Emergent: Allegiant Alternative Ending

Chapter 4

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Sorry for the short chapter. :(

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Tris:

I awake to a steady beeping next to my bed.

I try to sit up, in what seems to be a hospital bed, but a sharp pain pierces through my abdomen and I settle myself down again. I use my wasted time to think. What is going on? The last thing I remember was a flash of green light then darkness...And Tobias? I'm still not sure if I was hallucinating when I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. I don't know where we were when he did cry, but it probably wasn't even real. Would he really cry over me? I know he loves me without a doubt, but I didn't think he wouldn't be that devastated if I did died. He would get over it, like the rest of his past. His fathers abuse, his mothers fake death, the war. He puts all of his problems behind him and goes on with his life. Sometimes I wish I could do what he could do. To forget about the past. I mourn my parents deaths, my friends deaths, and my brothers betrayal. I wish I could just forget the pain I suffered in my life. But that's not possible.

I hit my head. I think. That's why I thought he was crying. 

I look around the room to find no one, only machinery. I lay there for what seems like and hour until the door creaks. I expect to see a doctor,  a friend, Tobias, but I see my worst nightmare. He walks in and stands at the foot of my bed not making a noise, just staring evilly at me. He soon shifts his stormy eyes toward my abdomen and his grin widens. (The gif on the side!)

"Who did this to you, darling?" He sneers, smirking. 

"I think you should know." I croak, frightened by his presence. Why was he here? I thought he didn't remember me. Did the plan not work? As millions of questions ran though my head, he spoke again.

"Don't be frighted, Beatrice. I don't bite.." He ponders, touching his chin. "But I might shoot." He mocked, glancing at my bullet wounds once more.

"What do you want?" I command, suddenly gaining courage. "Came here to kill me? I think you should know by now I can't easily be killed." I stated proudly, at the thought of my sacrifices. 

"I don't want you dead, dear." He says walking closer. "I want you to be not worth living." He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How could you do that? I'm Divergent. Everyone wants to be like me." I state, even though I know I hate being Divergent. It's nothing special, you just are always on the run, almost being killed by everything and everyone. I have a feeling everyone envies me for my Divergence, even though they know the cautions, but I somehow understand why. They all know what they did that night at the start  of the war in Abnegation. When they killed innocent people when they were not aware. It hurt them just as much as it hurt me to be aware and not be able to stop them until hours later. When I had to shoot my good friend. We are the same, but I'm the only one who realizes it.

"They do now, but they won't soon." He says angrily.

"How?" I say, confused.

"Betrayal is a strong thing, Beatrice. When you betray your friends, they will no longer care for you. They will no longer care if you die." He glares at me. He pauses and starts to fiddle with one of the machines next to my bed.

"You see, I need you to betray your friends. I need you to make them feel like they don't even know you. I suggest pretending that you knew about Bureau since you were younger." He ponders for a second. "Tell them that your mother told you and this was all a plan." He says.

"Why would I do that?" I say, sinking into my bed, afraid of his answer.

"Well, I can arrange to have some people get a shot of a particular serum." He grins. "I believe it causes death." I realize now I have to do this, even though how much it hurts me.

I stay silent for a moment then talk. "Fine." I sigh. "Just promise me you will not hurt anyone." I say looking up into his eyes.

"Oh dear, you will be the only one harming your friends." His grin widens. "And also your friend, Uriah." He swivels on his foot and swiftly walks out of the placid room.

Uriah's in a coma. I think. Then, I suddenly realize something. Uriah was never in a coma.