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Tobias

I wake in a cold sweat. My head throbs. The light is blinding. I look all around me but Tris is nowhere to be found. I do discover, however, that I'm hanging halfway off the couch. I sit up quickly, trying to recall the events of last night. The pain in my head makes me lay back down quickly. The last thing I remember is watching Tris dancing with Christina. She looked so good out there, her hips swaying to the music. She didn't look like herself, though. At first, I didn't recognize her. Christina did way too much to her. But watching her dance, she was just as beautiful as ever. I remember Nita trying to get me to go out with her. I really wish that she would stop talking to me in front of Tris.

I sit up, slowly this time, using my fists to push up my weight. Suddenly there's an intense pain in my right hand. I look down and find my knuckles swollen, covered in black, blue, and purple bruises. Some of them have deep slices through them and they are stained with dried blood. Who did I get into a fight with? I don't remember fighting anyone. I stumble into the bathroom and stare in the mirror. There aren't any bruises or cuts on my face, or anywhere else on my body, so I know that it couldn't have been a fight. I may be a good fighter, but I've never been in a fight without having a few cuts and bruises. So what happened last night?

My head is still pounding, so I walk slowly into the kitchen to get some water. Before I make it there, though, I notice a huge hole in the living room wall. The longer that I look at it, I notice that it's about the size of my fist. So I punched a hole through our wall? Why would I do that?

After drinking a glass of water, I go take a long, hot shower. The water burns the broken skin on my knuckles. I lose myself in the warm waterfall that's cascading around me. It reminds me of the chasm and all of the memories that I have there. Tris. Our first "date." Our first kiss. Where is she? She's never gone this early. I'm brought back to reality by an incessant pounding on the front door.

I reluctantly turn the water off and dry myself off. I put on some pants and slide my shirt over my head as I answer the door. Zeke is standing in front of me with a massive smile on his face.

"Dude, what's up!?"

"Please stop yelling," I wince as my head throbs.

"Don't worry, you may be feeling it today, but you were a lot of fun last night," he grins.

"What happened last night?" I ask a little too quickly.

"What's the urgency? You act like you woke up in bed with a strange girl," he teases. "You didn't...wake up in bed with a strange girl, did you?"

"No!" I say defensively. "But I didn't wake up with Tris, either. I woke up on the couch, she was nowhere to be found and my knuckles are split open and bruised."

"Well I congratulate you on that one," Zeke shakes his head.

"What are you talking about? I.."

"Peter deserved to have the crap beat out of him, the way he was all over Tris last night," he crosses his arms.

"He was WHAT!?" I yell louder than I meant to.

"Wait, you didn't know?" His eyes widen. "Then who did you beat up?"

"My living room wall. There's a hole right through it. The only problem is I don't remember what happened last night. And now you're telling me Peter was all over Tris?"

"You don't remember anything?" He asks.

"All I remember is seeing Tris dancing with Christina and Nita talking to me."

"Well, you might want to sit down then," Zeke pats me on the shoulder.

We both walk over to the couch and he sighs as he gets ready to explain.

"So, I'm assuming you remember the first time that Nita was talking to you. Well, before Tris stormed out the door, Nita was talking to you again and Peter came up to her and was trying to dance with her. He kept grabbing her and trying to get close to her."

"What was Nita talkin to me about?"

"I don't know, I couldn't hear her," he shakes his head, "but she looked like she was trying to get you to go home with her. She was rubbing on your arm and trying to push herself up against you. I don't think Tris saw that part because of Peter, so you might actually want to thank him."

"Have you seen Tris today?" I ask him.

"Nope. She wasn't at breakfast this morning. Since you weren't either, I figured she was with you."

"Was Peter at breakfast?" I ask.

What if he got to her?

"No, he wasn't. Neither was Nita."

"I'm worried about her," I jump up.

The sudden movement makes me dizzy and my head throbs even harder.

"You need to calm down," Zeke says steadying me. "You're of no use to anyone if you're dead."

"How much did I drink last night?" I sigh.

"I lost count after five," he says.

"I've got to find Tris. I have to make sure she's okay. It's not like her to just disappear."

That was a lie. She did that all the time. She did it during initiation. She did it more times than I cared for during the war. And she's done it again. But it's different this time. There's no serum that she needs Caleb to research. There's nothing that she needs to risk her life for. This time she disappeared from [i]our[/i] apartment and to my knowledge, no one has seen her.

"I'll help you find her," Zeke agrees. "Maybe she's at Caleb's?"

"Good idea," I say heading towards the door.

"Dude," Zeke laughs.

"What?" I ask hastily.

"You might want to put some shoes on."

I quickly pull my shoes on and drag Zeke out the door. I walk to Caleb's as quickly as Zeke will let me. All of the noise in the compound is killing my head, though. We finally make it to Caleb's and I pound on the door persistently. When he finally opens the door, his eyes are wide and he looks frazzled.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"Is Tris here?" I ask quickly.

"No, she's not," he says, his voice making him sound confused. "Why would she be here?"

"You're her brother," I say. "The first time she went missing she was with you, so I figured she might be this time, too."

"What do you mean missing?"

"I woke up this morning and she was gone."

"She wasn't at breakfast either," Zeke chimes in.

"My little sister is missing?" He asks, directing the question more at himself than us. "We have to find her!"

He slams the door behind him as he runs down the pathway. I really doń know where he's going or how he thinks he's going to find her. He doesn't know where she used to hang out here or who she used to hang out with. He doesn't know anything about her life during the short time that she was in Dauntless. He barely even knows her anymore. But I guess I shouldn't be too hard on him since he wants to help find her. Even though he tried to kill her.