Resurgence (Life After Allegiant - Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty One

Without letting the memories get to me, I aim at the next man squaring up my head with his gun. Before he even has a chance to realise it, I've squeezed the trigger and less than a few seconds later his body slumps to the floor next to his comrade.  I turn myself to the remaining man, Lucius. Locked in a battle with Christina. She head-buts him hard in the nose and he stumbles back, I use the precious time to get my breath back before I take my stance to shoot the stumbling blond man. Breathing slowly to keep my hands steady, I look down the barrel of the dirtied gun with fresh spots of blood sprayed decoratively on the metal. Lucius catches the sight of my gun aimed at him, his face distorts from angered pain to terrified.

I squeeze the trigger but he doesn't fall. No bullets left. Lucius gives a quick snort and Christina charges over to take him out, but prepared for this attack, he manages to grab Christina and throw her against the wall to his side. She lets out a scream her head crashes into the grey bricks then her head lolls back unconsciously. I desperately search for a weapon, Lucius doing the same, we both lock eyes with the weapon of the man I last shot.

"Lucius, they better be dead, we're gonna be a while." A man's voice suddenly crackles from Lucius' body. The voice scares us both into diving for the gun, becoming a muddle of two bodies fumbling around frantically, hoping to feel the cold metal on our fingers before the other does. Lucius body weight pushes against mine and I feel the baby move suddenly in panic inside me. Miraculously, the gun on my fingers, along with the brush of Lucius'. Our fingers fight for possession of the trigger, I feel the smooth curve of it and wrap my finger gently around it, as to not squeeze it until I know where the barrel is aimed. But Lucius has other ideas. His finger finds my own and presses it down hard. The blast echoes on the walls and knocks our hands back slightly.  A cry of pain follows the blast, it sounds like Christina. She must have woken up again. I take a few seconds to check if I'm right, Christina lies up against the wall, blood dripping through her fingers, gripping her arm.

Lucius attempts to roll on top of me, a slight growl coming from him throat, a wild desperate look coating his eyes. His hand grips my wrist and punches me in the face with the other. My vision goes black momentarily and then I retaliate by kicking him swiftly in the stomach as he continues to straddle me. Lucius gasps, winded, and falls to the side just enough for me to push him off me and onto the floor. Like lightning I'm on my feet, grabbing the gun away from his hand. Pointing the gun at him, he raises his arms in surrender, still fighting for breath, looking weak and ridiculous. I can see the desperate need to live in his eyes, like a child.

"Lucius?!" The voice crackles again, more desperate than before, this time I notice the small radio device attached to Lucius' watch. I don't know how it didn't break in the fight.   Suddenly I realise, if Lucius doesn't answer the man on the other side will assume he's dead and come rushing over here. He needs to reply.

"You ok Christina?" I look back to my side at her but not letting the gun wonder from Lucius. Her face pained and the flow of blood still trickling, but I feel her determination to not let her wound affect her. She nods at the gruffly, tightening the grip around her arm. Turning my attention back to Lucius, I demand roughly, "Answer him now." Lucius' face contorts, struggling with his desperation not to die with wanting to seem tough. In different circumstances I might've felt sorry for him, but I'm only disgusted by him.

"No." He finally replies to my demand, his voice wavering in indecision.