Resurgent: A Divergent Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Tris POV

I snap awake at the buzzing of my alarm, and quickly get dressed. I go down to the Pit, snag a quick blueberry muffin, the jog to the training room.

Some of the initiates are already there; they standing a shy crowd as Four sets uphe equipment.

"Today you will learn how to fire a gun and how to win a fight." Four presses the gun into my arms, looking at me assuringly. My arms shake as I grip the gun, the very same gun that killed Will a few years back.

I gulp and tense my muscles to stop my shaking; my knuckles turn white as I grip the weapon and take deep breaths as Four explains the initiation stages.

Finally, Four turns towards the plywood target and fires. The bullet goes straight though the center of the target. I stand by Uriah and grip the handle. I turn towards my target, and fire, grimacing slightly at the noise. Alec stands next to me, his bullet hits the side of the target.

"What's the matter Stiff? Can't handle a little noise?" He smirks at me and yawns.

"At least I hit the center." I smirk back at him and his eyes widen in anger as he looks to my target.

Next to me, Uriah grins as his bullet spirals through the center.

"This is just like the old days Tris!" He yells above the noise.

I blink and position myself again. But instead of the target, my vision blurs. I see vivid flashes of my parents, and Will standing in front of my target-all victims of death because of me.

I shake a little and fire again. The bullet hits the very edge of Uriah's target this time.

Four steps behind me, "What was that Tris?" He looks at me appalled and Alec and Jack snicker.

"I, I don't know." I shake a little and everybody stops

"I think she's a little Stiff?" Maddie glares at me with a wicked smile.

"Try again." Four consults.

I take a deep breath and aim again. I squint at the target, which is now regular plywood. As I get ready to pull the trigger, my mothers face reappears. I fire again, and it doesn't even hit the target.

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When we are dismissed for lunch I leave swiftly; my arms shake from holding the gun. I walk into the cafeteria. Hardly anyone is here yet, so I pick a table and sit, my eyes focused on spreading my ketchup on my hamburger patty.

'Get it together Tris. You are better than that!' I think and ball my free hand into a fist to stop the shaking.

Someone taps my shoulder from behind, "You an initiate?" A familiar voice says from behind.

I turn around and look into the eyes of Christina. She wears a black tank top and pants with combat boots. There is a fair amount of makeup on her face; she looks striking.

She drops the napkin in her hand. "Tr-Tris?!" She rubs her eyes carefully.

"Hey Christina." I nod smiling, but a huge pang of guilt grows inside of me.

"Am I dreaming?" Christina blinks a few times and pinches herself.

"No, it's really me." I smile smally.

Christina's jaw drops open and she pulls me into a firm embrace.

"I can't believe it... You're not-" She splutters.

"Well I did die... I just got resurrected."

"What?" Christina sits down. "Wait what happened then?"