Emergent: A Divergent Fanfic

Tris

            Our plan is our last hope, and it needs to work if we want our family and friends to survive without their memories being wiped. It's a suicide mission, and it's going to cost a sacrifice. We've all decided it'll be Caleb, and it's not like anybody rejected. I know he's my brother, and I know I should've spoken up. But what do I owe him? How can I call him family after what he did? I know it's selfish and cruel of me to say so, but I can't live with myself, everyday, having to look him in his eyes, that remind me so much of my father, and then suddenly remembering that he is not my father, he is nothing like him. He is a cruel, vain, Erudite that was willing to give up his sister and his only family left just to be Jeanine's left hand man. I glance up at the clock: 6 minutes left. Tobias & Christina & Matthew left just a few minutes ago, and I have no idea where Peter & Caleb are. I bite my lip. If they are in the bathroom, they wouldn't need to take so long. I check under my waistband to make sure the gun is there. The cold metal against my palm sends a shiver up my spine, and a cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. I don't remember the last time I was able to shoot with a gun, before target practice. If I spaz out now, I won't be any help to the mission. I'll be risking thousands of lives, because of one mistake. I can still remember, the memory fresh on the back of my eyelids, the empty stare in his eyes, the smooth spaces between his eyebrows, the...no. No, don't think about it. I shake my head, trying to get it out, then slip my shirt back down, hiding the gun. Maybe this time will be different, since these guns are lighter and don't feel the same. I don't know. I have to hope for the best. I decide to go to the hallway where the weapons room is. That way when they finish, they'll know to come meet me if there's no time left. In the corridor, I pass a group of workers on the group, helping a woman pick up her papers and find her glasses. I reach down to help her, when something catches my eye. There, at the entrance of gate B14, is a tall figure in a blue shirt, and a man with slick, shiny hair and a backpack on his shoulders. I freeze. The backpack. I get up slowly, and walk towards them. I realize who it is now. It's Caleb & Peter.