The Iron Soldier: A FourTris Divergent Story

Chapter 38

AN: It has been a long time since I've updated this and I do apologize for that. Unfortunately, life gets in the way sometimes. Writing is a very important part of my life and I do have plans to focus on my original fiction in the near future. But I also plan to continue writing fanfiction along the way. I really enjoy writing for my favorite fandoms and hearing from my followers. As I wrap up this story, I hope you will consider checking out my other stories and may even consider reading my original works once they become available. Thank you so much for the support you have shown me. It has given me the confidence to go from casual story teller to a serious writer reaching to become published.

Thank you Eunice339 for the amazing beta work. I someday will find a way to repay you.

Four's POV

I don't know if this is true for everyone, but when you're a soldier and you're attacked, you don't take the time to ask who is attacking you. You fight back, with everything you've got. You fight back or you die. That's exactly what Dauntless did...

I was thankful to have had prior knowledge of the attack on Dauntless. I thought it would be enough. I warned the few friends I had, the ones I knew I could trust, but it didn't matter – they all insisted there was one more person they had to save, one more good soldier that needed to be warned. So by the time the attack came, I was sitting on my bunk, all alone.

I was supposed to be at the awards ceremony; after all, it was in my honor. I could only imagine what happened when my name was called to go up and accept my award and I wasn't there. Everyone would've been whispering, wondering where I was, everyone who didn't know what was happening, at least.

The banquet had already begun about fifteen minutes before I heard the commotion start. First, it was only the shouts of the few lookouts on duty. They yelled back and forth that we were under attack. Then more voices joined in, until all I could hear were screams and gunshots. And though a lot of the people out there were complete monsters, a majority of them were young men and women who'd gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd and were just too naive to see it.

We were attacked by an army six times our size. Even with those numbers, had we not been taken by surprise, we would have come out on top. But Natalie knew too much about how Dauntless operated and so the attackers were ready for everything we threw at them.

Natalie's warning bounced through my head the entire time tears were streaming down my cheeks. It took every ounce of strength I had not to run out and try to save some of them.

When Zeke crashed through my door that was when I lost it. He was covered in sweat and grime as he fell to his knees in front of me.

"Tobias!" He barely got my name out. "I can't find Uri!" That was the last thing he said before he lost consciousness on my floor.

I knew going out there would put a huge target on my back, but Uriah was my best friend's little brother, and a close friend of mine. I couldn't just sit back while he could be in trouble.

I knelt quickly beside Zeke, checking his pulse to confirm he was still alive. As soon as I knew he was ok, I grabbed the handgun I kept under my mattress and also shoved Zeke's under my belt. God help me if I have to use these, but I had to find Uriah.

The scene beyond my door was chaos, with both sides fighting to the death. There were motionless bodies everywhere, some in the traditional Dauntless black and others in the military camouflage I'd worn as a cadet. It was impossible to see who was friend and who was foe. Neither side was an enemy to me.