When two worlds collide

A/N: The time line: Beginning-Middle of Mockingjay, and right after Insurgent (as if the third book had never existed). I recommend that you have read both series (of Hunger Games and Divergent) before reading this fan fiction.

Also important: Ill be following Mockingjay's plot but of course with the twist.

Thanks!

I will be changing POVs Between Katniss and Tris.

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"Starving himself of goodness, he doesn't think he can heal" - Mumford and sons (feel the tide) 

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(as you might recall at the end of insurgent the last line "that's when the shouting begins")

TRIS POV:

I close my eyes. Everyone is shouting and I can't think clearly. Prior, Edith prior? Realization is still dawning on me. And someone is saying my name but that's not what's important right now.

"Tris!" the voice says again.

But all I can think is that we have to leave. We need to, and soon.

I feel a quick hand slapping against my cheek, and I snap my eyes open.

"Tris! Goodness! Open your eyes! We're talking to you!" Christiana says.

For a moment I just stare at her. 

Her face is only inches from mine. I expect angry eyes to meet mine, instead she just looks annoyed.

"Sorry, what?" I ask.

I look around the Room, I turn my head over my shoulder to get a better look at what they're staring at, but it's just the plain white Erudite building's walls.  

"Tobias?" I say, subtly nudging his arm with my elbow.

"Yeah?" he says leaning closer to me.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I say quietly, so only he can hear.

He chuckles softly, "because everyone knows who you are, you're a prior, and because you were right."

Evelyn 'looking angry' is a major understatement, she's clutching the gun in her hand in a way that makes me think she's seconds away from shooting someone, probably me. I debate with whether I should just ignore her, or be very terrified. Especially knowing what she is more than capable of doing.

Everyone is standing there awkwardly now. a couple people look a bit pale, and unmoving.

"I think we should leave." I say softly. Suddenly tired, even though adrenaline is pumping through my body and my eyes are wide.

"I think so too, we can go look for somewhere to crash for the night," says Tobias.

I shake my head, "No I mean leave the city, the factions. We need to go see what's out there. You heard her! They need us." I say, ending the last part a lot louder than I Intended, I see a couple frightened looks from the corner of my eye, but some are actually nodding their head in agreement.

People start talking all at once, everyone sharing their opinion.

"Are you serious?" someone says.

"Didn't you see all of them? They're probably all dead," someone else says. Many nod their head in agreement.

"Were the cure," I say firmly, repeating the words of Edith- I mean Amanda Ritter.

"At this point, your more like a disease," says Johanna, I turn my head to her, and I realize she's right. We're not exactly the team of super heroes that Amanda Ritter made us seem that we needed to be. We've lost so much of what we all stood for, how could we be a cure if we're barely hanging on ourselves?