The chains clank to the bottom. I walk away and tighten the grip on my bag. My mind begins to flick back through what happened with Peter and Lauren. What they told me. Is it true? I believe them. Sadly I do, but I believe them. To be honest it explains a lot.
Why else would Tobias date someone like me? Why else would Christina hate me one day and want to be my best friend the next? It really does put every thing into perspective.
I walk around till school finishes. So I won't get in trouble for not being in school. If my dad even care enough.
I walk in at around 5:00ish and see them all rushing around like Madmen. Well they are mad men. Al walks right up to me.
"Where were you today?" He asks and I shrug. "Did you ditch?" He whispers. I shake my head.
"No." I say in the most sincere voice I can.
"Damn it. If you did I could've gone with you." He chuckles.
I look around and see they're all getting guns and pistols together.
"What's going on?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of me.
"Some gang coming on our turf. We're just going to tell them to back off." My eyes widen.
"Your kidding me right?" I ask.
"He's not." A voice comes from behind me. "And your coming. We don't need you running to the cops with this." He says. He chucks a knife each and We both get a pistol. I sigh but shove it into my hoodie anyway. I put the knife into my jean pocket.
Hours pass slowly and then we head out. My hands suddenly begin to shake. What if this goes wrong. People could die. I mean the whole of my dads gang have some kind of gun on them. So imagine what the other gang has on them.
We walk down to see an alley to see another large group of people rounding the corner. I gulp back my thoughts and stare straight ahead. We glare at each other for a few moments before my dad steps forward.
Oh, somebody pull a gun him!
We wear black as our main colour and all members on the other side have one colour unifying them. Blue.
"This is our turf," my dad says "get off and no one will get hurt." The guys laugh at him.
"How about you step down old man? Leave us to do your dirty work." The one, who I think must be their leader, says when he steps forward.
"How about no." My dad says.
Almost in unison we pull out our guns.
"Only bringing these to a fair fight." Their leader says with a cold look. The nervous looking one in the corner of the group starts to sweat and he grips the gun with both hands. He's shaking and a shot fires. It barely missed my head. If he wasn't shaking I would've been dead.
Then the shots begin to fire. I begin to pull the trigger but nothing comes out. My dad gave me a dead gun. He wants me to die.
We hear sirens and all begin to run in different directions. I go to exit by an opening that leads into another alley. But as I try to escape, something pierces my shoulder. Pain rushes through my body. Then something snaps in my brain.
I've been shot in my shoulder. I clamp my hand over the wound and continue running. I suck in sharp breathes as I continue to move my feet. I turn to see if any ones following me but as I do this I crash into an unknown figure. I fall flat on my back and yell out when I land on my shoulder.
The figure helps me sit up and I open my eyes to see a friendly, familiar face of Will. I let out a sigh of relief. But he's part of the gang that lied to me.
"Tris?" He says and bends down to get level with me.
"What? Forgot my name?" I say sarcastically. He cocks his eyebrow and shakes his head.
"What are you talking about?" He says. So he's going to act all confused.
"You know just because you guys told Lauren everything doesn't mean you can just forget!" I say.
"Tell Lauren what?" He asks
"For a smart guy, your really dumb." I say and tell him about the truth or dare that happened. His eyes widen as I do.
"That was meant to be a joke. Plus it was only meant for Christina and the girls, they wouldn't tell Lauren anything." His eyes suddenly widen. "Oh my god, your bleeding." He says and pulls my hand away from my shoulder. Only then I realise how red my hand is. It's a deep red as blood spills onto my hoodie.
"Don't try to change the subject." I say through gritted teeth.
"Well, can we talk about this later, kinda don't want you to bleed much more or you would've lost too much." He says and I finally nod.
"So why are you walking around this late at night?" I ask.
"What are you doing get shot this late at night." He fires back.
"I asked first." I retort using child hood tactics.
"I was at with the gang. I mean it's Friday night! Come on! So I was dropping Christina home. Then I ran into you." He says with a simple shrug. He presses on my wound. Making me yelp. "I'm sorry." He says. He shakes his head. "We've got to get you to a hospital. They can stop the bleeding." He says with a smile but I immediately shake my head.
"They'll ask to many questions." I say. He looks at me for a moment.
"You could bleed out though." He says .
He keeps his hand on the wound.
"Tris, we all regret that truth or dare game. We miss you-0
A violent ring sound through the air and Will drops to the floor. His blue eyes glass over. I shift into my knees and shake him.
"Will!" I yell. I look at his back to see three bullet holes. I look round to see Al pointing his gun at the spot where will just was. My mouth opens and closes. Tears prick in my eyes.
He killed Will.
I try not to let myself believe it but I know it to be true. I keep shaking him not even caring about my shoulder anymore.
Will is wearing blue.
A tear runs down my cheek.
"You killed Will!" I yell at him. He drops the gun. I leap up and walk over to him. I grab the gun he dropped and roll it in my palm." You killed Will." I spit in his face. Sirens wail in the distance.
"I-I thought he was hurting you, I thought he was part of the other gang." He says, a blank stare. The sirens sound nearer but every thing is hazy.
"You killed Will." I repeat over and over. I can't believe it. I lift the gun with out thinking.
He looks at the body of my friend, fear written all over his face.
The cop car stops in front of us and Al bolts from here. Two cops spring from the car and have their guns pointed at me.
"Hands on your head." One yells over the thundering siren while the other talks into a radio. I immediately comply. "Drop the weapon." The pistol clatters to the floor. "Now kick it away from you." It skids across the floor towards him and he picks it up. The other walks over and puts handcuffs on my wrist.
"You are under arrest." He says. My eyes prick with tears. As I look one last time and Will before his body is under a blanket, forever covering his face from the light. Again.
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Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)
FanfictionI've been forced to move back to Michigan with my dad. If you can call him that. Tris has been forced to move back to Michigan with her father after he threatened her. After getting involved with things and people she didn't want to be involved with...
