A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 16

INFOTATION:

SILVER SKIES:

Starting at the beginning: Dauntless never showed up for the scheduled fight in chapter 1. Susan is alive, Abnegation is together, and there is no peace treaty with Divergent.

Caleb is dead. Four disposed of his body. Melina is dead.

Tris is invited to Dauntless initiation.

Tris's parents are on a business trip, and have been since basically they banished her to the dance.

"What do you think is happening?" Christina asked.

"Shut up," says Four, almost serendipitously. He's holding a flashlight.

"I don't know." I mumble back. "Does it matter?" Christina looks at the floor. Melina kicked her out of Divergent because she saw that Chris went back for me, didn't treat me like an outcast after Melina replaced me.

Will was the current leader of Divergent; Chris broke up with him when he decided on taking it.

We all knew he wasn't cut out for leader.

"Where are we going?" Chris asked, and then something slammed behind us. We both spun; a stone wall had slammed down between us and Four.

"Hey!" Yelled Chris.

"Chris." I warned. She turned, and her legs immediately bent, shoulders going up defensivly.

Fifteen or so Wolfbloods with yellow eyes were looking at us.

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"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT US?!" I yelled. Two hours later, and we were still the objects of utmost attention. Christina was on the floor with her eyes closed, trying not to change. Everyone's eyes were yellow.

It looked to be a sort of deep canyon; a group of Wolfbloods were trying to scale the walls. Most just looked at us with blank eyes.

Assholes.

"Hey!" Yelled a familiar voice from a ways away.

Chris's head snapped up.

"TRIS! IS THAT YOU?!" Yelled a brown-skinned guy with friendly eyes.

"Uriah!" I yelled, and jumped at him.

"Tris! I thought you were dead!" He set me down, and I pulled down my shirt.

"So you're not in Divergent anymore?" I asked.

"Nope! Left when you did." He said. Well that was . . . loyal. I guess.

"Really?"

"Yep. Hey Christina,"

"Hi. So how long have you been here?"

"Not long, about a couple hours, how about you?"

"Only like two." I said.

"The longest was this girl Cara who was here for two days."

"Do you know why we're here?" Chris asked.

"No. But they feed us!"

Ugh. Uriah and food.

"They feed us mostly cake!"

I snapped my head up. "Cake? Where's cake? I want cake."

"Okay, I'll go get you some." Uriah said.

"And me too!" Christina yelled.

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The cake was heaven.

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A day later-my red-and-white shirt was darker, my red hightop converse dusty, and my gray nail polish was chipping. My hair was also curling a lot, do to the heat and sweat.

Christina's was alight with frizz, that she readily complained about; her capris and crop top were made better for the heat than my three-quarter-sleeve top and full-length jeans.

She even wore lighter shoes, dammit.

Anyway. A day later, the walls started moving. Just a bit, near the floor, revealing tiny pipes.

They then started spitting water.

As the canyon filled up, we looked for ways to climb away from it; but, of course, it was useless. We'd searched these walls uselessly for hours upon hours.

"What the Hell!" Growled someone.

"Wait! Look! A ladder-" Immediately, everyone crowded around the girl, and, in surprisingly orderly fashion, climbed up.

When we were all up, the ground began to tremble.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed an annoying blonde kid.

"What do we do now?!"

I know, lovelies. THIS IS VERY SHORT. Sorry, guys, I didn't wanna go through all of initiation yet.