Conclude. Terminate. Culminate. Cease. All words to describe ending but what happens when one begins... Again. Anastasia Rogue, formerly known as Tris Prior. My new name meaning what? Hope? Resilience? No, Resurrection, New Beginning. Resurrection of a New Beginning. Malachi Rogue, that's Uriah's "code name" It's stupid but I can't bring myself to tell him that having a last name that corresponds with the words rebel, traitor or Rogue isn't as cool as it sounds. He's the only friend I have left so I can't really complain. "Stasia, come on get your stuff. Let's go!". Uriah, he way too excited, he thinks they're going to welcome us back with open arms. They won't I'm not a fortune teller but I know for sure they won't be jumping up and down to see "Tris Prior" and "Uriah Pedrad" after 4 years (see what I did there?!) Of travelling around the "USA" and exploring the world outside of our experiment, we are coming back to Chicago. Why you ask, I have one word or name you could say, Uriah. He has been pressuring me to agree to go back forever, its not like I don't want to go but I can't, to face him after everything I've done would be torture, and that's where the fake names come in. They surely wont recognize us as the "Rogue Cousins" right? "Stasia!" Uriah/Malachi says snapping me out of my daydreams, "We're here.." I look out the window of the speeding bullet train and realize he's right we're headed straight for Chicago. It looks different now, more free, from what we heard the system has changed drastically with the factions still in place but no factionless, a less corrupt system. You could practically feel the happiness radiating off of the city, bright and radiant. Well, watch out Chicago Tris Prior and Uriah Pedrad have come to rain on your parade. "NO we haven't" Oops, must have said that out loud. "You need to be more optimistic Stasia, promise to give this a fair chance? And you never know, I get we are only supposed to keep friends with the old gang but maybe we end up, who knows, Dating?" "Each other!?!" I say "No dummy, Marlene for me and well, "Fourikins" for you!" I sigh just as we pull into the station. Lifting up my bags I walk off, and run face first into a post! "you trying to head into 9 3/4!" I look up and see Zeke and his 6ft frame towering over me. "No, Harry Potter, I'm not but thanks for asking" I say sarcasm coating my words, "well someones in a bad mood, I'm Zeke, Zeke Pedrad." "Anastasia Rogue nice to meet you" I say swallowing my fear "and that's my cousin Malachi Rogue." I say gesturing towards Uriah who finally shut his gaping mouth and stopped staring at his brother. "Nice to meet you..." he stammers. "He's not normally like this" I say "Just motion sick".
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I Can See You - A Divergent Rewrite
FanfictionA Divergent rewrite where no one dies but everyone thinks Uriah and Tris are dead. Uriah and Tris come back to a peaceful Chicago after 4 years under the cover names of Malachi and Anastasia Rogue Cousins from Florida, coming to see whats become of...