When I wake up, the ceiling is white. I briefly think I’m in the simulation still, and I try to sit up, but my head spins. I remember my fight with Zeke. I also forget it wasn’t real. I ignore my aching muscles and sit up, calling his name. My stomach flips, and a wave of dizziness hits me like a wall. I lay back down, as if pushed over by the wave, the ceiling spinning. I take a deep breath as Zeke comes rushing to my bedside, brown eyes large and full of worry. I smile lightly. At least he’s here. Even if this is still a simulation. But then something snaps into place. He wouldn’t be here if I was still in the simulation. We fought, and it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real! Relief rushes through me, followed by mass confusion. If I’m not in a simulation, then where am I. He grips my hand tightly, staring at me in disbelief. I blink a few times “What happened?” I say softly, looking at him and wondering why he’s so upset. “You blacked out after the simulation. And you got really, really sick. They didn’t think you were going to make it.” He says, his voice catching. Oh. That would explain it. I squeeze his hand with my little bit of energy, suddenly becoming upset also. I almost died? I would have been without him. I never would have been Dauntless. My eyes fill with tears “I’m not going anywhere.” I say, looking at him deeply. His own eyes start to well up, and he presses his lips to my forehead softly “Good.” I shut my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek. Partly from my close call, and partly from my overwhelming love for him in this moment. “What-‘’ I start, and he stops me “They’re running tests right now. But it looked an awful lot like poisoning.” He says, wrinkling his forehead at the memory. I sigh, and words flash in my mid ‘The simulation.’ I said that, before I blacked out. It all comes rushing back. The simulation was different. Someone changed it. “Someone tried to kill me.” I say, and he nods. “Again?” I say, raising an eyebrow. This is obviously pretty common in Dauntless. Or maybe I’m just really unlikable. “I don’t know why.” he says. I close my eyes, sighing. I have a very bad feeling about this.
Tobias comes to visit me later in the day, after Zeke had to go back to take his simulation for the day, which I am apparently just missing. I’ll have to go straight to my fear landscape. They’ll probably just average my scores over 4, instead of 5. Perfectly fair. Oh well, I suppose. I’m almost definitely getting in, thanks to my Divergence. It’s just a matter of my rank. “How are you?” Four asks, sitting in the chair which Zeke has occupied since I’ve been here. I try to shrug, but that hurts. My muscles ache dully all over. “Well…” I look at my surroundings. He chuckles. “I’m here about what happened yesterday. You said ‘The simulation.’ Before you went out. What did that mean?” he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward slightly. “The simulation was contaminated.” I say. “I noticed it was a different color and consistency. But I didn’t think much of it until I was passing out.” I say. His eyes widen. “It must have only been administered to you. How…” he pauses, pondering. “I left the room to use the restroom.” He says, snapping his fingers. “That would have given someone time to change it.” I say, and he nods. “But the only one with access to the room other than me was… Eric.” He says slowly. I sigh “So they know then. If the leaders are trying to kill me. They know.” I say, my heart sinking. He glances to the side “I’m not so sure your mother wants you dead, as strange as that sounds. My guess is they do know, and they wanted to test a new kind of simulation.” He says, lacing his finger together. The mention of my mother stings a bit. “One that could control Divergents.” I say, comprehending. From a Erudite prospective, that is the perfect opportunity to test something. “Obviously it caused a bad reaction in you. Did it work?” he says, concerned. I tilt my head “Actually, it was more realistic. Not quite undetectable, but close.” I say. He frowns “They’re developing that for something. I just don’t know what.” I furrow my forehead. Why would they need a simulation that could control everyone? I’m not sure I want to know. “We can’t really investigate that , however. Because you aren’t dead.” He says, shrugging. I scoff “Oh how unfortunate. I’ll try harder next time.” He grins “You are feeling better.” I roll my eyes “Mentally, sure. Physically, not so much.” He smirks, standing “You still have to do your landscape on Monday. No excuses.” I sigh “Perfect.”
A/N: Oh boy, only a few more chapters, and then we start the sequel!I'm trying to decide if I should just combine it with this one and seperate it into 2 parts, or do a seperate story. Please let me know what you think in the comments! If you enjoyed, slap dat vote button, and stay Dauntless:)
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Dauntless- A fanfic of Divergent
FanfictionDivergent from a new characters point of view-Jeanine Mathews daughter. She's lived a life of constant pressure and abuse in Erudite, so what will happen when she chooses Dauntless the year before Tris does and falls in love with another initiate?