Vic (a divergent fanfiction)

Felix

Jeanine injects Vic with her new serum. I watch in horror as she tumbles to the ground. Vic stays down for a few moments before her eyes open and she stands. Although her expression shows alertness, she's clearly bewildered and confused by what she sees. She begins to speak, but I realize that she isn't speaking to us. She's under jeanine's control like I was. I feel pity and worry as I imagine the complex simulation that I could not escape from. I think of how I didn't suspect a thing, how I nearly killed Vic. If I had caused her death I would never have forgiven myself. What chance do I have on surviving? Jeanine knows that her serum works on me, so why will she need me? I don't care. I just need to make sure Vic will be fine. But how can I? What could I do?

Then Vic sprints running at me on Jeanine's orders pinning me to the ground. Suddenly she pounds her fists, punching ferociously, lashing out at me. I can't hurt her. I don't want to move for fear of her hitting the floor. I can't move. Vic's hands smack my face harder and harder, spreading pain through my nose. I hear a strange sound, and my nose begins to bleed. Vic freezes. Her eyes remain fixed on my bloody face, a searching look on her face. She pauses glancing round and speaking under breath to an imaginary person. Who is she seeing? What is causing her to attack me? Will she be ok? Is she resisting the serum that's flowing through her? Will I escape her attack alive? Probably not. The painful punches continue suddenly, raining down on me like a deadly rain of arrows. I'm going to die. Vic will kill me by accident. She's stronger than me, and I'm already pinned to the ground beneath her. I have no hope. I suddenly realize that I want one more thing before I die. I want her kiss. I manage to press my lips into hers, running a hand through her long silky hair. I bring another hand to her head, rubbing her with my fingers. I press my lips into her warm dry ones, savouring  the beauty of her eyes and the warm pressure of her lips for perhaps the last time. Then an odd thing happens. She stops punching me. Her lips begin to kiss mine back, adding to the wonderful feeling. Vic is resisting. Vic's kiss is desperate, warm, refreshing and encouraging. She's safe. I'm safe. Nothing else matters.