Peter: His True Feelings (Divergent Story)

What was going on with Peter and Tris in the Divergent series? Find out Peter's point-of-view and see the connections that are made with the real book.

Did Peter like Tris? Or Tobias? What did he really want to gain from everything he'd done?

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2. Rebel

        The screams started after a minute. Peter couldn't stand it, he had to walk outside.

        He stepped out and could still hear her screams. He remembered the night he attacked her, the way she screamed.

       He didn't like it, but at least he knew of the pain she was in, but now, he had no clue what was making her scream. No doubt it had to do with Tobias.

        The screams eventually stop, and Peter goes back inside before anyone notices.

       "... I'll tell you, is if you let me go." Tobias says as I walk in.

        Jeanine nods to the guards, and Peter didn't know what was going on.

        He ran to Tris and I look at him in disgust. He let her go through whatever Jeanine gave her. 

        "The factionless safe houses," he said quietly. "Get me a map and I'll mark them for you."

       The two wrap in each other's warmth as much as they can. Peter turns his head away.

       Peter gladly joins the other guards in prying Tobias off Tris.

       Peter was the last one out the door and he heard Jeanine talk to Tris.

       "While you're here..." Jeanine says. "Get him and bring him in here. It's time." 

        Peter knew what was going to happen next. He'd been working with Jeanine for a while now. He betrayed Tris. The bastard betrayed his own family.

       Jeanine blubblers on about something about procedures and aptitude tests.

       Peter closes the door slowly, and waits for Tris to be taken back to her cell.

       He watches and guards her as they drag her to her cell. He sits down and watches the door waiting for her to come bursting out, ready for a full blown attack.

        She always did something like that. Some how fought and cheated death over and over again. Getting in and out of bad situations, but not without almost dying. Peter felt bad for her, if she wasn't Divergent, she wouldn't be going through this.

        Peter doesn't know how much times passes, but a guard came and told him it was time to get Tris ready for her next test and she needs to shower. He gives Peter water and a sandwich to eat, but he doesn't eat it.

        He reluctantly got up and prepared to open the door, greeting her in this usual, rude manner.

        He opens the doors and watches Tris as she doesn't look to see who it is.

        "Stiff." Peter says. Tris's chest relaxes a little like she's actually glad to see him.

        "Yes." She replied as her hair falls.

        Peter placed his water and sandwich next to the bed, and gestured her to eat. She looks disgusted like she knew it was from him, but then she just looks sick. She hasn't eaten in a while, and the serums probably don't make the idea of eating very pleasent.

        "You brain-dead?" Peter asks. She must be tired from all the tests that Jeanine has put her through.

        "Don't think so." She replied. Peter wished she was so that Jeanine could stop this torture.

        "Don't be so sure."

        "Ha-ha," she says sarcastically. "How long have I been asleep?"

        "About a day. I'm supposed to escort you to the showers." She really did need one.

        "If you say something about how badly I need one, I will poke you in the eye."

        She was somewhat normal again by insulting him. But, her fierce tone made him feel weak again, but he didn't retaliate.

        She stands up and looks like she's going to fall. Peter goes to catch her, but she doesn't fall. If she noticed him trying to catch her, she didn't say anything.

        Peter guides Tris around the corner and then they both see Tobias being escorted by a guard.

        Peter guides her along, knowing she is fixated on him, but forces her to walk faster.

        All of a sudden, Tobias goes limp. The guard reaches to grab him, but instead, Tobias grabs a gun from him and it goes off.

        Peter dives for cover, knocking Tris to the side, dragging her with him. Peter didn't want to hurt her anymore, and let go of her.

        Peter does notice the great ability he has for an injured guy, but that focus is soon transferred to the gun pointed at him. Peter puts his hands up as Tobias grabs Tris and starts running.

        Peter waits for a moment before alerting everyone. He wanted them to have a moment to talk, even if he didn't like the idea of them alone together.

        He looked at his watch and waited for five minutes to pass. That should give them enough time. 

        Running down the hall to the alarm, Peter sets it off and stars running to the control room. Where else would Tobias go? There was no way they could exit the compound alive, unless the trash incinerator was turned off, but Peter knew it wasn't. Not today.

        The guards closed in on the door and flooded through it when it opened. 

        Tobias is trying to fight them off, but he's outnumbered. Peter sees Tris lurching to help him, but Peter gets there and plunges a sedative in her neck before she reaches the nearest guard.

        He body falls and Peter tries to help it fall gently. She fell into his arms and Peter flings her up and into his arms. 

        Tobias isn't so lucky. He is bloody and beaten, and doesn't stop fighting until he's knocked unconscious.

        Peter takes Tris back to the test room and Jeanine is there like she's waiting for her to arrive.

        "She's a fool." Jeanine says.

        "How so?" Peter asks.

        "She is an ignorant child, who does even know she's a child. She only refers to her child-like qualities when she's desperate for sympathy or something more." She stares of deep in thought.

        "Self-preservation?"

        Jeanine starts humming a tune that Peter doesn't recognize.

        "What do you think of all this?" She asks me.

        "I'm no fool." I replied.

        "Peter," she says my name like I'm her son. "Tell me, how do you feel about this?"

        "It's not working." Peter sighs.

        "Yes... We must do something about that."

        "You won't find anything to control her. She's too Divergent. If that's even a term. She's defied a--"

        Jeanine put her hand up for silence.

        Peter waited for the signal to talk again, but he also like the silence. He could hear Tris's breath moving in and out indicating her mortality.

        "Peter."

        Peter looks at her. She looks emotionless and plain, like a computer.

        "If this next test doesn't work, it's time for us to cut her off and move on."

        Peter nods, the next test was too soon. He didn't want her to die.

        Jeanine didn't look at him as she walked out, she merely strode by him, but he could still feel the judgements and analyzations she was scanning.

        The death serum. Jeanine left it on her table. Peter ran over and grabbed the box. He needed to do something.

        He opened the door to rows and rows of serums. He walked down the isles looking at each label.

        Memory suppresser...

        Aggression amplifier...

        Smart magic...

        Paralyzation serum.

        That's what he needed. It was a bluish color and he needed to make it purple.

        He ransacked more cabinets looking for red dye. He found a small bottle and poured just enough in to make it the same color as the death serum. It was a genius idea.

        What about the heart monitor? Peter looked at Tris, then at the door.

No one was coming. 

        Peter spent all rigging and playing with the wires and computer. He wasn't a Erudite, but he could handle some computers.

        Being around the Erudite, Peter learned a trick or two. He played with the computer for a little, but gave up. How would he make the moniter go dead when he need it to.

        He ran around the the computer, and shuffles through the files.

       He came across a heartbeat that eventually died quickly, and rigid it to go off on the right mark.

        Peter check the program on the machine.

       Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeppp.

       The line went dead and Peter grinned at what he had just accomplished. Psssshhhh, so he wasn't Erudite, he figured it out.

        The door opened and Peter jumped back from the machine, looking at Tris to make sure she was still there. Unfortunately, she still was.

        "What are you doing in here?" Caleb asked.

         "Watching to make sure my prisoner doesn't escape," Peter spat at him.

         "You can go," he said cooly. "I can watch her now."

        "Sure," Peter replied. You betray her and then you trust me to watch her, Peter thought. "But she's my responsibility."

        "She's my sister and I'm ranked ahead of you, so please, save yourself the trouble and get out now."

         Peter glanced at Tris. He walked towards Caleb and acted like he was going to hit him. Caleb flinched.

        "Not so tough when it comes to combat now. Words hurt, but injury hurts like a bitch."

        Peter straighted up and walked out the door. The bastard actually had the nerve to tell me what to do, Peter thought.

         Peter didn't go far. He technically was Tris's guard, so he had to make sure she wasn't going anywhere.

          Peter sat alone wrapped in his own thoughts. His scattered, cruel thoughts. He didn't want to be cruel anymore, but he did felt like he needed to be.

        Peter had always been mean and manipulative. He grew up in Candor, where everyone knew everything about you because that was what honesty was about.

       He was never honest. He always manipulated his Candor background to get out of trouble or to get what he wanted. He remembered when he first lied out of the house.

         He was playing 'Castle' with a couple of other Erudite and Abnegation kids on the playground, and Peter wanted to be the King, but so did one of the Erudite kids.

        The Abnegation kids were cool with whatever. They were supposed to be selfless.

         Peter started a fight between him and the Erudite kids. They scared the Abnegation kids, and they ran to get the teachers.

        A Erudite teacher came running out and an older Dauntless boy broke the fight up. There was more yelling and screaming between the two groups, but the teacher and the Dauntless boy threatened them to stop.

       "What happened?"

       "        She was brave, smart and loving. Everything Peter wanted to be, but for some reason couldn't be.

        He noticed her the minute she picked dauntless as her new faction. Her piercing grey eyes said it all, and Peter felt weak around her. He felt like for once in his life, he need to protect her. He didn't like it either.

        What about her abilities to beat me about of the dauntless rankings? What about her being everyone's favorite? What about when she shot him? He asked himself questions to find more reasons to hate her, but he couldn't. He tried. Oh, he definitely tried. What about Tobias?

         Could he find the heart to kill him? Yes. That wasn't the problem. Could he take away the one person she had left? That was the problem.

        She entered Erudite headquarters to sacrifice herself for others. Part of it was loving and sacrificial, but it was also stupid.

         Jeanine was going to do whatever it took to gain power and control. Even after Jeanine killed her, Jeanine would probably still murder people.

        Peter knew that Tris hated him, but that's what he wanted. He needed to push her away because he didn't like the feeling of being weak around her. But, he still felt this deep need to care for her.

        He'd been escorting her around for a while in the Erudite compound. He asked to be assigned to her.

        She looked grimy and saddened, but also tough and she that created this beauty about her.

        "Peter," she said as I escorted her to Jeanine. Her voice was sore from the screams of her sleep. "What time is it?"

        What time is it? Why ask him that? What did she want? He didn't answer her or look at his watch.

        Her eyes stayed trained on him. Peter could feel them trying to study his expressions, but he kept a hard, unemotional face.

        "Why are you constantly escorting me places?" Because he volunteered. "Isn't there a depraved activity you're supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or something?"

         Geez. She asked a lot of questions, Peter thought. Her sarcasm was her only defense right now, and he still felt weak.

        "I know what you did to Will, you know." I responded coldly. "Don't pretend that you're better than I am, because you and I, we're exactly the same." Expect he that he liked her.

       She paused for a moment, trying to think other something to say. Her eyes moved forward and she looked focused on something.

        "You're wrong," she finally stated. "We may both be bad, but there's a huge difference between us-- I'm not content with being this way."

        Peter snorted. Neither did he, but he wasn't going to say that out loud to anyone. Especially Tris.

        Peter escorted her into a room and she froze in shock for a moment. Peter had to shove her forward.

        He planted his hands on her shoulders, but she didn't seem to notice. He guided her forward while she tried to force her body back.

        "Get her on the table," Jeanine said sounding bored, but not looking it. Tris keeps staring at the table. I can't help but want to help her, but I've been given orders.

         Peter wraps his arms around her arms and chest, restraining her from moving. He lifts her up as she kicks and struggles with all her strength.

         Peter didn't mean to, but he slammed her down on the cold, hard metal table. She was struggling so hard that he felt like he was struggling backs, except for he was struggling to hold her. It felt wrong. In that moment of weakness, her fist flung out and Peter felt the force of it in his wrist.

        Peter felt like yelling out, but he hid it and winced instead.

         Peter gripped her body down, and the other Dauntless guards came to pin her down. He straps the belts across her body.

         He pushed down her shoulder, knowing it was a weakness. He felt her flinch, but he still didn't feel any strong next to her.

        She stopped struggling and yelled at Jeanine, "What the hell is going on? We agreed-- cooperation in exchange for results! We agreed--"

         "This is entirely separate from our agreement," Jeanine interrupts as she looks at her watch. "This is not about you, Beatrice."

        Beatrice. Her real name before it all happened. It was weird to hear it. Peter always liked Tris as her name.

        The door flings open behind Peter and Tobias limps in. For like he was being dragged in. Two Dauntless guards were on either side of him.

         He could tell he was seriously injured by the way Tris's facial expression showed.

        Peter didn't know how she could tell. All he could see was the bruises and cuts on his face.

        "What is this?" Tobias asks weakly.

        He looked tired and scared for the first time in Peter had ever seen.

        "Tris," he cries out as he tires to reach for her. The guards grab the weak Tobias and wrench him back. "Tris, are you okay?"

        "Yeah," she says. "Are you?"

        He nods, but even Peter knew that he wasn't.

        Peter looked at the two of them. Desperate for each other's touch. It disgusted him. And all they could ask is that if they were all right.

        "Rather than waste any more time, Mr. Eaton," Jeanine manifests a cruel smile on her face. "I thought I would take the more logical approach. Truth serum would be preferable, of course, but it would take days to coerce Jack Kang into handing some over, as it is jealously guarded by the Candor, and I'd rather not waste a few days."

        I hear a guard let a snort out. Jeanine ignores it though and continues by bringing the serum forward.

        The grey liquid looked unpleasing and uncomfortable. Not good.

        By the look on Jeanine's face, Peter knew that it wasn't good for anyone in her way. And Tris and Tobias were in her way.

       "In a few seconds, I will inject Tris with this liquid. At that point, I trust, your selfless instincts will take over and you will tell me exactly what I need to know."

       "What does she need to know?" Interrupts Tris looking at Tobias.

        He looks tired and worn out, even when just answering in one sentence. "Information about the factionless safe houses," he answers, but never looking up.

        Peter knew a thing or two about the factionless rising to insormitable amounts. They were losing everything too.

        "Don't give it too her," cries Tris. "I'm going to die anyway. Don't give her anything."

        Peter wanted to yell to give it to her so Jeanine wouldn't hurt Tris, but he stayed silent. He knew Tobias wouldn't give it up.

        "Remind me, Mr. Eaton, what do Dauntless simulations do?" Jeanine asked.

       "This isn't a classroom," Tobias replied looking as annoyed as an injured boy could. "Tell me what you're going to do."

        Jeanine wanted and answer, and Peter knew that she would get what she wanted. "I will if you answer my very simple question."

        "Fine," Tobias croaked. He told her what she wanted to hear. It sounded like he'd recited it millions of times.

        "Very good," she mocked. "When I was developing the Dauntless simulations, years ago, we discovered that certain levels of potency overwhelmed the brain and made it too insensible with terror to invent new surroundings, which was when we diluted the solution so that the simulations would be more instructive. But I still remember how to make it."

       She taps the syringe with her fingernail.

       "Fear," she says, "is more powerful than pain. So there anything you'd like to say, before I inject Ms. Prior?"

        Tobias didn't say anything.

        Peter wanted to yell at him to give up the information. He was so close, but he decided to stay shut up.

       "What happened?" The teacher asked.

        Peter couldn't get in trouble at school again, his parent would punish him severely if they found out he started it.

       The Erudite boy spoke up. "We were trying to play Castle when Peter wouldn't let me be King. He was always king. Soon, I tried to ta-"

       "Punch me in the face." Peter interrupted. "He tried to punch me in the face, I dodged it, but he still came after me. I was defending myself." He tried to let tears full up his eyes.

       "That is not what happened!" The Erudite boy yelled. "He attacked me first!"

        "Stop lying Jack," the teacher said. "Peter is Candor, he can't lie."

        "But he is!" The other Erudite boy yelled.

        "Joshua, if you try and lie too, you'll both be punished." The teacher eyed him, but he shut up.

        "But I'm not lying!" Jack whined

        Peter had to convince her some more. He started crying hard.

       "I'm sorry I didn't let you be King, but there was no need to attack me and lie about it." He started crying harder.

        "Shhhhh," the teacher patted Peter's back. "It's okay. We should get you home."

        "What?!" Jack yelled.

        "Jack, you're coming with me." She grabbed is arm and started dragging him towards the school.

        "B-b-but, I didn't start it!"

         

        Peter remembers that day very well. After that he always used his Candor as an excuse. He threatened people and manipulated them. He moved to Dauntless to get the anger and aggression out, but it didn't help at all. He needed to start a new life.

        

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