CHAPTER 1
I let go of my mother’s tearstained blouse, I look into her
deep blue eyes reminding myself to be brave. I watch her shadow fade
into the distance, I duck behind a wall to take cover, I hear
millions of gunshots but the one that killed her stood out from them
all. I half-heartedly run through the maze of the dead and stumble
onto my mother, lying limp on the floor. I see a giant wound where
her heart should be, blood coming from all directions. I’m
blinded by grief. Her eyes linger open, I know she’s gone. I
shut her eyelids trying to be peaceful but someone drags me off my
feet. A single tear lands on my mother’s cheek I quickly bid
her goodbye as my kidnapper takes me away. I don’t bother
struggling as there is no point. I have lost everything. My head is
covered and my limbs bound together by an immense force squeezing all
nerves out of my body to welcome numbness.
That was 5 years ago
I stand in front of the thousands of graves that sit in this church
yard. Only a few I know. Yet all of them died for me, for the
divergent. I gaze among them my eyes linger upon the very few I know,
the very few that stand out among the thousands.
I see my mother and father lie romantically side by side under the
layers of rock and dirt that separates us. They died for me. The rest
had a choice, they could have saved their necks but they didn’t
and it has got them in a mess. A mess they can never be rid of.
Death. They saved me and for that I am eternally grateful however
it’s the price you have to pay when you are divergent. Like me.
I see his silhouette standing in the graves over head, I see him sink
to his knees. He has probably found his own parents. Even from here
his tears are faintly visible. I stroll over to him not bothering to
take my time to look at the shameless names on the rotting graves. To
read them I must be able to stop. Look. Read. Something I haven’t
got time for.
“Tobias” I whisper so quietly I don’t think he
heard but he did. He stands up keeping his back to me. I run up to
him. The dead names wiz past in about 3 seconds. Gradually I get
closer I hear sobs, soft sobs echoing from Tobias. He turns round
showing me is blotched face tears rolling freely down his cheeks
marking out his cheekbones. Even in the dead of night I can still
make out his swollen bloodshot eyes. He looks down at me not
bothering to turn back around to face his dead parents. I don’t
think I could turn around again to face the parents that died for me.
We share the same terrible burden; it just adds to the rest we carry
along with us, yet why this one standing out from the rest? Why does
this one seem like my fault?
“Irresponsible, they could have lived saved their own necks”
he finally says in his croaky voice.
“Even Marcus, he saved me by sacrificing himself,
irresponsible” he continues.
I look in to his deep dark eyes unable to make them out in the dark
yet I know they’re there.
“No” I say planting a kiss on his forehead
“No, they were brave something you have to be” I continue
“They were selfish; selfishness has nothing to do with bravery”
“It can be” I say giving him a lingering kiss on his full
lips. Nothing can separate us when we are bound together. You my call
it a coincidence, I call it fate.
We creep in to the bureau unnoticed. We head towards the dorm but
nobody is there. I look for Lynn, I call out Marlene yet no one
comes. I start shivering in my blue shorts and shirt. I feel Tobias’s
fingers curl into my palm. At his touch I suddenly feel warm again,
the second he lets go I’m struck with grief and I start
shivering again.
We search around the bureau for what seems like
forever. I hear a faint scream; from the corner of my eye I see dead
bodies or what seem to be bodies. The shape, the motions of them seem
familiar like I have seen them before. I tug on
Tobias’s t-shirt and point in the direction of the dead. He
gasps and rushes towards them, I follow.
There on the floor I see my
brother Caleb lying limp on the floor blood poring out of him like a
water fall, a waterfall of blood. I see his stone cold face his eyes
looking up at me, without blinking, I fumble around for his hands not
caring if I touch any blood. Cold, cold as ice, his pointy finger
tips carve the groove in my palm. I feel my adrenaline fueled heart pounding effortlessly against my chest. A single tear stains his almost
perfect face sleeping in tranquillity forever. More tears leave my
eyes when I see who’s lying next to him, Lynn. I gasp at the
sight of her war-battered face. No more crying I tell my self. No
more. Be brave Tris I tell my self. I must be strong. For her. For
them. No more. Lynn looks even more peaceful. What was once a happy
glowing face full of life is now a limp, thin dirty face showing no
life at all.
I get up and leave the corridor and run. Far, far away from where my dead brother and best friend fell. I hear Tobias’s thundering footsteps behind me
threatening to catch me up lingering closer and closer until he
finally does. I stop, grief stricken and lonely. My parent’s
grave to see earlier today, and now I have just lost my brother and
my best friend, whoever did this is going to pay, and they are going
to pay big-time! Everything I had, all gone I have to find out what
happened here.
We don’t see any more dead bodies lying on the floor. When we
reach the lab we find David, Christina, Matthew, Cara, Amar and
Marlene. They look about as worn-down as we do. Their clothes ripped and torn also they all have greasy hair and smell of old urine and sweat. A draft flows through a hole in the wall, it tickels my ears so I squirm. All the lights are switched off giving the room an eerie effect, a shiver spirals down my spine so I clutch Tobias's hand, harder, harder, I swear he winced.
"Have you guys been living here?", I ask not wanting to hear the answer but an eerie silence that falls over us all like a thick blanket answers my question. We sit in the small stuffy room for what seems for a year but it was only twenty minuets.
“There was a war”! Matthew finnally decided to say. I want to hide in a dark corner, all alone. Another war means more dying, more injuries and most of all alot more grief. I know I must say something.
“We must prepare for another attack! Everything we do now
counts on our lives, to the very last detail, costs our lives”
I say. (It sounded better in my head.) A tear falls on to my tear stained cheek. Oh no I just remebered Caleb and Lynn, I wipe the tell tale tear away with the palm of my sweaty hand and concentrate on giving a speech.
“Double the guards, double security, double everything because
ladies and gentlemen we are going to war!!!” I say yet again.
(It sounded a lot better aloud than in my head). Tobias gives me an
awkward smile, which then turns to a smile that is probably hurting
his cheeks, to a full on kiss on the lips. I smile with gee. Faith is
everything right now!
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