Vic (a divergent fanfiction)

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Brianne seems to go paler. Felix beat her by three percent. She must want to live, probably more than I do. I want to be killed in her place, I wish I'd got the lowest score. I stare at Brianne, looking deep into her blue eyes. Tears well in her eyes, making them sparkle brighter. Her eyes shimmer in anticipation of her death, causing a strong pang of pity and pain in the depths of my heart. Jeanine gazes at us thoughtfully before setting her attention to Brianne. "Brianne is going to be executed, do we have any questions before her execution?" Jeanine asks. 

"Can we avoid the execution?" Me and Brianne wonder.

"No." Jeanine answers tonelessly.

"Can I take Brianne's place instead?" I question desperately, already knowing the answer.

"As much as I'd love to oblige you Vic, I want high scores. It would be interesting to work with a one hundred percent divergent. No other questions?" Jeanine asks, the room silent except for Brianne's soft crying. "Good. You can take her out now."

One of the dauntless guards approaches Brianne, grabbing her wrist while he removes the thick metal  restraints. She cries harder, looking into Jeanine's pale eyes. Her expression is desperate and pleading. Jeanine almost ingnores Brianne's obvious pain, staring at her blankly and coldly. Her gaze appears to be one of mocking, what Jeanine's doing seems so cruel and inhuman. How could anyone put someone through that? I find a tear on my cheek. "Please. Please." Brianne whispers, "I've done nothing wrong. Please." Jeanine doesn't hear or care about what Brianne has to say. Jeanine shows no sympathy or emotion. Her face is so blank, so smooth and unruffled. That's what  makes it so bad. How can you not care? How can you let a person that wants to live die?

"Be brave." I mutter tearfully. Brianne nods and stands up sniffling softly, finally free from the chair's confines. Then it happens. Brianne lunges forward, aiming to free us. A dauntless guard blocks us quickly, leaping in her path. Brianne changes course, trying a new angle. The guard moves with her. The other dauntless men surge forward preparing to help. "Run!" Me and Felix scream, "Run! Go now!" She skids toward the door, rushing past one of the unprepared dauntless. A shine of black glimmers from beneath one of the men's coat. I try to cry out, to warn her of the coming shot, but I don't speak in time. A deafening bang fills the room, and Brianne crumples to the floor, clutching her bleeding chest. She took the bullet straight to the heart, and I know what shall happen to her. Brianne wheezes spluttering blood and her last words.

"B-B-Be-be-" she coughs out more crimson coloured blood, gasping and choking. "Be brave." Then her chest heaves in, breathing a hard long breath. And then she falls to the ground, her head hitting the ground with a thump. Her glassy eyes are empty and still, fixed on mine, but not seeing or processing me. She can't see anymore. Her expression is blank and painless, as unfathomable and distant as Jeanine's. A single tear trickles down her cold dead cheek. Her final unfelt tear of pain.

"No!" Me and Felix yell together, "Brianne!" But she can't speak or hear. She is deaf to us. Deaf to her world, her loved ones, her life. Tangled blonde hair rests around her face. Brianne is blind to me, and everything she is staring at with those shinning, open yet dead eyes. All of her senses are gone. As she has left us. Left us forever, leaving no trace on Jeanine or these guards. She is left to be disposed of, without a funeral, without love. She is left alone, to float through the dark nothingness of death, because Brianne is dead.

Her death didn't feel real enough, or perhaps even possible until Brianne was killed. The sadness dissolves into pity for her. Pity for her family and friends, and pity for her spirit. Pity becomes anger, hatred burning in my innermost soul and heart. Jeanine caused this. Jeanine's guards destroyed her life, her soul, her feelings. Jeanine destroyed her. I turn to gaze into Jeanine's expressionless irises and  uncaring facial expression. She doesn't even care. She's a monster. "You monster!" I shriek, unable to restrain my sudden emotions, I've never seen someone die. I never want to again. "How could you kill her! Jeanine why? Why her? What makes you so in humane and cruel?" She smiles, seeming to find my outburst cute and pathetic. Felix stares at Brianne, his solemn eyes on her wide glossy ones. The guards resume their post at the door. I remain awefully aware of the one that shot her. His hair is auburn and his eyes are a deep black. I glare at him, wondering if I could scorch him from exsistance with my fury and hatred. Kill him as he did Brianne.

"This is what you get from mixing dauntless and abnegation. Dauntless drama combined with abnegation compassion. Not the best mix." Jeanine mocks. The guards seem to stiffen, as none of them like her terms of dauntless drama. Their movement seems to amuse her. After a brief hesitation the guards laugh. But tension remains in the room, most of it omitting from me and Felix.

"Drama? You murdered her Jeanine!" I sob, "what was logical about it? It was cruel and evil!"

"Divergents don't matter to me Vic. They are outlaws, rule breakers. Criminals get punished, exiled, killed. It's not practical to keep divergents around, they're too dangerous for the rest of us." Jeanine states, as if reading aloud a boring assignment. Her tone somehow adds to my anger. Why doesn't she care?

"Why can't help how we are born!" Felix suddenly shouts. I'm not the only one losing my temper.

"It's not about wether or not you can help it. It's merely the truth, and I'm sure a candor like Vic would prefer the facts." Jeanine answers calmly.

"If they weren't lies I would." I mutter.

"Escort them to their quarters. I will begin my tests tommorrow." Jeanine says. "And when you're done with them remove this body. It's taking up this lab space and I have no need of it." One of the dauntless nods and the three of them come to us. A man takes of the restraints and grabs my wrists. I struggle as best as I can, but I still feel groggy and weak from the aptitude test. "Rest well." Jeanine says, as our escorts lead us out. "You'll need your strength tommorrow."