Author's Note: My bad y'all I should also update this story too. I assure you all it will be finished eventually just wait and watch. I'll start. Apologies I'm going to write a little short chapter.

Eric POV:

I couldn't believe this. The dungeon was silent now. I heard footsteps earlier and was pretty sure Jeanine had left. Tris wasn't yelling either so she must've passed out or Peter had also left. I thought to myself what to do. Was it really worth going through all this? My own mother lied to me for my own life. Yes, I was thankful she raised me, but that didn't excuse her actions. I was cruel and I knew that, but I didn't expect my own blood to be this cruel to me. She planned out my whole life under the guise that she was protecting me. She sent me to Dauntless so I could be stronger and I always tried to be. I listened to everything she said. Who knew she was just planting me in another faction for more power. She was wrapped up in her own delusional love story. She said I was a mistake.

Tris wasn't at fault. No matter how much I wanted to hate her, I couldn't. She was a victim of the situation and probably had it worse off than me. I knew her father- or I should say our father- practically abandoned her once she joined the Dauntless. It was an ages-old habit of his desert situations that required too much of his effort.

No. I couldn't go through with this. Tris might hate me, but I owed it to her to get her out of the situation I put her in. I stood up from my chair, glancing at the office for one last time. I have to fix this.

Tris POV:

I groaned as my head hit the board I was chained to. This was surreal. I couldn't believe my own father was this much of a coward. I was ready to give up. I didn't want to live if someone who abandons a pregnant mother is my father. He didn't even bother to see me once I changed factions. He had always been distant that I should've expected this. Despite acting kind and being the leader of Abnegation, he always had a cold aura. Something that always felt off about him. He never told us he was from Erudite.

I winced as I felt a knife pierce my leg. Through blurry vision, I saw Peter crouched down, carving into my leg like it was a pumpkin. Looks like he actually returned. His moral compass must've been lost at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean.

I wanted to hurl. I could feel the sticky dry blood on my leg snagging against the jean fabric. I heard steps approach the room. Not again. I glared at the entrance as Eric entered. Except, he seemed nervous.

"What do you want?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he walked around the room as if to make sure no one was here. Peter ignored him and continued to play connect four on my skin. Eric picked up a knife on the table behind me. He could not be serious right now. He came to stand in front of me, only a few feet away. Peter looked at him for the first time since he entered the room and then stepped back grinning. This was it. I was going to die. At first glance, I thought Eric was looking at me, but his gaze was locked elsewhere. He reeled the knife back, practicing as if he were about to strike me.

"Do it!" Peter yelled.

I screamed as he threw the knife. My eyes were shut tight, nearly popping the blood vessels in my eyelids. I heard a glass shattering and opened one eye to see Eric standing there, staring at me. For once, I saw no evil in his eyes. In fact, I thought I picked up some regret. Without saying anything, he stepped closer removing my wrists from the chains they were held in.

"What are you doing?!" Peter rushed forward to attack him.

Eric punched him, sending him flying onto the ground. The dust that had accumulated over the past days swirled in a mini tornado around him. Eric stomped over and started kicking him, not looking where he hit. I stared with widened eyes, stunned at the scene before me. A few minutes later, Peter was unconscious on the floor. There seemed to be more blood than body. I couldn't recognize his face as it was bruised black and blue. Eric turned around and went back to free my arms.

"I'm getting you out of here," He said nonchalantly. What?!

"I know you're lying," I replied.

"Tris no," He paused. His eyes were soft, as if I were looking into the eyes of a young boy who had been scolded and not someone who just tried to murder me.

He continued to remove the chains as he said, "I overheard what Jeanine said. I didn't know about any of this. I know you hate me, but I was wrong and I know that." he sighed.

"You're not lying?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No. I regret my actions. I'm going to try and make things right. I won't ask you to forgive me; I don't know if I can forgive myself at this point. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Jeanine couldn't be the sister I wanted, but I'll try to be the best brother you deserve." I stared at him.

The Eric was apologizing to me? I was dumbfounded. This honestly felt like a dream and I was expecting myself to wake up next to Tobias, ready to tell him the crazy nightmare I just had.

"Tris." I focused back on him.

"Please," he said with his hands clasped together. "Let me help you this time."

I didn't have anything to lose. He didn't seem like he was lying, but even if he was I couldn't do anything about it. He did just beat up Peter so maybe he was telling the truth and had a change of heart. I simply nodded as he finished unchaining me.

"Let's go." He gently grabbed my hand leading me to the doorway.

I wanted to pull free from the grasp, but I could barely stand on my own. Even with his help, I was stumbling all over the place. He peeked out into the hallway, probably confirming no one was there. He lead me closer, steadying me by the shoulders as we quietly walked down the hall. I saw stairs at the end that he had to practically carry me up, pushing open the door at the end with his leg. We were finally above ground. I couldn't believe it. I felt the cool breeze on my face and it felt like a knife passing through my wounds; I was grateful nonetheless. Eric shrugged off his jacket and hung it around my body. I didn't refuse. I'd see where this goes.

Tobias POV:

"We found them," Max said as I barged into the room, Zeke on my tail.

"The tap on Eric's phone finally went through. They seem to be located at some place between the Erudite and Dauntless compound." Max zoomed in on the map, circling in red the last location of Eric's phone.

It had been days since I last saw Tris. My heart ached for what she could be going through. She wasn't safe even in the Dauntless compound and I had no clue what state she was in now that she wasn't even on the premises.

"Grab the rest of our group. We're leaving tonight." I turned on my heel as I heard Zeke start calling our friends. Max was helping him explain the situation. I'm committing a murder tonight.