Heyo, updating schedule is still pretty horrible because of school and other responsibilities. As summer comes hopefully it'll improve. I only own new characters, ideas, and events. I make no money from writing.

The next morning, I walk with Will and Tris, Chris and Al are napping in the dormitory. Very few people lounged in there anymore, we spent as little time in there as possible. My heart was heavy, I hadn't seen my brother at all and neither had anyone else. I still can't believe what he had done, it made me feel so disgusted and sick. I'd rather be factionless or back 'home' with our parents than deal with another thing he decides to do. I hoped this was his last act of cruelty but I couldn't shake the horrible feeling lurking in my gut.

"Alessa!" I snapped from my thoughts and looked for the source of the voice, Lynn was jogging up to me.

"It's your girlfriend" Will joked, his voice fell flat though. Like he didn't have it in him to be happy right now.

"Girlfriend?" Tris asked confused.

"It was just to mess with my mother, I got slapped for it." At that her eyes went wide, like she was surprised a parent could hurt their child. "But all is good."

"Are you okay?" she hugged me close, which was very unlike her. Even Tris seemed a bit shocked. In an instant she cleared her throat and made a small space between us. "I heard about what happened, you and her" she mentioned Tris like she was the plague. "Took care of him before the nurse came—cleaned up all that blood. And your brother—" she stopped, looking apologetic. "Are you okay?" she asked again.

"A bit shaken, disgusted, disappointed but other than that I'm fine I guess." I answered, "Have you seen him—my brother?"

"Yeah, he's in one of the corridors with those two freaks." She motioned for me to follow her, I told Will and Tris that I'd see them later before following her.

Sure enough my brother and his lackeys were leaning against a wall, mostly silent except for a few remarks. My brother had dark shadows under his eyes and looked as white as a ghost. He had built a lot of muscle since coming here but had managed to lose more weight than he had gained.

"You go talk to him I'll be right here, waiting to step in and kick ass." She smiled reassuringly. Taking a deep breath, I walked forward, his pain filled eyes softened as he looked at me.

"Go away" he ordered them, his voice conveying just how exhausted he was. They left in a huff, glaring daggers at me the whole time.

"Peter, you don't look like yourself" I dared say, with a sigh he slid down the wall and held his head in his hands. "What's going on?" I sat beside him and laid my head on his shoulder.

"I don't know; I barely remember anything. Just bits and pieces of things—things I can't believe I did. And things I've said—I feel so fucking powerless and confused." His voice cracked, only breaking my heart further.

"Peter" I sighed, I wrapped my arms around him. He leaned into me, breathing heavily. "Let's get you to the dorm, how long has it been since you've slept?"

"I don't know" he shook his head as he let me help him up, we walked past Lynn who trailed behind us. "I know what I did to him, I can't live like this…"

"Peter, we're going to figure out what's going on. Just please try your hardest to stop doing such bad things." I laid him in his bed and sat on the floor next to his bed, we talked silently for a few moments until the need for sleep overcame him. When I stood to leave Eric came in.

"How's your brother doing?" he questioned.

"He's fine, just tired." I lied, he nodded still looking towards him. I left not long after that but Eric refused to step out of the room, I was nervous about the way he was acting. I grabbed Lynn's arm before she could walk away with me in tow. Motioning towards the cracked open door we cautiously looked in and watched him. He took quite steps and kneeled beside my brothers bed, his rather large and tattooed hands held up a blood red serum. The look on Eric's face conveyed pain and he was hesitant to inject my brother with the serum. It was like he didn't want to do it but rather he had no choice.

Pain flashed across my brothers sleeping face, his body withering in agony. Lynn wrapped her arms around my waist so I couldn't lurch into the room. "What did he do to him?" I screamed in anger as Lynn dragged me down a corridor and far away from the dormitory.

"I don't know; I'll try to find out." She assured me, we finally stopped walking in front of another dormitory. "This is our room, dauntless born."

"Looks pretty much the exact same" I stated, "Why bring me here?"

"I wanted to get you away from Eric and your brother, you look tired. So I brought you here, get some sleep."

"Oh, uh, thanks but I don't think I'll be able to sleep anytime soon." Thoughts were racing through my head; why would Eric inject something into my brother, especially if he didn't want to?

"Then come on, there's a little initiation ritual the dauntless do. You can join." She smiles as I let her take my hand and guide me through halls I had never seen before. Soon we catch up to a group of dauntless teenagers, "Uriah this is Alessa, she's joining us." Lynn stated in a way that dared him to say anything different.

"Tris is too, guess they both have had a rough few days." Uriah said before giving a wide grin and turning to Tris. She looked grateful that I was here and she wasn't alone with the dauntless born.

We all run, meeting with another group of young dauntless though none younger than us. Our foot falls are thunderous, echoing off the walls and mixing with soft chatter. We reach darkened stairs, we run up them with some people tripping but either being caught or catching themselves; Tris is one of them.