Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Last Call

Back to the Divergent world. Short but not sweet at all.
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TRIS
What that monster did was cruel. He's heartless, cold, a murderer. I've never seen an act so bloody, so gruesome. I've never seen someone kill another human being out of pure malice.

I sit alone at this cold bar, nearly empty. I'm on my third drink and it's getting late and I'll be a zombie for training tomorrow, but I don't care. I just keep thinking about Christina. I suck the beer bottles dry, and each one ends with a thought of her.

Christina was so much smaller than Eric. She was barely an initiate, just dipping her feet in the water and learning to grow into herself. She fought so hard that time, but she was still beaten to a pulp by Molly. She forfeited. Eric helped Christina to her feet, and told us to follow him. He was holding onto her arm as he marched, and I just wanted to grab her back and hold her tight.

I should have done that. Because I would never get to hold her again. We stopped at the chasm, and Eric eyed it carefully, as if debating on what to do. I'll never forget his words to Christina.

"This is for your cowardice."

In the blink of an eye, Eric swiftly pushed her over the ledge. And she fell all the way down. And I screamed. And she was gone.

And she was dead.

The last image of the girl I fell in love with was her big doe eyes staring up at Eric with such fear. Her nose was bloodied from the fight and her lip was cracked open. She was sweaty and helpless. I remember, her eyes locked on mine in her very last seconds. I began to push my way forward to grab her, but it was too late. She was screaming all the way down, and we all heard a faint splash and a crack from below.

I felt my world crumble. I will never hold her again. I will never kiss her again. I will never get to tell her how much I truly loved her. I will never get to feel her heart beating against my chest after a nightmare, after I've calmed her down and kissed her cheeks. I will never see her smile again. I will never see her grow and mature.

She's dead.

Christina is dead.

Now, as I sip my fourth beer, I hazily look around the room. There's no one else here, just me and my thoughts and the lonely bartender counting her tips.

I push the thought of Christina in the back of my mind for a second, and then Eric pops into my brain. Bile rises into my throat, sour and bitter.

Four is furious. So is Max. Eric murdered an innocent initiate, who was so much smaller than him, in cold blood, for something so trivial as losing a fight. He's going on trial and will most likely be executed or given a life sentence.

It doesn't matter. It won't bring my love back.

I remember Four's horrified face when he heard us screaming. He looked over the railing and his face went pale. I don't want to know what he saw. I didn't want to look.

Four dragged Eric into the ring and beat the living crap out of him, but I was too busy sobbing to notice what happened. Christina was gone. That's all I needed to know.

I finish my beer and look over at the bartender. She's cleaning glasses with an old rag now, and she eyes me from the other end of the bar.

"Last call, sweetie," she quips.

Last call. One more drink. One more minute before I puke all over the floor. The world is spinning and the string lights are glistening.

As I'm about to ask for a shot of tequila, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and I can barely make out Four's face because the sudden movement hurts too much and causes my eyes to cross.

"Lets go, Tris. You can't drink like this," he says. It's an echo.

I get off the bar stool and nearly tumble to the ground, but Four holds me up. I can't speak. My eyes hurt too much and my throat is raw.

I hear him say something like "It's okay, she's my initiate," before he snatches me up and puts me over his shoulder. I hang onto his shirt as he marches me out of the bar.

"Four," I sob. "I miss her. I loved her!"

"I know you did. And I'm sure she loved you, too," he says. There's a pause, I think. "He's serving twenty-five years. Death is too good for him."

"It won't bring her back!"

"Neither will you drinking until last call."

I stop resisting then, and I fall limp. The world twists again before I'm completely out, and my last thought is of Christina smiling at me before she fades away. 

I hope she can forgive me.