Allegiant: Alternate Ending.

Allegiant: Alternate ending.

By: batzmary (M.C Rojas)

Hey guys, well I wrote this like 2 months ago. It's on my fanfiction account. I honestly hope you like it.

To be honest, I LOVED the ending. It was... painful and heart wrenching, but... it was... at the same time, soothing. Like if it said that no matter what kind of shit life throws at you, you can still lean on your friends and move on. "We can be mended. We mend each other."

It was the RIGHT ending just because Veronica Roth wanted it that way... (After all, it's her story and she can do whatever the hell she wants with it.)

But still, my heart aches just by the though of Tris dying and Tobias having to go through that. I hated how lonely his life sounded at the Epilogue. I hated that Tris made him better (like Amar pointed out) and that she was just taken away from him. I hated how Tris wanted to live (deserved to live) and...how she survived the death serum only to be killed by that...son of a bitch, David!

So in this, I'm writing an alternate ending. I need to pretend that Tris is still alive somehow and I hope that this also helps all of you out there. I mean, I'm an okay writer, I'm just... a wannabe xD still, I hope this helps you as it helped me.

Damn...I've never been so affected by a book before... o.O

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.

I'M GONNA BE MIXING PARTS OF THE BOOK WITH WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING, ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VERONICA ROTH. (So don't sue me, please xD)

So... here goes nothing....

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TRIS

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I hear footsteps in the hallway outside. The soldiers are coming. Good -I need them to. I need them to be exposed to the air-born serum, to pass it on to the rest of the compound. I hope they wait until the air is clear of death serum.

"My mother wasn't a fool," I say. "She just understood something you didn't. That it's not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil."

I back up another step and say, "She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person's genetics. That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own. That's why I need to stop you from 'sacrificing' all those people and their memories. Why I need to rid the world of you once and for all."

I shake my head.

"I didn't come here to steal anything, David."

I twist and lunge toward the device. The gun goes off and pain races through my body. I don't even know where the bullet hit me.

I can still hear Caleb repeating the code for Mathew. With a quaking hand I type in the numbers on the keypad.

The gun goes off again, but this time I hear it go off twice. A bullet hits the machinery next to my head, right next to my ear.

"Tris!" I hear Caleb behind me.

I feel something liquid and warm running down by back and stomach and I look down, my shirt stained with blood. The green button, I remember as I clutch my stomach. I look up from my wound and press it on the keypad.

I hear a beep and a churning sound.

"Tris!" I hear Caleb yell my name again as my vision becomes spotty at the edges. The blood trickles through my fingers as I clutch my stomach harder. I fall to my knees and in a second, Caleb is right beside me, wearing the suit that would supposedly delay the death serum's effects.