Divergent: After The War

Part SIX!

A/N : Yo, thanks for reading, again. I'm terrible at writing so I hope nobody has contracted any serious illnesses from the severity of how terrible this is. But HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII anyway :D So since this is part 6, Tris gets the main section, and there's a few slight inputs from other characters. Nothing apart from continuing from where Caleb got shot (basically, only about people who where there when Caleb got shot.) MAY I JUST SAY THIS MEANS SHE GETS THE MOST POVS NOT THE MOST WORDS! Also sometime I alternate between past and present tense, it's just to show you what they're thinking.

Just so you get the plot, everything started with the masquerade. I didn't want to write the whole scene in one part because i like to keep it interesting rather than you just reading it all in one. Eventually, everything will catch up to what happened with Christina and Xavier and the whole thing will straighten out. THIS IS THE LAST MASQUERADE SCENE. Just thought I'd let you know. Btw, YES I KNOW MY BOLD IS ON. - becky

PS. I think this song describes the Dauntless perfectly. Have a listen! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSRXiI-kamM -

Tris' POV

Caleb had finally spoken. I was buried in his stomach, not wanting to let go. I told Caleb how sorry I was for failing him again. For failing everyone again. He wasn't really responsive, not like I expected much. But pretty much as soon as I sat up, everyones faces changed. Shock was spread across them, as well as terror and something I can't quite put my finger on. At first, I didn't have a clue what they were looking at. I mean, hell yeah they were looking at me but I didn't know why. Well, not until Tobias sunk down beside me and put a hand to my stomach. I looked down and saw a long dart protruding from my abdomen. I never actually felt it go in. I guess it was because it wasn't really a bullet, but more a tranqu...I'm so tired! I turned my head slightly, and Caleb looked guilty. I wasn't quite sure why, because by then I'd blacked out.

Tobias' POV

Tris was too light. Like, scarily light. As I shoved her limp body onto the train, quickly jumping on behind her, she began to stir. "Tris," I whispered gently, so not to startle her. I didn't tell her just at that moment, but I knew why she had been shot with that dart. I'd saw Caleb's gaze stray from her to the guard on the far side of the room. I'm pretty sure Caleb hates her. He hasn't looked at her like she's his sister once since their parents died. He just looks at her like she's some horrible thing that he wish didn't exist. I hate him. I don't like saying it much, but he never hugs her, comforts her. He's...

Tris had replied by then. "T-Tobias," Her voice was cracked, probably a side effect. Yet I didn't know what this was a side effect of; life or the dart? I'd sat her up. She was drowsy, even if she'd just woken up. She was drowsy before. Secretly, some part of me thinks she's overdosing on sleeping pills. I mean, after losing both of her parents no one could blame her. "Tris, I'm here. I'm here it's okay," I whispered, kissing her forehead. If only she knew, my inner voice screamed. This journey to the Erudite compound was simply a day trip. I didn't really want Christina to go. We'd been arguing a lot recently, and I doubted it was going to stop sometime soon. I guess that's why I planned to argue with Christina in a place where Tris would easily expect me to be: the control room. I thought about sending Peter often; I didn't trust him yet though. "Where are we?" She muttered. I wiped a hand over my sweaty forehead. "The train. I had to get out of there. They were trying to arrest us, Tris." She suddenly sat up, giving her a dizzy spell. When she recovered, she shook me to her attention and screamed. "WHERE ARE URIAH AND CHRISTINA?" That's the only time in a long while I actually couldn't look at her.

Tris' POV (brief)

"Don't," I plead with Tobias as he doesn't reply. "Don't tell me they're dead." He looks at me finally, his eyes blood shot. I still feel so tired. But it's not me that matters. His lips moved, no words following until a few moments later. "T-Tris, I honestly don't know. They didn't come with me, they wouldn't. Christina got lost in the crowds when her and Uriah were fighting off the guards. I saw two people leaving just as we got on the train though, Tris. It must be them." I had no other choice but to believe him.

One Week Later...

"I hate everyone. I hate them. I hate you. I hate your stupid boyfriend. How come he left us? He left me and Uriah for dead!" That's what Christina told me. She returned three days after us, bloody and bruised, Uriah in the same condition. She was lying. I knew it. She may have been a Candor once, but I had eventually learnt people's body language from her and Peter, the constant "You touch your hair when you lie" or the occasional "Stop biting your lip. It's obvious that's what you do when you're lying." And I had learnt that Christina had a tell tale sign of squinting. Weird as it may seem, it was true. I didn't need to just guess, anyway. I'd walked away as soon as she'd finished, not wanting to listen but not wanting to be rude and ignore her to begin with. She's being horrible to Tobias. Uriah even confirmed that Tobias tried to wait for them, but Christina said no. I thought she said no to protect me; but no, she said it to break us up. Oh yes. You must be wondering where Caleb is. Tobias said he refused to come, so the Amity took him back to their compound. I didn't bother to argue. Tobias told me that Caleb gave the signal. He had to tell me, I begged him. I only found it weird that I didn't ask about Caleb till a whole day later. I think I just assumed he hated me. The feeling at this moment is very mutual.

Uriah's POV

It was inevitable, really. Unaviodable. I saw it coming, I did. She's being plotting to break them up for months now. I told Tris the truth, and I guess that's all that mattered.

That night after I had returned, I went to the infirmary. That's when I saw her. Georgia, the most beautiful girl I'd ever saw. I had to admit, when she walked straight up to me, my mouth had made an 'o' shape. Long, light brown hair, pale yet smooth skin without any imperfections. She was truly, truly gorgeous. 

"Hi," she had said, smiling at me with perfectly alligned teeth. "You must be Uriah. I'm Georgia, come through." She'd took me to a doctor, and shortly after being dismissed on a small amount of paracetamol, I'd asked her. 

"Georgia, would you like to go to lunch with me sometime?" It wasn't a big question, really. I was delighted that she said yes, though.

That's how it started. It wasn't intentional, I didn't mean to fall in love with her. At first, I reckoned I just loved her. I didn't realise I was IN love with her until I kissed her. And boy, do I regret it.