Descendant (divergent fan fiction)

Different worlds

My eyes open slightly and bolt straight up, fully awake in a mili-second.

"What's happened!" I say immediately as my eyes widen and reveal the van I accidentally fell asleep on.

"Shh, everything is alright. You fell asleep." Noah lays a hand on my knee in an attempt to calm me.

"And you let me?" I ask.

"Obviously." Noah replies in a duh tone. I send him a glare.

"Are we there yet?" I ask.

"Almost." Noah replies.

"Okay." I nod.

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"Come on guys we are here." Peter pokes his head into our compartment and says drowsily like he'd just woken from a nap.

"About time." Bianca mutters.

"Just get out." Peter says and we add to the line that leaves the van. I step out and when I breathe in I almost forget to breathe back out.

"Why are we here?" I ask.

"Where are we supposed to get a population of a new city?" Peter shrugs and pushes past us to get to the front. "It's your new home."

       "What?" Bianca say bluntly.

       The building in front of me is unbelievable. Made completely of what looks likes pearl or Quartz. The weird part is buildings branched off of another like an arm. Box like arms extending from the place. My eyes widened and I looked at Peter.

       "Are you serious?" I gasp.

       "No I just brought you here for nothing." Peter rolls his eyes. All of the faction people look around at each other with grins.

        "Where is this place anyway?" Baldwin/ Charles says. (I will call him both throughout the story)

        "Richmond." Peter says. "People from ther communities and cities will be here soon. Different cultures and all. You will respect these cultures. You will respect where these people came from. And you will respect them."Peter turns around but turns back as though he forgot something. "Even if I don't." He smirks.

        "Does anybody live here yet?" Charles asks again.

       "Nope." Peter says popping the 'p' "but you can't go in yet. You have to wait till everybody gets here."

       "No way." I complain like a child not able to open his Christmas presents.

       "Yep." Peter smirks. I huff in annoyance and glare at Peter. "There will be clothes here for you."

        "Look!" A candor- I think- shouts. I turn to where they point where vans file in and park. People come out and gather around the vans.

        One of the groups are full of people in rugged clothes made of what looks like skins from the cattle. They all had different looks though. Different hair and all. Most of the girls had hair in neat ponytails at the nape of their neck. The boys had buzzed hair.

         The next group has what looks like people dressed in regular clothes but there is no hair on their head. It had all been buzzed of and all of their faces contain no emotion.

       Two other groups look similar to us with plenty of diversity. And almost all the groups have more people than us.

       Another group contains people in ugly green long pants and shirts with gloves and socks. Including laces up brown boots and caps shadowing over their eyes.

       A group that stands out to me is one that had two groups together. Girls stand off to one side while boys stand to the other. They all look so innocent. Its sad.

         Then there are five more loads of trucks packed with people. Maybe twenty each. Of random people probably from the unorganized and scattered towns. 

        "Wow." I breathe.

       "That's fantastic." Amaryllis stands beside of me.

        "I second that motion." Bianca says.

       "Can we go in now?" I ask Peter.

       "Follow me! Get in front of me and you will not like me really quickly. Chicago projects first."

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Authors note!!

So short. I know. I'm sorry. You don't get how hard this is for my lil fingers with a cast. 😁

⚡️Darcy⚡️