All for You.

Prologue

All for You.

Continuation of The Truth After Allegiant; Following Learning to Trust

Book Three
 
 
 
Prologue

Day Seven

Being dragged by guards through Candor hallways really opened closed wounds, physically and mentally for the girl.

Dragged from her hospital bed in Erudite.

Dragged to the vehicle which carried her to Candor.

Dragged from the vehicle to a holding cell.

She couldn't walk. The injuries done to her leg have caused her to undergo three surgeries; all muscular damage. Her balance; also affected by a drug given to her while she was held hostage in a building for three and a half years while her family members were told she was dead, makes her almost unable to learn how to use crutches for the time being.

Things have been hard. Today is here only to make them worse.

No one told her what was happening; that seven days ago the board of leaders from the five factions decided that she would be put under trial just as everyone who was rescued was. This way, they would know who was and wasn't an ally, or in Tris Prior's case, what the hell happened.

She is dragged to the center of a massive audience, and the scene is very familiar to three years ago when she stood in the very same place and publicly announced that she shot her best friend's boyfriend.

Silver domes meant to project her voice hover above her, and her mind races in panic as she searches the crowd.

She panics as she cannot focus on one thing, not even one individual person. Crowds had never done her good inside the building; blank memories of people surrounding her and beating her to a pulp filling her mind.

That's all she has: a few blank memories. Memories that she acknowledges, but has no clue where they're from, what truly happened during them, or who or what is in them.

So she wobbles on her right leg in the middle of a sea of people, unable to barely stand with her lack of balance and the beige colored cast that goes from her foot up to her bony thigh.

A tall man comes up with a needle she recognizes as a serum transmitter. She cowers at his strength and authority; scared he will kick her already unbalanced foot out from under her before he leaves.

The needle goes in her neck, and she surprises herself when she squeals lightly, flinching away from the needle.

"May the truth set you free." The man says just as another man starts talking.

"State your full name." West barks.

Words burst from her chest, but none make it out of her mouth. A series of raspy breaths are heard by few as the girl manages to catch her balance on her foot.

"What is your name?" He says again.

"Beatrice Prior." The girl says in a short breath, only few able to hear her.