A/N: And we are back!! I'm combining the next two movies into one updating timeline to simplify my life, so you'll have consistent updates for a while! That being said, it's great to be back and as always, let me know what you think!
Five days. It had only been five days and in Bellamy's mind, the entire world had gone to shit. It was easy to see why, though. With Jeanine taking control and putting out propaganda about them, the whole world had turned against the Divergents.
Not that Bellamy had admitted her little secret to anyone yet. As far as everyone here knew, she was just another Dauntless escapee. Simple as that. Or maybe not so simple.
Bellamy was smart though. She knew that the peace they were having here in Amity was just temporary. Everything was. And Bellamy was starting to adapt to that. She tended not to get hung up on the what ifs anymore.
Clinging to a tree branch, Bellamy watched as the sky turned a shade of pink, the sun just beginning to rise in the distance. It was early morning, still cool here in the woods. And she rather liked her perches.
Dropping down, Bellamy landed lightly on her feet. After all, a cat always landed on their feet. She inhaled deeply, hand touching the rough surface of the bark in front of her. She didn't know how she had gone so long, living in a city like Chicago.
Not when all of this was out here. Nature posed a real beauty and danger to those who chose to live in it. And for the first time in her life, Bellamy was thinking past tomorrow. No, she was thinking about years down the road.
About how maybe, just maybe, she'd like to live somewhere like this. She began the long walk back towards the barn that they had been staying in. It didn't take her long to reach the quarters, finding most everyone still fast asleep.
Everyone except for Tris.
Narrowing her gaze, Bellamy ducked into the other room of the barn, finding Tris holding up scissors. "Thinking of changing your look?"
Tris nearly jumped, eyes wide at the sudden sight of Bellamy. "You're quieter than normal," the girl breathed out.
"Well we are probably being hunted. I know when to keep my trap shut." Bellamy said with a shrug. "You ever cut hair before?"
Tris looked down at the metal scissors in her hand, a frown building on her face. "Not really, no."
"Can I help?" Bellamy offered.
Considering the younger girl's offer, Tris finally gave a nod, outstretching her hand with the scissors. After all, she trusted Bellamy. And how bad could the haircut possibly be? Bellamy smiled softly at her, taking the scissors and moving forward.
Tris sat down on a bench and Bellamy began to carefully cut Tris's hair, making sure that it was even on all sides. As Tris stared at the glass window, just barely able to see her own reflection, her mind wandered.
"Have you ever cut hair?" Tris questioned.
Bellamy gave a short laugh. "You think anyone with brain cells would trust me with scissors?" Dead silence fell and Bellamy let out a sigh. "Just forget I said that. I swear to God, it looks fine." She promised.
"Did Four cut your hair?"
This time, Bellamy did snort. "Tori was always the one to cut my hair. She's got those...what do people call them? Motherly instincts, or some shit. Did—did your mom cut your hair?"
Tris fingered some of the hair that Bellamy had cut, a sad expression on her face. "Yeah, she used to."
"Well I can cut it from now on, if you want?" Bellamy offered. Then, realizing how that sounded, she let out a wince. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot—"
YOU ARE READING
Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
