Four-given chapter 15

A/N: Wow I suck. Here's the next chapter. A warning, though, from about here until the end of Insurgent, the story gets a little sketchy because Tobias is never really there, so I kinda have to figure it out for myself. Sorry, y'all.

Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 16+17pt.1

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

When I finally wake up, I see that the hall is empty. Frowning, I lurch myself out of the bunk to go check the time. It's almost midnight.

"Where the hell is everybody," I muse, looking around. The hall is absolutely empty. It is surreally quite.

Of course, except the distant sound of gunshots.

The second I hear the bullets, I feel my bare feet pulling me outside toward the sound. I follow a group of loyal Dauntless, who are following an Erudite woman up to the top floor of a building. We all gather on a fire escape, me unnoticed, and we split up into four groups in the lobby.

I follow the one headed for the action floor. In all honesty, I don't give a damn what happens to everyone else. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be here, but Tris is the only thing on my mind.

I burst into the hallway, and I immediately don't like what I see. People lie on the floor, dying, and the Dauntless surround them in an unfriendly way. I see Tris, bleeding, weakly reaching for a gun, and I shove her against the wall.

"Tell me if anyone's behind me!" I say to her. I feel her head peer over my shoulder, looking around behind me.

I fire my gun over and over again until I'm out of bullets, but I can't stop myself from continuously pulling the trigger. I can hear Tris screaming, but every other noise is ringing compared to the blank clicking of the gun, which I cannot stop. I'm too angry to stop.

Finally, though, Eric's crying stops me.

"Tris," I say quietly, as she stabs him over and over and over again. "You can put the knife down now."

I can feel my head pounding as I wander down the hallways of the eighteenth floor. Uriah sits across from me, staring down at me like he's looking at me through the magnifying glass of a gun.

"Hey, man, you alright?"

I frown. "Yeah." I say tersely. "Fine."

We sit in silence for a moment. "You don't look alright."

I stop pacing and sit on one of the chairs. "DON'T I?" I feel myself yell.

Uriah jumps back a little, staring at me. "Woah, there, calm down!"

I nod slowly. "Sorry. Little tense. Lots of tired."

Uriah chuckles. "That's okay. Why don't you go sleep?"

"I have to wait for Tris," I mumble.

Uriah stands up and pats me on the shoulder. "Get some sleep, man. I'll go check on her."

"Okay," I mumble. But I don't.

After we have gotten everyone out, I explain what happened to Tris. Well, I explain a glorified version in which I was supposed to be in the rescue group and I was the hero. She doesn't buy it.

I listen quietly from outside the restroom door as she grits her teeth and grabs the metal disc embedded in her arm and digs it out with her nails. I try to keep a straight face, but inside, I'm biting my lip not to vomit.

"Tris," Uriah says next to me, "you in there?"

I hear her voice, muffled, come through the door, "Yeah," she calls back.

I see him smile an arrogant smile at her, and I turn uncomfortably. I still don't think she sees me.

"Gross," Uriah says, but I don't turn to see what he's talking about.

"Wasn't paying attention," she mumbles. "How are the others?"

"Marlene's cracking jokes, as usual," he says, and I can almost hear the smile in his voice. "Lynn's grumbling. Wait, you yanked that out of your own arm? God, Tris. Do you have no nerve endings or something?"

She sighs. "I think I need a bandage."

I wander a little down the hallway, attempting to blend in, but really, I just want to see if she's okay.

"You think?" Uriah scoffs. "You should get some ice for your face, too. So, everyone's waking up now. It's a madhouse out there."

I don't hear her response.

"No," Uriah says, and I am unsure what he's talking about. "Some of the Candor decided to give him medical treatment. Something about honorable treatment of prisoners." Eric. "Kang's interrogating him in private right now. Doesn't want us in there, disturbing the peace or whatever."

A muffled snort comes from the bathroom, and I suddenly feel rather awkward for spying, but I have to know if she's okay. I have to make sure that Uriah doesn't take advantage of her.

"Yeah," he says angrily. "Anyway, no one gets it," he says, disappearing into the bathroom. "Why storm in here and fire those things at us and then knock us all out? Why not just kill us?"

"No idea," she says, "the only use I see for it is that it helped them figure out who's Divergent and who's not."

I feel my legs collapse from under me as I sink to the hallway floor. People stare at me, but I glare at them and they turn away pretty quickly. It's been a good 72 hours since I had the nap in the Candor headquarters, and I can feel the effects of the lack of sleep, combined with a sudden and rapid distaste for Uriah.

My head is spinning and my eyes feel blurry as I sit there, my mind filling with epiphanic questions.

Who are the people in there? When did they become like this? My beautiful Tris, who was once so brave and free, is now a cold and calculating machine?

It's… it's like they're all ready to start a war, and I'm still looking for peace.

Suddenly, I hear Uriah's voice really close to the door. "Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" Tris asks.

"Don't tell anyone I'm Divergent. Shauna's my friend, and I don't want her to suddenly become afraid of me."

Suddenly, I decide I dislike Uriah. And that I don't want to hear another word he says.