Imperfect

Tris

Thank you for reading my fan fiction! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Please note that none of the characters or ideas in my fan fic are mine. That honor goes to Veronica Roth.

A bullet rips through my leg, metal crashing into bone. I fall to the ground hard, my side slamming painfully into tile. David maneuvers his mechanical wheelchair so he looms above my head.
"I hate hurting you, Tris. How about you stop all this madness and let me get someone to take you to the infirmary." David looks down at me sadly. I know what he sees, a twisted, injured girl.
"No. I came here for a purpose, to save innocent people. Those people don't deserve to have their memories ripped from them." I pull myself upward using the edge of a wrap around counter. My leg screams in pain as I type in the first few digits the code. Another gunshot echoes through my mind and I feel another white hot piece of metal burrow deep into the flesh of my already injured leg.
I fall and my chin slams into the cool metal of the counter. It breaks the skin and red hot blood drips from my chin. I wipe it away with my arm.
"You can stop at any time, Tris." Daniel says smugly as I ignore him and pull myself up again. For once I am glad for what Dauntless initiation gave me. Without it, I would not have the strength to pull myself upward.
I slam in the rest of the code hurriedly, my head already spinning from blood loss.
Keep going, Tris. You have to finish what you started. A small voice rings out in my head.
Another shot rings out and slams into my right arm. I can feel fire and metal burrowing itself deep into my bones. I cry out loudly as a shot rings out behind me.
I cast a glance behind me to see Caleb, a gun in his hands.
"You never let me tell you that I'm Divergent too." I glance at David to find him slumped in his wheelchair, a dark red stain blossoming on his chest.
"How?" I stammer, confused. How can he be Divergent and not tell me? I'm his sister, for God's sake!
"Finish the code, Tris. I'll go get help." Caleb says as he walks out of the room.
A dozen questions wizz around my mind, dulling the pain. How could he keep this from me? Did Jeanine know? How did he hide his Divergence?
A fresh wave of pain rips it's way trough my body. Black creeps onto the edge of my vision, making my head spin even more. I have little time left. I can feel hot blood pushing through my veins.
I press the button as my world spins into darkness.