Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Avery. All characters are displayed as I saw them in both the books and the movies, this of course if how I feel about them and are in no way a reflection of how they really are in the book. Also my stories are usually rooted in music and adds to the essence of the story. I will have a song posted at the end of each chapter to help establish a feel for the chapter and story. Also it's just good music I would like to share with you guys too! Let me know what you think, I'm open to reviews and suggestions always!

Crazy in Love
Prologue: In a daze

"I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
And I still don't understand
Just how your love could do what no one else can"

It felt like electricity every time. Every time he ran his fingers lightly over my back. Every time he kissed my neck. Pulled me too him. He was a hard individual to know, to love but, here alone, with me, he was perfect. The right kind of roughness, on top of a soft interior. He knew how to treat a woman. Kissing me deeply he pulled me back toward his bed. It was like this every night. He would invite me over after he was finished with work. He would make dinner and we would share the meal. Talk. Every night ended in passion. It was perfect, like a dream. We couldn't get enough of each other. Pushing him back down on the mattress I climbed over him. I knew where this would lead. Leaning down to claim another kiss, he stops me. His hand against the side of my face, closing my eyes I lean into his hand enjoying the warmth.

"Tell me what you know." a voice breaks the silence, one that it not his. My eyes snap open and I am blinded by light. Looking around in panic I gasp for air. The apartment has dissolved around me and I am now in a dark and damp barn. People surrounded the platform in the middle. I had been tied to a chair in the center of the platform. A shadowy figure now towered over me. A fist connected with my jaw causing my head to whip back. Reality. My mind clouded. How did I get here?

"Tell us what you know!" the voice shouted at me this time. The hit woke me up fully and I had to shake my mind clear. I must have passed out or put myself in a dreamlike state to numb the pain. This was the first real predicament of my life. Tied to a chair surrounded by an enemy faction. Well my now enemy faction. All of them looking in waiting, waiting for me to spill my guts to the shadowy figure in front of me. Wait for me to tell them what I knew. In reality I knew nothing at this point. My head was too foggy to remember how I even got tied to the chair. My hands were tied behind my back but not to the chair. I took mental note of that before flexing my legs to test the bounds there. My feet were lightly tied to the chairs. Trust me this is not how I intended to spend my evening. I wanted to be back in his apartment, with him.

Ignoring the shadowy figures requisition for information again I tried to force myself back into my dream like state. My mind tried to sort out what had happened before I woke up in this barn. It was all problematic up to this point, that was all that I knew and that the shadowy figure and those around me were my enemies. Another hit landed on my face when I remained silent. Darkness flooded my mind and I tried to grasp at it. I wanted him to knock me out, finish it. End my suffering. Lead me back to my dreams of him.

I looked up at the shadowy figure raging holy hell on my face. Asking for answers that my foggy head could not give. I shook my head, looking away from him. I was in too much of a daze to see the answers he wanted. Even if I had them, I knew I wouldn't give them over to him. Wait who was this guy anyway? The one beating me up. He was tall and wore all grey. His eyes were black but his face eluded me at that moment. Damn this foggy brain. "Wake up!" I screamed to myself. I knew not to panic, we were taught to stay calm, so I would in this moment. Looking back up at him, I tried to think of who he was but was soon rewarded with another hit the face.

"Maybe we should use more extreme measures?" a voice from the crowd mentioned. Extreme? What the hell did that mean, I was tied to a chair, with no way to defend myself. Wasn't that extreme enough? A boy was called over by a pair of figures that stood in the distance. They had said something to the boy and he was gone. This whole day was hell. I could only imagine what they had in store for me before the days end. None of this made any sense. I tried to get my mind to focus, to clear itself. Smack. I was being hit again, over and over. I had faced my fair share of beatings in the past but this was overkill in my mind. Can I just tap out now and take a nap. I groaned leaning back in the chair looking up at the figure towering over me. That face, I knew him, who was he? I had seen him before. "Think!" my mind screamed again.

I did not have any information that they needed. Or did I? "No!" I screamed to myself. That is what they wanted. Soon I would be spilling information that they didn't need but would still benefit them. My aggressor turned away from me and walked over to the two individuals at the back of the barn. They were exchanging words I could not hear. Shaking the fogginess from my head I tried to think. Looking around the room I saw a sea of grey. I was in an abnegation barn. Wait. Abnegation don't have barns and didn't we just invade their compound? Where were the dauntless? My mind raced as it began to sort out the facts. Taking in the environment I made a conclusion to myself. We had to be in amity, my old home. Maybe the abnegation sought refuge there after the dauntless had invaded their compound, set on killing them all. I had no part in it. Or did I? "Stop it!" my mind was losing it slightly I could tell. Going back and forth wasn't helping me at all. However, I did manage to get a few facts straight. Just a few and none to helpful to me.

I hated this barn, I always did. My childhood was spent here against my will. Dances, celebrations, almost every day off we earned had to be spent here. I called it mandatory fun. I was never happy enough to share in the joy of the events. I wanted to be left alone, like now. How does abnegation waltz into an amity compound and turn their festivity barn into a torture cell? Maybe they didn't know, the leaders wouldn't stand for any of this. Glancing around the room, I tried to look for an escape. I knew the barn well but I had to get away from the people first. Looking over to the three individuals at the back of the barn whispering, I tried to focus on their voices. Who were they? "You know them."my mind told me and chuckled. If my mind were a person I would have strangled it by know. It had a point thought. I did know these people. Pain enveloped me fully. Groaning I let my head fall to my chest, tired from holding it up.

"Where have you been?" his voice! My head shot up and I was no longer tied to the chair. I was leaning on the inside of his apartment door, watching him in the kitchen. I knew that this wasn't real and that I had passed out in reality. It was almost like a lucid dream. I could do whatever I wanted no consequence. I would make the most of this moment, knowing full well what was in store for me on the other side. He gave me a strange look when I did not reply and I smiled meekly back at him. Approaching him I embraced him in the tightest hug that I could muster. It felt so real, I needed it to be real. He chuckled into my hair and returned the hug. "Hard day my love?" his love. I smiled into his chest as I shook my head. He had no idea. Taking in a deep breath I sighed. He smelled so good to me, he always had. He had his own musky smell along with whatever soap they sold us in the compound. Either way, he smelled good, that's points in any women's sane logic of men. I felt his hands slide up my arms lightly, sending electricity down my spine. His hands on my shoulders he attempted to push me away from him, I refused. He laughed again and kissed my temple. "Come on, I let me see that beautiful face." I sighed, it was a dream anyway what could go wrong. Pushing back away from him I was met with a shocked face, one that I returned.

"Who did this to you?" he was angry and it confused me. His hands came quickly up to my face and I winced in pain. Reality. It was coming back and controlling my pleasant dream with him. Gripping my shoulders he shook me hard. That was unexpected. Gripping his arms I looked up at him tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't speak. "Tell me who!" he was shouting now, shaking me. Looking around the room I found a mirror on the far wall. Funny he didn't have mirrors in his living area. I saw my reflection. My face was battered. I sobbed. Reality was coming back for me. Turning back I was met with the face of the shadow figure. The one in my mind I still couldn't sort out. Screaming I jumped back away from him. Stumbling over my own feet, I fell back into a chair. The figure stood over me again. I looked about the room hoping to find the help I had hoped for but saw I was only in the barn again.

"Tell us what you know!" the voice was screaming, the crowd around him was feeding off this. Getting chants in agreement. They were frustrated as well. I knew I would be hung by a tree by the end of this day. I looked back up at him glaring. I was angrier at the fact that he tore me from my dream. Again. A strike came again, whipping my head back in pain. "Marcus." my mind didn't scream this time it only whispered to me. Looking back up at the shadowy figure that haunted me this day I saw him. Marcus Eaton. That man that was at every choosing ceremony, even my own. Blood filled my mouth.

"I don't know anything." I said before spitting the blood back at him. Causing him to take a step back. My mind was clearing quickly this time. He stepped forward and struck me again. I laughed aloud. "Maybe if you let a girl think for a moment!" I shouted up to him. He glared down at me. Twisting my neck slightly I let I crack. I stretched in the chair. My old self was coming back. I fought to figure out what had knocked me that much out of my senses in the first place. I knew it wasn't Marcus hitting me. Be punched in the face was nothing. Smirking up at him I took a breath. "What is it that you want to know?" he had failed to mention that or I had missed it in my daze before my beatings.

"Eric." was all that came to his mouth and I looked away. I was confused. Eric? What the fuck? Eric! He wanted to know about Eric. I figured he wanted to know the part I played in all this. My mind raced quicker than it ever had, letting all the events flow back into my mind. I remembered everything. The who, what, where, when, and fucking why of it all. I was my old self again. Thank god and frankly, I was pissed. They were using me to get to Eric and this was stalling. I knew it. Eric had been a key player in what had happened to the abnegation but he never spoke to me about nor let me be involved. Even though I was leadership, I was kept pretty much in the dark about the attack. Maybe this whole thing was to get Eric to come after me so they would have more people to interrogate. They sucked at it either way.

"What about him." I spoke softly rolling my eyes up to him. The boy from earlier returned and handed something over to Marcus. It was too quick of a transaction for me to see what it was. Marcus took it and placed his hand behind his back. Approaching me he smirked and leaned forward toward me.

"I want to know everything." I smirked back at him. He needed new questions or a lesson in interrogation 101. Feeling at the bonds around my hands, I felt them loosen slightly. I would answer some of his questions to distract him from what I was attempting to do. I looked around the room and shrugged. Working at the bonds.

"What makes you think I know anything?" I asked and was rewarded with a hit. I half laughed and groaned. Could I get a time out? Maybe he didn't like sarcasm. I was always sarcastic, even when I didn't want to be.

"You're his lover, his partner, his everything from what I hear." Marcus said to the crowd and my smile turned into a scowl. So he was using me. Maybe Eric was here. Maybe. Marcus came in closer, placing his hand on the back of the chair our faces were inches apart. "You going to tell me everything you know about him Avery." my eyes focused on the hand behind his back. "Or else." he finished with a whisper in my ear. Or else what? He would hit me again. Please. He stepped back and shrugged "Well?" he asked. I sighed, this would never end. Open ended questions would not help him nor my sarcasm.

"Well I can tell you a few things about Eric actually." looking up at Marcus his face lit up with expectation. I couldn't help what flew out of my mouth. "he's about 6 foot one, two hundred something pounds of pure muscle, arrogant, hansom." glancing up at Marcus who did not look too thrilled at my answer, I finished my statement to him. "At least he doesn't beat me for fun." I expected another hit because of the jab toward Marcus but I did not come. Marcus gave an evil smirk and approached me like before. Placing a hand on the back of the chair he leaned in close.

"You think your funny don't you? Real comedian." I tried to lean back away from him but my bonds and chair prevented it. My ears caught sound of a clicking noise and I moved to figure out its origin. "See, at all those faction leader meetings, I thought that you had some real potential. That dauntless and abnegation could finally come to terms." I rolled my eyes. He didn't know a thing about me. Pain consumed my face suddenly and I gasped. He had grabbed it without warning. His other hand revealed what it had been hiding. A pair of pliers. Pressing them to my temple he latched them onto the piercings there. So this was extreme. I tried to focus on freeing my hands. "I'm done playing games Avery, tell us what you know about Eric's involvement with Erudite." my breath was ragged and I tried to control it. I knew what was going to happen. I would not call his bluff on this one. However, I would not betray Eric, even if I knew every last detail.

I told you what I know." I said softly. I felt the tug of the pliers on my piercing. I had gotten them to catch Eric's attention, I would never have admitted it to him, though I wish I had. Where was Eric? Tears formed in my eyes. He was my white knight, where was he. Taking a deep breath I looked up at Marcus. Tears flowing freely out of my eyes. "And what I know for certain." I paused, as did Marcus, his grip loosening slightly letting me continue. "Eric will kill you when this is all over." I whispered. Pain shot through my temple. He had done it. Ripped my piercing and the surrounding skin away. I scream out. Blood quickly began to flow from the wound. Marcus walked back over to the pair in the back of the barn. My hands were free at this point, I used the moment and adrenalin to yank them free. The entire time we had exchanged words I had managed to do it but not soon enough to stop him from tearing skin from my face. This was going to be my only chance this moment.

Before I knew it myself I had freed my feet. The chair was old enough to where I was able to break it under my weight, freeing my feet. Standing quickly I bolted from the barn. I knew of the back entrance, it lead out to the orchard. The orchard. It would lead me straight to the wall, to the dauntless. Sprinting as fast as my feet would carry me I made my way through the trees. The wall was in the distance. I would make it. I heard people chasing after me but they failed to have my speed. I grew up running around the amity fields. I knew them well. I knew exactly where the main gate was. Without slowing down regardless of the pain my body felt I ran down one of the aisles between fields. People turning to look on as I passed them. The wall got closer and closer. I shouted out the Dauntless guards at the top. I heard shouts in reply. The gate opened quickly and I darted through. Sliding to a stop in front of a large armored vehicle I gasped. The gate closed behind me. Guns were pointed in my direction. Raising my hands in defeat as I gasped for air I scanned the crowd. Every one of them I knew and they knew me.

"Please tell me you're still not under simulation?" I asked and they all glanced at each other. They weren't, they wouldn't do that if they were. There was hope for me still.

"No, they're not." his voice. Eric. Turning to it, I watched as he stepped out from behind a vehicle. I lowered my hands and the soldiers their guns. I took in air almost forgetting to breathe. Eric approached me slowly, he was limping. I must look a mess. Stopping inches from me he looked down at me in disgust. I have never seen that face before. "Who did this to you?" he asked, calm. Something was wrong. Did I do something wrong?

"Marcus." I whispered. I could see anger rising in his blood. He nodded and motioned to a pair of soldiers. They quickly moved and grabbed me by the arms. I struggled against them as Eric turned away. "Wait, what did I do!?" I shouted at his back. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, confused slightly. "Please, Eric, I don't remember much of anything. What did I do?" Eric stepped back up to me.

"You protected them." he whispered. Wait who? Who did I protect? "Then you shot Me." the memory flew back. I did shoot him. Shit. Looking back to him, my body shaking. Maybe I should go back to Amity. "Take her to the holding cells." wait this couldn't be happening. Marcus was right. Eric and I. Just last night everything was perfect a night of passion and now he ordered me to the cells. I struggled hard against the soldiers and managed to break free of the grasp. Quickly I made my way to Eric. I wanted to understand what was happening. I wanted him. A loud shot echoed through the air. I paused inches from him. Eric turned to me at the sound confused. Everything had happened so fast. Pain soared through my back. I reached a hand out to him as I fell to my knees. Eric moved quick and caught me mid fall, laying me on the grass. I gasped for air. I saw Eric yelling but I did not hear him. He gripped me tightly to him as I tried to focus on what just happened. His expression changed to concern. He reached down and brushed my hair from my face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. Reaching up to him. Was this how it was going to end? Really? Staring up into his green eyes. I gasped for air. This wasn't fair. Eric's body shook against mine. Emotion was boiling up in both of us with no way to release it. People moved, scattered around him. I reached up to him. He grabbed my hand from the air and brought it to his lips. "Can we just go home?" I asked. He laughed, looking down at me. That was my Eric. I felt his lips on mine. One last time. Air escaped me. The world was black. Shit this was really the end.

A/N: Adding small updates to round of the story. Music is a big part of my story so I will add a soundtrack song for each chapter and a link.

Sofia Karlberg has an amazing voice and you can find her cover of "Crazy in Love" by Beyonce on you tube, I recommend her covers to everyone.