Hey guys! Thanks for all of the feedback! So yes there is going to be a LOT of romance in this story once Four comes in. And for the FIRST time, out of all of my stories, I FINALLY figured out how to make Four NOT act all OOC. Oh, and there will be some other romances so don't worry. Anyways, here's a new chapter!

Those Bloody Blue Eyes

Tris

The Factionless Inner Gate

Amar finally sets Caleb and me down. Amar's black leather jacket with the Dauntless symbol is stained with blood and tears. Tears still fall down my cheeks. I glare at Amar as I clench my fists. My jaw clenches as the vivid image of my mother's death is still fresh in my mind.

We're all hushed in silence, the only sound of argument, shouts and cries echo throughout the area before I say in a quiet voice; "You call yourself a trainer? You- you think that you're all...all high in the military, slaying titans and saving lives? How could you save many other lives when you couldn't save my mom?! Or at least Caleb and I could've if you–" I stop. Not wanting to go on.

His brown eyes are glassy and his bottom lip trembles as he says;

"I'm not high in the military. I don't slay titans. I only saved the lives of my comrades by giving them orders. And- and I couldn't save your mother—" His voice cracks.

"I couldn't save Natalie because I'm not brave! I'm not courageous! I'm not some savior! I'm not a hero! I'm a coward." Tears fall down his cheeks.

I remember how Amar and my parents were good friends. He's always been some family friend. An uncle. I don't know if those tears are for my mom, or for his cowardliness, his shame. Maybe both.

I turn to look at Caleb. His cheeks are flushed and damp, eyes bloodshot red. His neck glows a bright red as he runs it with his right hand. Caleb always rubbed his neck when he was scared or upset. Always keeping his thoughts to himself while I on the other hand shared my thoughts. Most of the time.

I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Amar.

"Listen, I'm going to take you both back to the Dauntless Wall. But first, let's gather some supplies and find Eight and his grandfather." He says.

We all nod.

"Okay so I'm going to search the area for them. If they find you two somehow, then shoot this flare gun." He raises the blue colored flare gun. "If something happens, fire the red flare gun." He raises the red flare gun.

"Got it?" He asks.

"Got it," Caleb and I say in unison.

He nods before launching himself into the sky, and disappears.

Caleb rubs his neck a little more. "Oh God, we're all alone. In the Factionless area. Without adult supervision."

I roll my eyes. "Caleb, we have the red flare gun. And I'm pretty sure we can defend ourselves. Or at least I know how to defend myself. But I'm pretty sure that you're smart enough to figure out what to do if something happens."

He nods as his hands drop to his side.

"Tris,"

"Mhm?"

"Do you think dad knows about mom?" He asks.

I sigh as my eyes start to sting. "I highly doubt it."

Its been two hours since Amar left. Caleb and I are starving as we have our backs pressed to the cool brick wall. The cries of the Factionless grow louder by the minute.

"What do you think is going on?" I ask Caleb in a hushed whisper.

"They're probably fighting over the food and shelter. The Factionless never like to share their things. Even if it is the people of the Abnegation." Caleb says as he picks at his grey sleeve.

The shouts and cries suddenly starts to fade. I furrow my brows in confusion. Caleb's hands return to his neck.

"What the–" I'm cut off by a loud screech and explosion.

My ears ring but I instantly grab Caleb and throw him behind a garbage can. I try to follow but the ground trembles as debris and dust flow into the city of the Factionless. I fall onto the ground for what seems the hundredth time. My palms scrape the concrete as I skid into the garbage cans. My ears start to ring.

'Beatrice,' Caleb 'shouts' as he reaches for me.

But the ground shakes again. But not like the explosions we've had today. More like a stampede. I look up to see mob of woman. All crying and shouting. Behind them, some men point guns and daggers at another mob of men.

Everything is a blur as the men who were presumably helping the women fall to the ground. As they fall, their murderers faces twist into an evil sneer as they spot me on the ground. The guy in the middle, who look handsome but scary with face piercings and silver grey hair, pressed into a mohawk points to the women and girls as he gives orders to the other men in black rags. I can't hear anything but the high pitched ring. I turn to Caleb. A vein pops out of his neck as he screams and shouts. There are tears in his eyes and he points to the flare guns on the other side if the alley. I look back at the silver haired man to see him walking up to me in slow motion. A dagger in his right hand, a gag in his left.

There seems to be another explosion as the ground trembles and the silver haired man holds onto the wall to keep himself balanced. He frowns as he yells a bit more before kicking Caleb in the side. Caleb winces as he falls to the ground, skidding right next to me. The man start to kick some more at him as Caleb grabs my hand and says or mouths 'It's alright, it's alright to give up. Just know that whatever you decide to do, I'm doing that too. If you decide to fight, then I'll fight. And I'll go down when you go down.' I know that because he always said that to me during my rough times.

A fire that sparked within me when my mother died fades. The burning passion I had for revenge fades. It might not be alright to give up but I'm not giving up alone. I might have a break from this cruel world. I might see my mom again. Both Caleb and I.

I grit my teeth as searing pain burns through my stomach as he flips me over onto my back. The man smiles through his crooked teeth. But his icy blue eyes show anger and hunger. A hunger to kill.

No. No, it's not alright to give up. Mom would want us to keep fighting. She would want us to survive in this world. Why else would she have given birth to us and decide that it was alright to raise us in a world of chaos and destruction?

The man starts to push my blonde bangs out of my face as his other hands trails down my abdomen. By instinct, I bring up my knee to his groin. His face contorts in pain as he rolls off of me. I clumsily get up from the ground. My legs feel like jello ad I grab the flare guns and Caleb's hand. I hand him the red flare gun before I turn to the man. The ringing in my ear starts to fade. I can now hear but not clearly.

"You little bitch!" He curses as he brings up his dagger.

"And you fatass bastard!" I curse back. I've always had some sort of smart mouth.

He glares as he runs toward me.

"Caleb, fire!" I shriek as the man tackles me. His fingers dig into my shoulders as he throws me to the ground. My head hits the hard concrete floor. Then, the silver man kneels down, his hands grabbing and groping whatever he can find. His dagger finds it's way into my side as I lay there.

There's another explosion as a bright light flashes in the background. I see Caleb punching and slashing at the man in front of me. Then, out of no where, Caleb is pushed off of the man as another man, around my age, with short brown, almost black hair and olive skin slashes at the silver man with his sword. I catch a glimpse of his black cape and silver Dauntless symbol.

He's in the Scout Regiment.

My sight starts to blur as my mind starts to go blank. The last thing I see are the man's memorizing dark blue eyes.

"What's her name?" A female voice asks as I begin to wake up.

But I keep my eyes closed. Too tired and sore to be able to talk to anybody.

I assume that I'm in the infirmary. For as the air smells like plastic and medicine.

"The thing is, I don't really know. I just found her in the alley. I think those two men were attacking her." A deep voice says. His voice is... it's something I can't describe.

But his assumption is wrong.

"Well, one of the men, , is the ring leader of a gang who live and hunt in the Factionless alleys. The other wasn't a man. He's a boy. Caleb Prior. Son of Andrew Prior."

"Hunt?" The man asks.

"That gang is notorious for raping and killing females from the ages of six to thirty. And also young boys. This girl is lucky. If she hadn't fought back, she would've gotten more then what she has now." The feminine voice says.

At this, my eyes snap open as I try to get up. A gasp escapes my lips as the rest of my body doesn't cooperate. My head falls back onto the pillow. The back of my head burns in pain.

I look up to see a nurse with red hair and the soldier with blue eyes staring down at me intently.

"What?" I ask hoarsely. I have to clear my throat as the red headed nurse rushes to my side, giving me a cup of water.

The soldier shakes his head.

"Melody, can you–"

"Of course, sir. I'll just check up on Caleb Prior." She says as she leaves the small white room quietly.

"Are you alright?" He asks once the door is shut.

I nod but noticeably wince. "Yup," I lie. "Just peachy,"

He gives me a look.

I sigh. "No, I'm not."

He nods as he walks towards me.

"Tell me where it hurts. Okay?" He asks.

"Kay," I say breathlessly.

His hands slowly move to my right side. He gently nudges it, which sends a jolt of electricity through my body. The problem is, I don't know if it's from the pain or his hand.

He looks at me, his blue eyes twinkle in the light. Making them shine brighter than they normally do.

I shake my head. He proceeds moving to my stomach. He presses it. Hard.

I whimper in pain.

He cringes. "Sorry,"

"It's... It's alright." I say.

He removes his hands and turns to grab some ointment on the desk beside my bed. I immediately miss the warmth of his hand. Which is strange.

"What's your name?" I ask quietly.

"Four," He pauses. "Now, what's your name?" He asks.

I open my mouth to say 'Beatrice,' but Beatrice doesn't feel right to me. I don't feel comfortable giving a soldier, a member of the Scout Regiment my full name. Plus, his name seems to be nickname. Four can't be his real name.

"Tris. Tris Prior." At this, his eyes widen.

Probably realizing that he had presumably beat my own brother.

"Is Caleb Prior–"

"Yes, he's my brother." I say as I roll my eyes. "I'm injured. Not deaf."

He nods sheepishly.

"Is Amar here?" I ask.

He nods.

"Is Eight here with him?"

He knits his brow in confusion. "Who?"

"Was there a boy and a man with him?"

He nods as bends over, trying to reach the gauze on the other side of the bed. That's when his cape moves a little behind his neck, revealing a tattoo. But I don't get a chance to see it as he moves away.

"What happened out there?" I ask.

"Finally, I thought you'd never ask." He pauses as he walks over the side of the room, opens a cabinet and grabs a bottle of alcohol and cotton balls.

"The man who had attacked you, Thomas, was a part of a gang in the Factionless who rapes and kills females and young boys. When the titans came waltzing into the Abnegation area, they took that as a chance to capture all of the fleeing women and children. They set off multiple bombs to make more and more people flee." He says as he grabs a cotton ball damp with alcohol and shows it to me.

"This might sting a bit." He says as he unwraps the gauze around my ribs to reveal a nasty, bloody gash between my ribs. The skin around it is either scratched or bruised.

"Is this the only one?" I ask.

He chuckles a bit.

"I'm sorry but no. You have about three stab wounds, a big gash in your head, a lot of bruises and a couple of broken bones. But some of 'em don't seem to be from that attack." He says suspiciously.

I bite my lip.

I won't say anything. I can't say anything. I can't cry in front of him. I can't show weakness.

He sighs and shakes his head. He dabs the cotton ball around the gash, sending jolts of pain up my body.

I grit my teeth to keep from crying.

He dabs the cotton ball a little closer to the wound.

A whimper escapes my lips.

He cringes a bit. But quickly recomposes himself.

Minutes later, there's a pounding on the door.

"I'm sorry, sir. But the patient in this room is being nursed right now and I don't think she wants to be–" The nurse's voice is cut off by a man's voice.

"Let me in, I have to see her. She's my daughter!" Dad.

"The patient in this room is unidentifiable. But your son is in the room down–"

"I know that! I just talked to him. His sister, my daughter, is in this room!" Dad shouts.

There's some movement and shuffling before the door opens.

There, stands my father, his green eyes widen as he sees me.

"Beatrice?"

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