Burning With the Fire (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Goodbye Marlene

***Arielle's POV***

    The next morning, Aria is shaking me awake in a panic. She has tear streaks down her doll-like face, making me jump up from my position lying down. I cradle her face in my hands gently, searching her face for any sign of harm.

    "Ria, baby, what is it?" I ask her softly as she sniffles.

    "Eric said Marlene died. I heard him on the phone." Aria whimpers, making my jaw drop. I take Aria's hand, and I take her across to her bedroom, where Elizabeth still remains asleep in the bed the two sisters share.

    "Stay here, love. I'll be right back for you." I tell her quietly, and I leave the room as quietly as possible, to insure Elizabeth remains asleep. I make my way out to the living area, where Eric sits on the couch with our baby, feeding her. My heart melts at the sight, but then I remember why I came out here in the first place. "Eric?" I call out to him softly, and he jumps at the sound of my voice. Luckily, Jenevieve is too busy with her bottle to notice.

    "Did I wake you up?" Eric asks in concern, and I shake my head.

    "Aria heard you on the phone. Is Marlene really... gone?" My voice cracks involuntarily. Eric nods once, a solemn expression coating his features. "What happened?" I ask, and Eric shakes his head.

    "The attack on Candor, the one I lead, we were shooting them with non-lethal bullets, or, at least, we thought they were bullets. Turns out, they were sim-darts. We had no idea why, but we just continued to follow orders. Turns out Jeanine had planned for the Candor mission to fail from the beginning. She had the simulation plan up her sleeve as back-up leverage." Eric explains to me, and I can't help but look to my feet.

    How did our world get so screwed up so quickly? And why is the world punishing us even more?

    "Eric, it's not your fault. You had orders." I try to ease his grief, but he just shakes his head.

    "Orders are just orders, Arielle. You always have a choice, and I made the choice to follow those orders, to lead that mission, and to dig my own fucking grave. Don't patronize me, Arielle. I don't deserve it, and I never will."

    Jenevieve's cries stop either of us from speaking, as if she knew that both her parents are upset, and that she wanted it to stop. Eric turns to face her, as she is crying in his arms, and he begins to rock her gently.

    "Hey, princess, don't cry. Daddy's here. You're safe, angel." Eric murmurs to our baby, and her cries cease instantly. She looks up to Eric, and babbles sweet nothings to him. He chuckles, smiling brightly down at his daughter. Tears spring in my eyes, and my heart squeezes at the beautiful sight before me. "Oh yeah, well I love you too Jen. So much, princess, so, so much."

    And at that moment, everything felt like it was going to be okay for a while.

***Uriah's POV***

    "Man, you look like shit, Uriah. How you doing?" Zeke asks me as I sit at one of the tables in the dining hall, sipping from a mug of black coffee. I would be lying if I said this was just coffee...

    "How the fuck do you think I'm feeling, Zeke? Elizabeth hates me, and Marlene is dead. I would rather jump into the chasm." I growl, squeezing the mug in my hands so hard that it is on the verge of shattering.

    "Woah, that bad, huh?" Zeke asks sympathetically, taking the seat across from me. I don't bother replying, I just stare at the table dully. "Well, as if your day could get any worse..." Zeke mutters, and he nods his head towards the entrance of the dining hall. I turn around in a flash, and just a glimpse of the long blonde hair and lean figure tells me that Elizabeth has come for breakfast, or lunch. I don't know anymore...

    Her eyes find mine immediately, and even at the distance we are from each other, I can see the conflict and hollowness of her once full and loving eyes. Her eyes do a once over of me, which creates a furrow in her brows, like she's upset or on deep thought.

    "You guys keep staring at each other any longer and Eric might have an aneurysm." Zeke chuckles, and I briefly glance to Eric, who is standing in the food line with his sister and Arielle. He looks angry, but I remind myself, when doesn't he? Arielle also meets my gaze, and she seems uncomfortable. I wonder who could have done that... ding, ding, ding, you got it! This lousy idiot right here...

    I slam my mug down, successfully shattering it. The shards are all over the table, me, and even Zeke. My nostrils are flaring, anger seeping from my body in heeps and heeps. I storm out of the dining hall with every single set of eyes on me and not a care in the world. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears, and I can't seem to think straight. The only things running through my head are Marlene and Elizabeth.

    Marlene and Elizabeth.

    Elizabeth and Marlene.

    Marlene.

    Elizabeth.

    Their names are the only words in my mind.

    And before I know it, I find myself in the old initiate training area. There are the sparring mats in one part, punching bags and other training equipment in another. I head straight for the punching bags, and without further ado, I begin to spar again the punching bag I have decided to make my victim.

    Marlene.

    Elizabeth.

    The two people that won't leave my head.

    Elizabeth.

    Marlene.

    The ones I have wronged so greatly.

     Elizabeth and Marlene.

    Marlene and Elizabeth.

    The people I can't get back.

    I can't feel my body anymore. I see blood and bruising, but I don't feel it. They're just there for show, to tell me to stop. But I can't stop. This is my punishment. I lost them, I deserve this. I deserve this.

    But suddenly, a voice breaks through the dark.

    "Uriah! Stop!"

Well, I'm not sure how I feel about this...

I'm back lovelies, and I'm so sorry for being gone for so long. I'm not going to give excuses, I'm just going to say sorry and try to do better, as that's all I or anyone can do.

Have a wonderful day/night ❤️❤️