb asks, mouth open. "And… what? Factionless safe houses? I mean, these places on the map? They're safe houses, like this one, right?"

"That's a lot of questions," Evelyn responds. "For security purposes, I will not answer any of them. Anyway, it is time for dinner."

Evelyn stops in front of me. "I'm not stupid," she whispers, her voice low. "I know you want nothing to do with me—thought I still don't quite understand why—" I snort. "But," she continues, "I will extend my invitation again. We could use your help here, and I know you are like-minded about the faction system—"

"Evelyn," I cut her off. "I chose Dauntless."

"Choices can be made again," she says.

"What makes you think I'm interested in spending time anywhere near you?" I spit.

"Because I'm your mother," she says, her voice cracking. "Because you're my son."

She makes me want to vomit. "You really don't get it," I say. "You don't have the vaguest conception of what you've done to me. I don't want to join up with your little band of factionless. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible."

"My little band of factionless is twice the size of Dauntless," she reminds me. "You would do well to take it seriously. Its actions may determine the future of the city."

With that, she walks ahead of me.

"How long have you known?" Tris asks, stopping next to me.

"About a year," I say glumly, slumping against the wall. "She sent a coded message to me in Dauntless, telling me to meet her at the train yard. I did, because I was curious, and there she was. Alive. It wasn't a happy reunion, as you can probably guess."

"Why did she leave Abnegation?" Tris asks.

"She had an affair," I say, shaking my head. "And no wonder, since my father…" I shake my head again. "Well, let's just say Marcus wasn't any nicer to her than he was to me."

"Is… that why you're angry with her? Because she was unfaithful?"

I feel a steely laugh bubble. "No," I say sternly. "No, that's not why I'm angry." Hell, I can't blame her for leaving. I did it too. I just wanted her to take me.

"Then why?" Tris asks.

"She had to leave my father, I get that," I say, bitterness freezing my throat. "But did she think of taking me with her?"

"Oh. She left you with him," she says, and I can see guilt in her eye.

"Yeah," I say, kicking the floor. "She did." We sit for a moment in silence. "It seems to me," I say, "that the factionless are better friends than enemies."

"Maybe. But what would the cost of that friendship be?"

I shake my head. "I don't know. But we may not have any other option."