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Tobias reaches down and takes Tris's hand. "Are you ready for this?" He asks. She nods, although she looks ready to cry. He hugs her and she wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his black shirt.
"I can't chicken out now. My parents worked too hard for this." She looks up at him, her eyes red. "Tobias, I'm scared. We don't know what's outside, and-"
"I know," He smoothes back her dark blonde waves, "It'll be okay. I promise. But we can't go on not knowing what's out there, now can we?"
She shakes her head. "We need to go. They're waiting for us to lead them out." She looks back at everyone from the city. Literally- everyone wants to know what's beyond the fence.
"Well then, let's get this over with." He nods at Tori, Bud, Harrison, and Zeke, who break open the fence. Tris and Tobias lead everyone out, pushing through the trees that block them off from everything else. The walk lasts all of five minutes, Tris never letting go of Tobias's hand, both of them feeling a surge of hope just being with each other.
They step out of the trees and into the middle of a large city.
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Ashlyn watches the TV screen and sees a pretty blonde girl step out of the trees into Chicago, holding onto a tall, darkhaired boy's hand. Beatrice Prior and Tobias Eaton. Others follow behind them, and she ticks off the names of almost all of them. Tori, Harrison, Bud, Zeke, Uriah, Christina, Peter, Caleb... The list goes on and on.
The phone rings, but she ignores it. Probably someone calling to confirm and appointment. The sky is a menacing dark gray where she lives, but in Chicago it's a nice blue. The color reflects in Tris's eyes, making them look more blue than gray. If she's related to anyone, it would have to be Tris. They're so similar-personality wise- that they're more than likely relatives.
The phone's annoying shrill stops, and she hears her mother in the kitchen talking on the phone. After a few minutes, her mom stops talking. "Bryn, Ashlyn, can you come here for a minute?" She calls.
Ashlyn sighs and gets up off of the couch. She trudges into the kitchen and plops down on one of the two stools and looks at her mom, flicking her dark brown braid back over her shoulder. Her sister hurries in a minute later.
"What's wrong?" Bryn asks.
"Nothing's wrong," her mother starts. "But apparently, we have a relative that was in the Chicago Project."
"Really, who?" Ashlyn had perked up when her mother mentioned the Chicago Project. "Who's side of the family are they from?"
"Your father's," her mother sighs, "Apparently his brother or his cousin was involved in the project 30 some years ago."
"Who?"
"He's probably your uncle. His name is Marcus Eaton."
A/N: Should I finish this? I don't think it's too bad, but I'm not sure if I should finish it.
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FanfictionWe've all been wondering what's outside the fence, and this is what I think could happen. Join characters like Tris, Tobias, Uriah, and Zeke as they step out of their world and into our own and face things that they'd never faced before. Tris and To...
