Resurgent: A Divergent Fanfiction

Chapter 1.

Tris POV

I wake up to a dull beeping noise. I noticed the room was in Erudite. I am on the Erudite table that I was to be executed on during the war.

The war.

I'm supposed to be dead.

My neck throbs and I try to get up, but tons of stiff wires entangle my body. 'What the hell is going on' I think.

Tons of Erudite dressed in blue around are scrambling, shouting.

Erudite.

The factions.

What?

How the heck am I alive?

A woman in a blue dress and golden like hair walks in. A name pops in my head.

"Cara? What's going on?" I ask, my voice horse from not talking for who knows how long.

"We returned from the Bureau, and reset the city." Cara smiles, reminding me of Will.

I widened my eyes after processing it, "You WHAT? That's why I died, to not do that."

She laughs, "We reset and reformed the city, not people's memories. Everybody was given a second chance to choose, and the factions are all running again."

"How am I alive then?" My body throbbed from the wires hooked up to my body.

"The Erudite took the death serum, and reversed it. For every serum we discovered that there can be an antiserum too. Coming up with the death serum was the most challenging, but Caleb and I figured it out." Cara smiled.

"So you brought me back from the dead." I am completely shocked.

"Yes, after 3 years of development. We preserved your body; since you are divergent, I suspected you could be our best shot."

"How did you get the factions running again?" I'm still confused.

"We managed to meet together peacefully, and resume them. For the first couple of years, we didn't have the initiation process, but our population is thriving. And we're having the very first Choice Ceremony again tomorrow." Cara replied.

"What about Evelyn then?" My curiosity raging.

"She and many of the original factionless were elected for Abnigation, along with Marcus. Most of the factionless chose Abnigation or Amity." Cara replied, I'm speechless.

Cara detaches the wires from my body carefully and checks my pulse one last time.

"Thank you." I smile at her genuinely. A huge pang of guilt lurks in my gut that I shot Will, yet she forgave me, and brought me back to life. She smiles back, just as Caleb walks in.

He wears a blue suit and carries a stack of papers. "Uriah's awake." He says to Cara, then shifting his eyes to me. For the longest time we stare at each other. He drops his papers and walks slowly toward me. "Beatrice?" He mouths.

"Caleb." I smile at him. My hatred and anger is gone. I embrace him hard.

"Thank you." I speak in his shoulder.

"You're strong for just waking up Beatrice." He laughs and hugs me back.

"How long have I been asleep?" I pull away finally and ask.

"3 years." He replies

"Is there the same policy with Divergents still?" I ask.

"No, everyone is equal." Cara said. "We made sure to correct that when we started rebuilding the city. And tomorrow, you can choose again Tris."

I am speechless, and Caleb finally speaks up, "Come on Beatrice, I'll show you to your room."

He leads me through the halls that I once hated and shows me into a room. There is a bed, with a blue sweatshirt and jeans laying on the bed. On the other side, Uriah stands, looking out the window.

"I'll leave you now" Caleb whispers and walks away. I smile at him and stumble a little into the room.

"Uriah?" I ask.

His head whirls around. "Tris!" He exclaims with a bright smile and runs over to embrace me.

Surprisingly, he is strong, really strong.

Even more surprising, I don't topple over.

"How have you been sleeping beauty?" He asks and looks me from head to toe, grinning

"Dead." I chuckle "You?"

"Never better. I actually kinda liked the factions, ya know. Til that whole war started." Uriah says.

"What faction are you choosing tomorrow?" I ask.

"Dauntless. I can't wait to see Zeke's face." Uriah says mischievously.

"Me too." I say firmly. Although I am thankful for Erudite, I don't belong here. I crave jumping on trains, throwing knives, and playing capture the flag.

"Four is gonna be so shocked." Uriah laughs.

Four, Tobias, I wonder how he's been. I miss him; his firm grip, his shy smile, his aroma.

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That night, I dream of my parents dying all over again. They were not resurrected. I scream as bullets shoot through my mother's torso, and as she smiles at me before dropping dead. Her body burns up, and the ashes dissolve into the sky. I wake up with wet cheeks and a damp pillow.

Shaking, I dress into the blue sweatshirt and jeans. concealing my tattoos.

My tattoos.

I look into the mirror on he door. The three ravens are still there, sharp as ever. I stroke each and every one, and hold back my tears.

I will not cry. I am not the crying weak type. Uriah is gone, probably eating breakfast. I tie my hair into a knot again, just like the Abnegation.

For once, I am not terrified, this is where I live.

Everything will change today.

Again.