AN- Hey guys! Please read and review, I haven't been getting a lot of reviews and I'd tremendously appreciate some feedback! Here's chapter 2...

Ch 2 (Cuts to him coming back from Chicago)

Tobias

We drive back into the compound, the rickety pickup truck bouncing and jostling on the uneven road. Amar occasionally swerved to avoid crashing into a piece of rubble or debre, but I found the constant movement of the truck becoming easier to bear with experience. I feel like now I've crossed between the experiment, Chicago, and reality a million times now, though I've only really done so a few. My mind, instead of mulling over the past few hours' occurrences like any normal person would, it buzzes with anticipation, eager to see Tris and the new, reset compound.

This is our chance to start over. With Chicago safe, the GD stereotypes vanished into thin air, and my parental problems finally solved, I feel lighter, like the world has been lifted from my shoulders. Tris and I, now, now we can go anywhere. I remember Peter's maps dispersed around the floor, him marking how big the world was compared to himself, but now instead of feeling overwhelmed by the untraceable massiveness of our world, I see it like our infinite future. So many places to go. So much.

I hope she isn't too broken up about Caleb, but it was his choice and it wasn't as if he didnt deserve it after everything he's done to her.

But he is still her brother.

I watch the swirling snowflakes blow about, silver specks in the moonlight, and biting my lower lip as I'm waiting for the seemingly infinite ride to end.

The truck finally drives through the gates that protect the compound, bumping less with the smoother road. It jostles to a stop, and I get out swiftly, not waiting for the car to completely stop. With years of experience from jumping off trains during Dauntless, I adjust quickly to the lack of momentum and continue sprinting to the compound without fault. One word pulsed through my mind, each time stronger than the other. Tris, Tris, Tris, Tris…

The automatic doors slide open for me as I dart through, almost crashing into the too-slow mechanical reaction. The people in the building appear to all be in a daze; they wander around with the mental cloud of the memory serum hanging around them scratching their heads and running fingers through their hair. Caleb did it. However, they were blurs in my peripheral vision as I scanned the milieu for short blonde hair and round blue eyes.

Christina and Amar jogged up behind me to catch up. "Where's Tris and Cara?" Amar asked no one in particular.

After walking through the abandoned security checkpoint we see Cara running towards us. At first, I think her expression is gleeful, ecstatic with our success, but then I realized her countenance is frantic, frenzied. She seems to ignore her deep bruises and bandaged wounds as she darts towards us, her usually neat and efficient bun sagging and letting loose multiple stray hairs.

She doesn't stop to greet us; Cara takes Christina's and my own wrist in each her hands and starts dragging. When she believes we are following her, she releases our wrists as we sprint down the hall. "What happened?" I ask Cara between ragged breaths.

"It's Tris. It's really bad," she chokes, her lip quivering, "I'll explain when we get there."

I feel a lump rise in my throat and exchange a fearsome look with Christina. Of course Tris wouldn't have let Caleb go. She went. She went.

My trepidation only rises when I see the hospital wing nearing. Oh god, Tris. What have you done?

We walk into the hospital through the front door, and Cara leads us past multiple hospital beds towards one with a short and slim body lied on top of it. Tris. I feel my pace increase, and soon I am kneeling next to her bed, panting. There is a heart rate monitor at her opposite bedside, portraying a slow but- thank God- steady rhythm. "What happened?" I ask a bit harsher than I'd intended. I have the urge to shake the answers out if each of the doctors, shake them till they snap.

Cara swallows back tears but answers. "She went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. She was immune somehow to the death serum and got in, but David predicted an infiltration and was waiting for her." She pauses and swallows for a moment, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. "He shot her. Fatally."

The word rings in my mind, vibrating like the fading shock of a stricken bell. Fatally. I gulp. "So she's … d-" I chocked on the last word, unable to say it.

"No," Cara replied, a smile tinged with misery upturning the corner of her lip. "Scientifically, she should be, but she's not."

I laced my fingers in Tris' and fastened my gaze on her pale face, not even looking up at Cara as I said, "Screw science."

I heard her laugh, soft, but real.