Emergent: Allegiant Alternative Ending

Chapter 5

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Sorry to keep you waiting! :( I know that a lot of you guys are confused. I'm guessing that you guys want o know who "the man" is? I might have given it away last chapter or you've have already figured it out, but if not, Tris will say it this chapter. Sorry, but I feel like cliffhangers ae the best way to end a chapter. Enjoy! :)

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Tris:

My groggy eyes reopen. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but now the burning lights are no longer on. There are dark shadows in the deep corners in the now grey room. I still lie in the chemical coated bed, with horrid smells burning my nose. I search my surrounding for something, anything. All I see are shadows.

The memories that had recently occurred flashed though my mind. I have to betray my friends? Uriah's  helping me? How is all of this possible. Uriah was cold, lifeless last time I saw him, and now he's well enough to lie to our friend? .It is too surreal. The constant question that keeps lingering in my mind is too horrid to even think about. 

David remembers. (Told you! Haha!)

How could he remember. He said he only had a resistance to the death serum due to his injection of the special serum. Did he know this was going to happen? Did he lie? He tried to kill me and he doesn't even have the decency to tell me the truth? I was about to die, and we both knew it. I have been in many near death experiences, but this was the closest. I can still feel the creeping chill in my chest, and I'm quiet sure it's lingering death. My chest still aches from previous bullet wounds and my head is pounding. 

Where is everyone? I'm not being conceited, but I felt like someone I knew would atleat be at my bed side. At least my friends Cara, Matthew, Christina. Not even my own brother is here and aswell as my boyfriend, Tobias. 

I continue looking around my room until I see a red glowing light to the left side of my bed. It has a picture of an oddly shaped line on it, shaped like an arch. At both ends, it becomes increasingly thicker, then stops. Faded white glowing letters on the bottom spell "CALL" . I hesitantly push down on the button. Once the small circle pops back up, a small, mechanical beep goes off.

Within seconds, Cara flies thought the white door and the bright lights turn on. I sheld by eyes with my arm while Cara sprints up to my bed. Our bodies connect within he bone-crushing hug and I feel her chest heaving for breath. I groan at the sudden contact to my sore body, and I guess she heard me. She immediately backed away and looked down.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"Hey," I say. "Where is everybody?" 

Just then, a squealing Christina came barging into my room and I was hugged once again. I held in my pain so Christina could reunite with me in peace. Matthew followed soon after, but walked casualty towards me and gave me an awkward hug. 

"Thank heavens, your okay! I was so scared Tris. I couldn't bare to lose you" Christina said adoringly, as some tears flowed silently down her cheeks. I felt water well up in my eyes, but I held it back. I have to be strong. I can't just go sacrificing myself and being brave, then go cry in the corner. That's just not who I am.

"I told you I'd never leave you." I say matter-so-factly. "I just don't break promises like that." I say softly at the end.

Christina cracks out a sob and lies her head on my thighs. I flinch slightly at the pressure, but she does not seem to notice due to her loud crying.Just as I was about to ask, it was as if my mind was read.

Tobias walked into the room uncertainly and carefully positioned himself on the chair on the right side of my bed, away from everyone else. No one seems to notice his presence due to their small talk about my "miracle". 

"Guys," I say loud enough so everyone to hear me. "Can you leave us two alone for a little while?"  I say motioning my head in Tobias's direction. The all mumble 'okays' and give sad smiles, then leave.

Tobias looks down at the floor, some how looking interested. I sigh loudly, making him glance in my direction.

"So," I say fiddling with my hands. "Did the plan work?" I look over towards him.

A wave of emotions cross his face, then he turns furious.

"Are you kidding me?" His says raising his voice. "You just almost died and all you care about is the stupid plan!"

"I couldn't just let my own brother die." I say trying to sound calm. "He's my only family left." I whisper the last part to myself.

"That trader is not your brother." He spits at me. "He tried to kill you! Don't you realize that!" He yells.

"I realize that Four!" I hiss his nickname. "I can see it in his face he is truly sorry. He was going to sacrifice himself so I would forgive him!" I scream.

"He should've died." He sneers, staring straight into my eyes.

My breath hitches in my throat and tears threaten to spill. How could he. I trusted him I though he would understand.

"You know what," I say, looking straight into his eyes. "I should've died. My life's a big mistake anyway. You deserve to be alone." I say with all seriousness. 

Hurt crosses his face and I suddenly want to take back what I said. I love Tobias. There is no denying that he loves me too, and now I'm here telling him I wish I could die to leave him.

Before he can say anything, I yell. "Get out!" I scream.

"Tris-" He tries reasoning with me, but I cut him off.

"Get out!" I yell and point at the door. He grabs my wrist loosely at first, until I start squirming.

"Let go of me!" I yell and start punching his arm. He continues to hold my wrist while I yell, until he suddenly squeezes his fingers around my wrist it's unbearable. Tears escape my eyes and I still yell, but in pain.

"Let go of me Marcus!" I scream at the top of my lungs. His fingers fly off my wrist. I look down to see there are dark, finger-shaped bruises forming on my swollen arm. I look up and I see so many emotions on his face, but all I can see is the water welling up in his eyes. He looks down at my midsection, where I'm currently cradling my black wrist. Tears escape his eyes, and he does not bother to wipe them off. 

"You should leave." I say, glancing at my arm once more. He hurt me. He was so determined to no be like his father, but he damaged me without even realizing it. All I could think about now is how Marcus would beat Evelyn. What if the situations were switched. I was the helpless women in her 40's being beaten by her abusive husband, Tobias.

"Tris, please-" He begs, but I stop his pleading call.

"Leave." I say sternly. Few tears escape my eyes once more as he hangs his head low. He slouches as he walks to the door. He glances at me once more, and I know what he sees. He sees the one that he loves hurt, and he was the one that hurt them. He sees a broken girl, an orphan. I see tears in his eyes once again, but he won't let them leave this time. He's the strong Four, that shows no emotion and only finds happiness when his fists are connecting with someones face.

I stare at him until the door separates my view. I break down and cry. I let my animal side of me out and let all of my emotions out. My so called family just hurt me, abused me. The thing still in my mind is one question.

Does he still love me?