Divergent: After The War

Part 9

A/N just a really short chapter here, but I worked really hard. It's short and from one POV for effect. Feedback on this one in particular would be appreciated! When you get to the end, think: was it a dream, or was it true? -B

Xavier's POV

Blood. Blood is everywhere, whilst the walls that once protected you from the world are gone, like a leaf fluttering away in a strong autumnal breeze. Yet still, blood droplets cling to every surface, as if they are foolish climbers on a rocky ledge. It's on your hands too, and on the limp body that lies at your feet, but you don't recall how. "Xavier." It calls, a choked, cracked voice, weak with the sense of their fast approaching death. "Xavier. Xavier, please...help me." A girl's voice. A voice so familiar that it rings in your head like a church bell after a wedding. And then, as if by accident, you reply without thought. "No." You say coldly, even though inside you are meek and afraid. "No." You repeat, softer this time. Your voice drops to an accidental whisper. "It wasn't meant to happen like this, Chrissy, but you provoked me. Those silver chains are bound to you because of what they did to my father. Candor destroyed my father." You're still talking and you can't stop. You're angry and sad at the same moment. You bend down and stroke the side of her face, your voice getting ever so slightly louder. "Christina, I do love you. Yet, if I let you go, the faction will destroy me, or you will. Christina, my heart burns with the sheer torturous pain of having to do this. If you cooperate, you will not die. I couldn't bare to kill you." A tear streaks down your face and your voice cracks. No you must stop. Dauntless don't cry. Yet of course, you barely made the cut when it came to choosing members. Christina speaks again. "You. You have never loved anyone, you heartless bastard. At least I am not pure evil. Even back in Candor, everything we did was for the greater good of our society. I hate you." You draw a finely sharpened blade from behind your back. "Fine. Have it your way. See you in the darkest pits of hell, my darling," One last finger you trail across her cheek before you grip the blade with both hands and bring it down with incredible force on your ex lover. The blade in her chest protrudes out like a stick from a lollipop, but she manages three last words. "I," a choke. "Hate," a splutter. "You." And then she's gone.