Divergent: After The War

Part 5

A/N - since there was a good reply on part Four(!!) I thought that I'd do a brief flashback to both parts four and three. They'll each go into more detail in the next one or two parts, so consider this a taster of what's to come. Each will have a long part. I promise you. So in this part, we introduce the point of views of two different people; Georgia and Caleb. Next parts will be in the point of view of Tris, Xavier, and whoever else I decide. But yeah those two. Thanks so much for reading! -Becky

Georgia's POV:

I've never really liked Four. I was an initiate the year after him, and the only thing I was interested in was his body. So yeah, I guess I liked his physique. But presonality? Nah. I've honestly met more interesting cats. I guess that's why I called him to meet me. He was good at this sort of stuff, I would suppose. I have no clue why he hasn't told Tris. He loves her, yeah. I didn't convince him, or in any way influence him into thinking he needed to dump her. This is just a stupid thing. He says he needs more, more than what she can give him. He's lying, I can tell. He's so weird sometimes. Anyway, he thinks I can give it to him. I don't want that. He told me he can't stop thinking about me, but honestly, the feeling's not mutual. I don't understand why he thinks about me in this weird, obsessive way. I'm not in love with him. Jeez, I don't even LIKE him. He only comes around about once a week, and it's not as if it's anything special or limited. "Tris really loves you. You love her too. But let me tell you, I only need you because you are the most useful in this subject matter. I don't love you, and I don't think about you. Seriously, Four, you are SO stupid sometimes." Well, there you have it. That's what I told him. Wait, hold it one second. You thought I meant we were....ew! That's what I told him whilst he fixed my lightbulb.

Caleb's POV:

Ouch is the first thing I think when I come to. My leg and arm ache like crazy, and I seem to have drawn quite an impressive crowd. The next thing I think is What did I do? I'm still in the tatty Abnegation clothes Dad gave me before he... Anyway, I notice the people around me, finally. Tris is holding a blue piece of fabric to my leg wound, possibly from her dress, and she's speaking but I can't her what she's saying. Tobias...that's his name, right? Tris' boyfriend. He's holding more blue fabric to my arm, but he isn't talking. Two other Dauntless I recognise from escaping the war stand behind them, trying to keep the crowd back. Finally the ringing in my ears stops, and I hear what she is saying. "Caleb," she cries. "Caleb, speak to me!" She turns to her 'boyfriend'. "Tobias, do you think he's deaf?" I see the tears streaming down her face, and I nearly speak, but some evil, plotting part of my brain tells me a fierce No! She's vermin, she may be blood but she should suffer after all the suffering our parents went through. Tease her. Make her pay. Eventually, and I mean eventually, I muster up the nerve to speak. "Tris," I choke out finally. She moves as if she is about to hug me, yet she leans back again, obviously realising she would hurt me. "Caleb," she says for the sixth time that I've heard. "Oh my god, I'm so happy you're not dead!" She buries her head into my stomach, making me wince slightly but I hold her there. I whisper to her, not because I don't want anyone else to hear, but because I cannot actually speak any louder. "What happened?" She cries even more. "You saved me," she wails. "You saved me, just like Mom and Dad, and you got hurt. It's my fault. It's my fault, why does everyone think I need saving? I'd rather have just died. I'm sorry, Caleb. I'm sorry." That's when everything that had happened since and before my accident comes flooding back, like an uncontrolable river. "I know," I say. I saved my sister. Just like my mom saved her, and my dad saved her. She's helpless, is all I can think. That stupid part of my brain is controlling me. The part of me that saved her screams You're Abnegation! You are, and you know it! You love your sister. She loves you. Okay? Okay? Turns out that wasn't my brain, that last part. She was telling me something, something I wasn't listening to. That part of me, it still fights. Keeps fighting. I don't mean to look at the guard. It's not meant to be a signal. But he fires the shot anyway.