I'm sorry I didn't post for so long, I've been super busy but hopefully this chapter will make up for it! Thank you everyone who reviewed the story, it means a lot to me and I tried to take into consideration all of your ideas, I hope I did an okay job. I know you probably don't want to hear anymore about this kind of stuff so on with the story!

Disclaimer: Sorry I don't have anything even remotely clever to say, I've been writing this story for about three hours on and off, but again you don't care! So in that case, I don't own Divergent!

Eric and Peter drag Four out of the room and I have to make a snap decision, this one decision could mean Four's life or his death. I jump out of bed and yell, "Christina, Will, Al, get up! Four's in trouble!" I hope for the best and run from the room hoping they got my message through their sleep.

I follow them through the halls trying to gage when to strike and where they're going. I finally realize they're going to the training room, where I can guarantee all of the weapons lay, still out from training.

I try to formulate a plan. I mentally kick myself wondering how in the world I managed to get an Erudite response, I'm supposed to be intelligent, right? Thinking like this won't help Four though, soon we reach the training room and I have given up on Christina, Will and Al, but I don't dare leave Four incase something happens when I'm gone.

I sneak in the room and survey my surroundings, I have no idea what to do. Eric and Peter take the struggling Four and tie him up and then they say, "Four, you did a little too well for your own good." Eric takes his fist and punches Four in the nose, it starts gushing blood and I wonder why the Amity chose such a violent color if they are so peaceful. I have to save Four before this gets any farther along. Four struggles but doesn't say anything. Either he is formulating a plan or he honestly doesn't care. I'm hoping for the first option.

Peter picks up a knife from the table and I have to stifle a shriek, they will not get away with this. I won't let them.

Peter brings the knife to Four's face, he leans in close and is about to slice into his skin, but Four spits in his face. "I wonder how you got a Dauntless aptitude, all you are is a coward, tying me up. Not a fair fight, eh Peter? Untie me and lets resolve this in a Dauntless way." This is the first time Four's spoken so far, I almost sigh with relief, before I realize that I'm hiding.

I look around, standing here, helpless is almost killing me. Finally I see what I'm looking for, the guns. They stand halfway across the room and somehow I have to get to the without being seen. A plan starts to formulate. I notice the rafters in the ceiling and I think I could get up to them without being spotted by Eric and Peter, I just have to hope that Four holds out a little longer and that he doesn't give me away with his eyes. It's a lot to hope for.

I make my way over to one of the poles connecting to the ceiling, I brace myself for the long climb ahead of me, for being underground, the ceilings sure are high here. I put my hands high on the pole and jump trying to be as quiet as possible. But it isn't a problem, Eric and Peter are so focused on Four, they're hitting him left and right and with each blow, I feel as if I'm being punched too.

I focus on my task at hand, I've gotten about halfway up before Four spots me, his eyes go wide but I shake my head and try to put a finger to my lips with my arm still wrapped around the post. I continue climbing until I get to the top. I hadn't fully realized how high it was and I'm awfully glad I'm not scared of heights. Now I just have to figure out how to get across the rafters, this was going to be interesting. I start to inch my way across, straddling the beam with my legs and leaning forward, almost like army crawling, but 20 feet in the air.

I didn't realize how far the gun table was, but now I'm regretting I didn't just run across the open space. I make it halfway and my arm muscles are shaking with exhaustion, but I have to keep going for Four's sake.

I pull myself the remaining way and prepare to slide down the next post. Eric and Peter have been continuously punching Four and he looks bloodied and weak. I've never seen him like this, it's almost like not just the physical pain is bothering him, but something mental too. And then it dawns on me, Marcus. He is back in his childhood being beaten not by a belt, but by fists, it's all the same though. He seems weak because he is, Marcus and his memories have made him weak. But not is a pitiful weak, at least not to me, it is a weak that makes him stronger and makes him who he is.

I drop to the floor and grab a gun, I make sure it's loaded and then gather my courage and another gun for Four in my waistband. I switch the safety off and that little click makes Peter and Eric spin around.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here, our second placer! I say Peter, why not take them both out right here and right now." Eric says this with a sneer on his face that makes me want to fire this gun.

Peter just laughs and approaches me. I raise my gun and aim it right for him and move my finger towards the trigger. I don't want to have to do this, but if I have to, I will. I aim just an inch to the right of Peter's foot and fire, the bang deafens me and Peter flinches. "You know I'm not afraid to shoot you Peter." My first words of the night beside the call for help.

"You wouldn't" he says this so confidently I want to just laugh in his face.

Eric isn't so sure though, "Stiff, what are you planning?"

"As if I would tell you!" Four starts to stir and I take this as a good sign, somehow he needs to get untied. I notice the knife in Eric's hand and I try to grab the blinking Four's attention with my eyes, as soon as I do, I move my eyes to the knife, he nods in understanding as Eric and Peter both have their attention on me thinking Four is still knocked out.

Four mouths on three and then starts counting down. Three, two, one. I fire again at Peter and Eric's feet and they jump as Four stands up and swings his chair around to hit Eric, the knife skids on the floor and both he and Four scramble to get it, Four has the more difficult challenge of having his hands tied. I hope for the best and turn my attention to Peter. He is coming towards me, I backpedal towards the punching bags and keep my gun aimed at him.

I'm in the sea of punching bags and I'm hoping they will distract Peter and slow him down while I slip in and out of them. I turn around once I feel like I have a little ground on him and sprint, weaving in and out of the black bags. Behind me I hear Peter curse and see a bag swinging wildly. I grin; my plan has worked. But I still have to save Four.

I run out of the punching bags and hear Peter cursing wildly and tromping through the bags that have started swinging into each other. When I come out of the sea, I see Four has cut himself free and Eric is knocked out cold on the floor. I smile at him and put my finger to my lips and hide behind a punching bag, as Peter comes out from the crashing sea, I stick my foot out and trip him. The look on his face is priceless, I get up on top of him then and knock him out just as Amar taught us.

I rush over to Four's side as he sinks to the ground; he is bleeding in multiple places. "We have to get you to the infirmary!" I say as I knee down to inspect his wounds.

"Tris I'm fine, really, how are you?" His Abnegation is showing through.

"Four, you are obviously not fine, stop acting like an Abnegation!"

"I can't help it!" He says this quickly and then looks shocked that he just admitted this fact. I look back at him shocked, did he just admit he is Divergent? "I didn't mean that, I just meant that I-I" he stumbles over his words.

"Four, I understand what you're saying, we just can't afford to make that mistake other than between the two of us."

"Tris, are you D-"

"Don't say it here, yes, and you?"

"Yes."

"Ok, now we have to get someone before they wake up and you pass out and something else bad happens."

"Tris, I don't want people to know and think I'm weak, can we just leave them and go back?" I think about this for a long time and finally give in. We leave Peter and Eric on the floor and walk or rather limp back to the door, I try to support some of Four's weight, but his shoulder comes up to my head and I feel helpless.

It takes us forever but we finally make it to the door bathrooms, we go through the doors first and I see that Christina, Will and Al are fast asleep. "Thanks a lot you guys." I mutter quietly.

Four and I go into bathroom and I grab a towel from the shelf and wet it with water from the sink. I go over to Four who is sitting on the seat and bring the washcloth gently up to his face to wipe the blood away, he winces, "Sorry, sorry" I mutter quietly. I take my hand away and turn back to the sink to get the towel wetter.

When I turn back around Four has taken off his shirt and I suck in a quick breath. I don't know how to say this, but he is very muscular. I look then and see that he is covered in black and blue bruises.

"Four," I breath the word lightly as if my words could put him in pain, "Look at you."

"I'm fine Tris really," he takes a second towel and starts rinsing the blood off of his bruised skin, I take my towel and I'm hesitant at first to touch him, but I again start to take the blood off of his arms, I'm careful to be gentle and I stop when I notice Four is looking at me.

"What? Am I hurting you?"

"No-no you're fine," he smiles at me and I smile back and I realize how handsome he is. When he sits down his eyes are level with mine and now that I can stare directly into them, I see the depth and color that appear in them, they're mesmerizing. "I just wanted to thank you for saving me, it—it just reminded me of my childhood," he says this last word quietly, as if he's ashamed.

I stay quiet, I don't know what to say, so I wait to see if he'll say more. "I really appreciate your help, all of it, I've never had someone I can open up to and rely on." He speaks quietly and with caution.

I look down and blush; I can't help it. "I don't know what to say, I…"

"You don't have to say anything Tris, I just thought you should know."

We fall silent, but not an uncomfortable silence, a peaceful one. I go back to cleaning the blood off. We work for the next few minutes in silence. Once we're done I look at Four and he looks back at me. Four stands up and he hugs he, and we stay there for a long time. I'm comforted by his arms circling around me, it gives me the assurance that we're okay after tonight.

So I don't know if this last part was like super awkward or anything, but I need a way to get them closer... Hopefully I did an okay job.