Tobias' POV

The commotion has died down...

People are no longer screaming in panic or swarming around Peter's corpse. Instead, we are all sat in silence with the occasional whimper seeping through.

Tris is still wrapped tightly in my arms, I fear that if I were to let go, she would disappear. I am protecting her and clinging on for support at the same time. She is my reminder that there is hope still left. I can't lose her again. I won't allow it.

The small light that hangs above us flickers every so often, casting peculiar shadows around the walls.
It's small in here, I don't like it. Especially when I am trapped with nine others and a corpse. It's too crowded...

This silence is torture in itself, not knowing what could possibly be happening beyond these four walls.

"Tris, can you talk about something?" I mumble into her hair.

"What?" She replies with a slight hint of confusion.

"Anything... I can't stand this silence anymore."

I feel her sigh as her shoulders rise and fall before words come out her mouth. "I don't know what to talk about."

"Something positive, in the future preferably." I just need to hear her voice, like when I listened to the answer phone message. "What about the wedding?"

"I don't think-" She sounds apologetic and I feel her muscles tense.

"Please?" I'm desperate. I need her to tell me that everything is going to be fine.

A few more moments of silence follow before Christina starts to talk. "We could have a double wedding?" She offers with a slight hint of sarcasm.

Both Will and I start to laugh and shake our heads in disapproval of the idea. "Don't you think that would be just a little bit too exciting? You've already started planning the food for ours, you might explode if we let you plan a double one." Will jokes, earning a pout from Christina.

"What?" She whines defensively. "I like to plan stuff."

"Yes, yes you do." He swipes her nose slightly before they start sucking faces.

The silence returns.

Tris nuzzles her had into my chest and I can feel her breath through my thin shirt. They are even and perfectly in time to the rise and fall of my own. "I think I'd prefer a small wedding with a simple ceremony and just our close friends, no excessive decorations or fancy food and clothes. I'd want people to remember us not it. But of course the cake would be Dauntless."Her soft voice is so quiet that only I can hear her.

"Did I mention how perfect you are?" I grin and kiss the top of her head.

"On many occasion." She smirks before pulling my face towards hers.

How do you know if a kiss is perfect? A kiss is perfect if it make you forget about everything else around you. Makes you savour every second of it. Forces all your worries to be buried for those precious intervals.

I fell her smile against me, and I can't stop myself from replying.

I wish that we were alone, away from prying eyes... These people may be our friends but they sure know how to blackmail you with gossip.

"Marry me." I hum and tug gently on her lip with my teeth.

"I already said yes." Her giggle makes me want to explode like a firework.

"I know that..." I say between breath as we continue to kiss. "...but I want to make it official. When we get out of here, I want to marry you; make you mine and keep you eternally safe, forever." The kisses slow to occasional, warm pressures against my lips. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Mrs Eaton... It sounds sexy." I smirk but she pulls away quickly.

"You do realise that your mother was called 'Mrs Eaton' first, right. And unless there is something that you aren't telling me about family life then I don't think that 'Mrs Eaton' sounds sexy at all."

I consider what she just said for about a second before changing my mind. "You're right, it doesn't... But 'Tris Eaton' does." This earns an eye roll and more kisses.

The door cracks open and a sliver of light floods the room. Everyone freezes and turns slowly as the light is cut off by a shadow. "Surprise." The shadow taunts and chucks a brown paper bag into the room before the door closes once more.

In the bag was a few bottles of water and a packet of crackers - no where near enough to feed all of us. In the end it's two crackers each and a few sips of water before it's all gone.

We've started to talk more now, there is no longer that eerie silence. We already tried to escape but there is no possible way out of this room.

Suddenly the projector that was sat in the far corner turns on a a picture of Marcus is spread across the back wall. "We are going to play a game." His crackly voice echoed through the speakers. "It's called 'Snitch or Gutsy'."

A/N

It's okay, you can hate me... I'm sorry that this is so rediculously short (I forgot to write a chapter since I have been working on my history essay all weekend) Oops!

Like I just said, I am sorry about the late, short update but I have been busy.

Get ready for a more intense version of our beloved "Candor or Dauntless' and prepare for Marcus' game entitled 'Snitch or Gutsy'. (stupid name, I know... comment a better one and I will change it and dedicate the chapter to you as thanks) (:

As always, I don't own Divergent.