Divergent by Veronica Roth - Fanfiction - Four and Tris's Dorm Scene in - Four's Proseptive (Remake)

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This scene is all about when Tris gets abducted and hung over the chasm. If you've read the book already, we know that Four comes and helps her. This is a remake of this scene in Four's perspective. I've added some new thoughts for Four. Please read!

Submitted: September 16, 2013

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Submitted: September 16, 2013



This is my remake of the dorm scene in Four’s prospective. Four is a Dauntless trainer, he trains the initiates to become Dauntless; the Dauntless are the brave. Tris is one of the initiates.


I keep thinking about it, about her first simulation test results; I keep thinking about her. In her simulation it targeted her fears, and she was attacked by a bunch of crows. She got out of there in about 3 minutes which is faster than usual, how could she have gotten out so fast? I don't even have to ask, I already know the answer. I know she’s Divergent, like me. I’ve known it ever since she was the first jumper off the building on the first day of initiation; I was even there to watch her jump. I’ve kept my eyes on her ever since, but I hope no one else has. This information can’t get out, or she’ll be dead. I’ve been in the control room all night just sitting here. Everyone’s already in bed. Every time I try and get up, my head just replays the scene of Tris when she was in her simulation. She was screaming and crying out for help as the crows attacked her, all I was thinking was that Tris can do it; she’ll get out of there. It was tearing me up inside, watching someone suffer; watching her suffer. Why do I care about her so much? I need to stop thinking about her, for her safety I have to. I’m quiet for a moment and think about how this will all turn out, will Tris and I – my thoughts get interrupted by a scream. A girl’s scream. I get up almost instantly and start running hard to the door. Please don’t be Tris, I say to myself. My heart pounds and beats faster every step I take. Who could be out this late?

I get to the chasm, I heard the scream there I think. I see 3 or 4 dark figures; luckily the light from the sky helps me see. I examine the scene and I see that Drew is watching two males hang a scrawny girl over the edge. It’s Tris. One of them is holding up Tris over the chasm by her throat. Anger quickly fills me inside and I instantly go after Drew and start beating him. He groans and he gets me in the upper lip. He’s trying to fight back and lets out a scream, I knock him unconscious. The other two notices and they start running, Tris falls to her death. She lets out a faint scream and I run to her. I look over the chasm thinking that she would be splat on the ground; chills start to build up inside of me. I look down and she gets me by surprise, we’re looking directly at each other. I can see the pain in her eyes, her big light blue eyes. She hung on to the railing. Smart move. She says my name weakly and I quickly reach down and grip her tightly and I get her up. I gather her and put my arms under her knees gently. I have to get her help but I don’t trust anyone else to take care of Tris. And I’d rather do it myself. She buries her head into my left shoulder and she’s out cold. I don’t even look back to see if Drew is okay. Who were the other two? Who else would’ve wanted to bring pain to Tris? But that answer is obvious. Peter. She ranked highest out of all the initiates for stage 2 of initiation, even the Dauntless born ones. Whoever the other coward was, I don’t care. Right now I need to get Tris better; I carry her to my dorm. She’s almost weightless, so small, and so fragile in my arms.

I’ve been walking for 45 minutes. I didn’t want to run, that’d be too painful for Tris. I finally arrive at my room and set her gently on my bed. I look out the door to see if anyone was following me. No one seems to have so I lock the door behind me. I grab an ice pack from my fridge and set it on Tris’s head with one hand and fix the pillow under her with the other hand. I just stare at her. I start talking to her and tell her everything. I tell her that everything is going to be alright, that she’ll be safe, that I know she’s divergent, that I’m here for her and that she can trust me. She is unconscious so my words are left unheard, but at least I got them all out. I wish I could say this to her when she is actually conscious. Her face is now full of small cuts and her head and mouth is bleeding. I grab a towel and blot her head and mouth. The towel quickly turns red and I need to wring it out. I change the towel every 10 minutes; I need to keep me busy so I don’t over think by PhraseFinder\">againarrow-10x10.png.

It’s been 2 hours. I notice the icepack is turning to liquid so I grab it and replace it with a colder one. I walk over to the washroom and wash all the blood from the towel by PhraseFinder\">againarrow-10x10.png. How did she get into that situation? Everyone must have been in bed, so she couldn’t have gotten taken when she was sleeping without getting noticed. Why would she be wondering out late at night? I keep glancing at her everyone minute just in case she wakes up, but she never does. I decide to go bring Drew to the infirmary, but I wish I could just leave him there but I can’t. Not after what he did to Tris, not after what they did to Tris. I leave Tris alone for a while and go back to the chasm.

I get to the chasm and pick Drew up. I don’t even try to be gentle while carrying him, I’m too furious. I drop him off in the infirmary he gets consciousness and mumbles something in a weak voice, but I don’t quite catch his words. I decide to head out before anyone can ask how he got like this. On the way, I keep thinking about Tris. Did Drew and them know she’s divergent and decided to kill her? If they know then who else knows? But if Drew and the others figured it out, Eric or anyone of the Dauntless leaders would have known by now too, and they would’ve killed her by now. This can’t happen to her again, I won’t be there to save her, she has to learn to defend herself on her own. I quietly run back to my dorm. My thoughts make it seem like I’ve been running for hours. I hope she didn’t wake up yet, I want to be there when she does.

I get back to my dorm and glance at the clock; I took about 45 minutes to get there and back. I take a quick glance at Tris, and she hasn’t moved an inch, her chest still rising ever so slightly. I head into the bathroom and I’m back to rinsing out the towel. The towel is well beyond clean but I can’t seem to move. I’m frozen on this spot just like how I’m stuck in a problem  I think I’ll never seem to get out of.

My almost frozen hands releasing waves of shiver down my body and this jumps me back into reality. I glance back at Tris again and she moves her head slowly and painfully in my direction but she doesn’t seem to notice me. She’s finally up, but what do I do? My actions are always uncertain with her around, that's what she does to me. I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and notice I have a cut on my lip from Drew, bastard. I turn off the water and dry my hands and quickly grab the towel and ice pack and close the bathroom lights. I try and walk towards her calmly, but my hearts beating fast as I appraoch her. She gets me so nervous I don’t know why. She looks up at me and our eyes meet.

“Your hands,” she croaks out.

Sometimes, she is so Abnegation. Knowing how Tris is, she is worried about me more than herself even after everything she’s been through. I love that about her, she's so selfless. I quickly dismiss her worries and reply back.

“My hands are none of your concern.”

I gently rest myself beside her and lean closer to her to slip the icepack gently under her head. Before I can pull away she reaches out to touch to side of my lip where Drew got me. I’m so close to her I can feel her breathing, I don’t want to move. Her thumb traces over my lips and to my cut and I break the silence.

“Tris, I’m alright”. I try to reassure her.

“Why were you there?” She asks as she draws her hand back. 

“I was coming back from the control room, I heard a scream.” I reply back. 

“What did you do to them?” She asks.

“I by PhraseFinder\">depositedarrow-10x10.png Drew at the infirmary a half hour ago.”

I remember what Drew was trying to say to me now and I repeat it to Tris. “Peter and Al ran, Drew claimed they were just trying to scare you. At least I think that’s what he was trying to say.”

“He’s in bad shape?” She asks.

“He’ll live,” I reply back. “In what condition, I can’t say.” I add bitterly.

Al... Who would’ve known he’d be after Tris. I can tell she’s angry about all of this because she squeezes my forehand tightly.

“Good.” She says fiercely.

She starts crying suddenly. I pull my arm by PhraseFinder\">freearrow-10x10.png from her tight grasp and rest my hand on the side of her face and skim her cheek bones with my thumbs carefully, she’s so warm against my cold fingers. I hope this comforts her.

“I could report this,” I say. I already know that she wouldn’t want me too report this because this would make her seem weak or scared to the others. I ask anyways.

“No, I don’t want them to think I’m scared.” I nod in agreement and I start stroking her checks.
“I knew you would say that,” I reply with a smile. She doesn’t like showing weakness.

“You think it’s a bad idea if I sat up?” She says.
“I’ll help you,” I reply.

I grip her shoulders with one hand and hold her head with my other hand as she pushes herself up. She tries to hide her pain but gives out a quiet groan.

“You can let yourself be in pain, it’s just me here.” I reassure her.

I wish I could say the things I said when she was unconscious now, but I decide to not and just hand her the ice pack. She bites her lip and tears start running down her face by PhraseFinder\">againarrow-10x10.png. I say and do nothing. All the pain she was holding back from the day she chose Dauntless is coming out right now. She’s been strong since day one and I almost forgot about the pain people hold back in Dauntless. Do the other initiates cry like this when they’re alone? Do the other Dauntless leaders cry? I don’t. I’ve learned to hold in my tears and try to forget about the pain. No more tears come out, she settles down and I break the silence.

“I suggest you rely on your transfer friends to protect you from now on,” I say.

I won’t be there to protect her.

“I thought I was,” she replies.

She presses her hand to her forehand and rocks herself back and forth; I could tell she was thinking about Al’s betrayal. Al was one of the people she thought she could trust, I even trusted him with her too. She lets out a little cry.

“He wanted you to be the small, quiet girl from Abnegation,” I say softly.

“He hurt you because your strength made him feel weak. No other reason.” I add.

This is true though, she looked like such a weak little girl from Abnegation, a Stiff. She started off as a weak little girl; at least on the outside it seemed like it. She was way stronger than anyone would think. Way smarter too. No one would’ve thought she would make it this far in initiation, except for me. I knew she had Dauntless potential ever since she jumped off the building. She just nods.

“The others won’t be as jealous if you show some vulnerability. Even if it isn’t real.” I say. She’s too strong to show vulnerability, when she’s hurt she never shows it. But in this case she has too.

She raises an eyebrow at me and asks, “You think I have to pretend to be vulnerable?”

“Yes I do,” I reply. You are the strongest girl I've ever come across in my life. I admire her greatly for her strength, if only she knew.

I take the icepack from her, my fingers brushing on hers and I hold the icepack to her head. She puts her arm down and I readajust myself closer to her. I’m just an instructor to her, I’m just an instructor to her, I repeat to myself in my head; but honestly I don’t know what I am to her or what she is to me. 

“You’re going to want to march into breakfast tomorrow and show your attackers they had no effect on you, but let that bruise on your check show, and keep your head down”. I say firmly. Just an instructor.

“I don’t think I can”, she says as she lifts her head and our eyes meet.

“You have to”. I say.

“I don’t think you get it”, she says bitterly. “They touched me”.

My entire body tightens at her words. I clench my hands tightly around the icepack. The thought of someone touching Tris fills me with anger.

“Touched you”, I repeat bitterly.

“Not . . . in the way you’re thinking”, she clears her throat, “but . . . almost”. She adds.

I look away from her. I fall silent and hatred runs through me. She was outnumbered by the 3 males, both bigger than her. This all reminds me of my past, of my dad. I left him and chose dauntless 2 years ago but I still remember it clearly. I don’t think that memory will ever leave me, ever.

“What is it?” She finally asks. I’ve been quiet for so long, I even forgot she was here.

“I don’t want to say this, but I feel like I have to. It is more important for you to be safe than right, for the time being. Understand?” I say changing the subject. I don’t want to go into personal things about me, not yet. Not here. She thinks about it for a while and nods.

“But please, when you see an opportunity . . .” I press my hand to her check and I tilt her head up so our eyes meet again. “Ruin them,” I say sternly.

She gives out a laugh. “You scare me a bit Four,” she replies.  

I give a quick smile but I quickly go back into a serious tone. “Do me a favor . . . and don’t call me that,” I say.

“What should I call you then?” She asks.

“Nothing,” I take my hand from her face, “yet,” I add. Those are my last words to her.

I wish she knew me, the real me. Four is the name they gave me when I came here, it's the only name peole know me by. This isn’t a good time to tell her my real self so my words are left unsaid, again. That night I let her sleep in my dorm. She’s too weak to move, and she wouldn't want to sleep in the same dorm as her attackers. And I don’t want her to go. I never want her to leave. It feels better to know she’s safe right beside me than anywhere else. Tris being by my side right now reminds me of how it felt like to have the company of another person. It’s been nine years. It feels just like the night we were scaling the Ferris wheel together; so peaceful yet such an adrenaline rush. I was so scared while we were climbing the Ferris wheel, but her presence calmed me down. I like that feeling I get when I'm with her, a safe kind of adventure. One where you aren't afriad to let yourself go because you know they're there with you and you don't have to be afraid to take risks.

Time passes by and the room is dead silent. I can tell she’s still awake, but on the other hand I’m half sleeping and half-awake; I’m utterly exhausted. I’m falling deeper and deeper asleep every breath I take. Goodnight Stiff.







Book: Divergent| | Author: Veronica Roth| |

 Created: 9/12/2013| |Finished on: 9/15/2013


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