Fear Landscape - Four

How The Epilogue Should Have Been

I open my eyes, a cold wind stings my cheeks as I'm pushed backwards by the force. The wind flowing through my overgrown hair.

I crouch and try to calm my hurried breathing. I squeeze my eyes shut.

I've done this before, I can do it again...

But this time I'm doing it alone. I open my eyes and force myself to stand and take large, slow steps towards the edge of the building. I push my body forward.

A strangled gasp escapes my clenched teeth as I drop like a rock. I land on my knees, pain overwhelming my legs.

I wait for the impact. I groan as the walls crash into my sides. I remember being with Tris in here, my hand on her chest as her heartbeat soared like the ravens in her own fear landscape.

I let a tear slide down my cheek as I remember her fragile body laying in the Bureau's medical center, her skin pale and her face emotionless.

A sob escapes my lips and the walls fall apart around me. I know what comes next.

Not this again...

I stand in a grey room, without daring to look at the mirror in front of me, I try to turn my head but it is held in place by invisible hands.

I watch as my body becomes Marcus. The one thing I want to forget, what I want to leave behind me forever.

I see a movement in the mirror.

This hasn't happen before...

I stare at the woman in the mirror my/Marcus's eyes follow her as she comes closer behind us.

Evelyn...

My/Marcus's arms shoot up and rap around our throat. I stare at us in our reflection as our veins bulge in our neck and our face slowly turns purple.

I feel a second pair of hands pulling at our arms. Our vision starts to go black, the world starts to spin and my knees begin to buckle.

I fall backwards as our arms are forced behind our back.
I stare in the mirror, stare into my mother's eyes as she holds our arms in place and see a small smile playing on her lips.

We're in this together...

My/Marcus's skin begins to shiver as I regain my appearance.

I blink, only for a second but when I open my eyes, I'm alone in an endless black world.

My surroundings start to take shape around me. I get an overwhelming feeling of familiarity as I look around the room.

I'm in some sort of bedroom, belonging to someone who I can't remember. I walk to a small black cabinet littered with objects.

I stare at a small photo frame, the boarder filled with flame designs. There are five people in the picture.

A girl around my age, sits in a wheelchair as a dark-skinned boy-about the same age-is bent over with an arm around her shoulder. The other three people look as though they are two or three years younger.

One looks similar to the older boy except he has a small tattoo peeking over one of his ears, his eyes don't match his stretched smile.

He stands beside two girls, a tall one with tanned skin, the other short and pale with a tattoo of three ravens flying along her collarbone.

Who are these people?

Why do they seem so familiar?

I look over the rest of the objects strewn across the surface of the wooden furniture.

My gaze falls on a blue sculpture, resembling dripping water frozen in time.

Next to the statue is another photo, this time a plain grey frame, again with the small pale girl, but this time someone else is with her. Someone with dark eyes, short cropped hair and a hooked nose.

I shift my gaze up to a mirror. Realising that's me, I'm in that photo with the mysterious girl...But who is she?

Why can't I remember? Why don't I remember my friends?

Friends, they're my friends. My memories come flooding back. I stare at the pale girl, pain drowning my heart.

An image of a body cloaked in grey hitting a net passes through my mind.

I start to cry. I don't notice the tears at first but when I do, more pour down, creating streams down my cheeks.

Tris...
Uriah, Zeke, Christina, Shauna, Tris...
How could I forget?

The world around me slowly fades.

I fall to the ground, and pull me knees into my chest as I sob into them.

I am crying in the same room where I first sent Tris into her fear landscape.

Even though it has been almost three years, I can still remember every moment I spent with her. But my memories of her voice are starting to fade.

I stay in the room and sob for what feels like hours.

As my eyes start to dry and my sobs turn into quite strangled gasps, I stand and begin to leave the room. I hear glass shatter as I press my foot over the used needle.

Good riddance...

I have experienced enough fear throughout the moments after I watched Tris's body hit that net.

Our lives were turned upside down by our city's corrupt factions, but you are always able to change that, to fix it.

It is only when all seems hopeless that you can't fix it, when you need someone there for help.

That's what Tris was to me, she changed me, she affected me in ways I didn't think possible.

She changed us all and I've realised that I don't want to forget her. I don't want to forget what she did. What she's sacrificed. We will always be damaged by life, but we can always be mended.

With the help of others...

As I walk through the old dauntless compound which is filled with many different faces, what I said to Tris fills my thoughts.

Be brave Tris

Now it's my time to be.

(A/N- By writing this I am NOT in anyway saying that this is how Veronica Roth SHOULD of ended Allegiant, I just couldn't think of a proper title. I just always thought that it would be cool if Tobias/Four went back into his fear landscape because as one of his fears was losing Tris, and sadly he actually did :'( and what would of replaced that fear. This is a different version the epilogue so obviously there isn't another chapter...That was it, thanks if you actually read it! Sorry if you've read one with the same concept, I haven't so thats why I wrote this, if you want to use the same concept or any ideas message me and I will probably will respond. Vote or comment if you want thanks...