Chasing Dauntless (A Divergent OC Fanfic in Dauntless)

Chapter Twelve

"Thanks for making me last," I said as I sat down on the edge of the chair, leaning my elbows on my knees. I looked up at Chase with a sarcastic smile on my face. Chase lightly chuckled. "Eve and Duncan are definitely done by now," he said, setting things up for my simulation. "Nobody will check on your results tonight. Nobody will ask us about how the landscape went." He glanced at me. "And people will notice when you come out super early." I stoppped smiling and sat back in the chair.

Chase handed me the sensors and syringe wordlessly. I injected my neck with the liquid and pressed the censors on. "Let's do this," he murmured as he sat back in the chair. I closed my eyes.

I was in a small mirrored room. Chase was leaning against one of the mirrors, his arms crossed, his biceps stretching the short sleeves of his slim black v-neck shirt. "Are you usually in these things?" I asked. A corner of Chase's mouth turned up. "Nope. Buuut you and I are divergent." I nodded, then heard a low growl.

Damn it.

The room, slightly bigger, now had a large black bear at one end. My heart started to pound. "Fear of bears," Chase said. "Yes, I know," I snapped. Chase raised his eyebrows. "You? Of all things? Bears?" My eyes narrowed. "Shut up. You're afraid of tunnels." Chase opened his mouth, then closed it. "Damn," he muttered. The bear took a step towards us. "Knife," I breathed, and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. My eyes still closed, I bent down and felt around. I smiled when my hands met a handle. But when I opened my eyes, it was as small as a pocketknife, the blade only a few inches long. I groaned, then had a different idea. "Chase," I called. "Close your eyes." I heard him breathe in, about to say something. "I-okay. They're closed." I fell to my knees and concentrated.

When I opened my eyes, the room was about eight feet longer. I allowed myself a quick smile. "Jess, don't do this," Chase warned. I whirled around. "Why not?" I barked. Chase was taken aback by my harshness. "It isn't supposed to happen like this," he said, his eyebrows together. He looked, somehow, hurt. "Chase, this is my mind. Please let me concentrate." "Fine." Taking a deep breath, I walked to the mirrored wall to my right.

I stared at myself, stared at my repeating reflections all around the room. I took a deep, wavering breath, and raised my hand to the glass.

I tapped the mirror with one finger.

Crack.

The sound was one of the best I'd ever heard. I knocked on the mirror, then pounded with both my fists. The crack instantly spread down the mirror, towards the bear.

Gathering all of my confidence, I took a few steps toward the bear.

I looked up into its eyes: its dark, shiny, black eyes.

My hand scrambled for the mirror. Instead of it usually being cold, the mirror was warm. Good. I pulled my hand back and slammed it onto the mirror.

A tiny chip of the mirror fell away, then a larger chunk. Blazing heat tumbled through. I could hear the crackling inferno. I kicked the mirror as hard as I could. Huge pieces fell away onto the floor. The bear cried out as the entire wall area around it collapsed, exposing it to the fire. I turned to a stunned Chase. But the walls behind him weren't showing Chase's back, like I had expected. They were a blank grey.

I turned around.

The room was back to its original size now, and I was suddenly sitting on a bench. Chase stood in the corner, watching me carefully. A door I hadn't noticed burst open. Several muscled, tattooed, and pierced Dauntless police stormed in, followed by a clone of Chase. The other Chase pointed at me. "That's her," he said in an angry voice that Chase hadn't used with me in weeks. "That's the divergent one," the other Chase spat.

My head buzzed. My heart sank and pounded in my ears.

The dauntless police rushed over.

I glanced at the real Chase. His eyebrows were together, but his nostrils were flared. His arms were crossed, but his biceps were bulging and his knuckles were white.

I felt rough hands on my arms. I struggled. "You're coming with us," one of the guys growled. "Get off of me," I hissed. I shook off the guy's grip. They grabbed on harder. I whipped around and punched him in the face, hard. The guy reeled back. I whipped around and kicked the other guy in the knee. He yelped and crumbled. I shoved the first guy to the ground and hit the second guy in the face. They stayed on the floor. I turned to the other Chase.

He stood there, arms hanging still by his sides. He glowered at me, his eyes piercing and menacing, not warm and soft like they usually were. There was nothing but hate in his eyes. He looked me up and down, and a repulsed look came to his face. "Divergent scum," he spat. "Good that you'll be killed. You're nothing." It was Chase's voice, but it wasn't him. I didn't even want to look at the real Chase to see what he was doing.

"You're not meant for dauntless. You're a coward and terrible and never should have been born."

Each word was like its own tiny knife, digging into my skin. I gulped.

"You're a selfish. Little. Bitch."

I was fuming at this other Chase, but it was still Chase, in a way.

I clenched my fist. I knew I wasn't supposed to do that for a real punch, you were supposed to wait until you were just about to make contact to clench your fist.

I pulled my arm back and slammed the other Chase across the face.

He stumbled back, but not enough for a punch of that size. I hit him in the face again and again. Blood began to drip down the fake Chase's nose. I pelted him with punches and kicked him more times than I could count. He finally fell to the ground, his identical black t-shirt wet with blood.

I noticed my face was wet, and that tears were dripping down my face. I smashed my booted foot into the other Chase's head, neck, and chest, until I felt hands on my arms. The hands, though they were calloused, were soft. Chase, the real one, pulled me back, whispering into my ear. All I caught was strands of my name. I stared, disgusted and mortified, at the crumpled body on the floor. I finally realized what Chase was saying: "Jess. This isn't real. This isn't real." I tried to shake Chase's hands off of me. I knew that it was the real one, but I didn't want to see him.