Convergent

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Tobias

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The war is stopped. My mother chose me. She chose me.

That is all that repeats in my head on the car ride back to the Bureau. As I pull up to the front steps, I see Christina and Cara sitting next to the blue water fountain in the shape of a crashing wave. I step out of the vehicle and slam the door shut. I jog up the steps towards Cara and Cristina, but as I get closer, I realize tears stain their cheeks.

"Hey!" I say as I pull off my hoodie, revealing my black short sleeve t-shirt. My breath is viable in the cold, but with my adrenaline running, I am warm. "What's wrong?"

Christina shakes her head. "Where- where's Tris?" I ask.

Cara opens her mouth slowly. "Four, she was shot. Badly. In the side near vital organs." My heart stops. For a second, I can't breathe. "She's unconscious and is under major procedure. Doctors said she has a 5% of living."

I am standing still. I can't move. I can't breathe again. I can't hear anymore. Cara's mouth continues to move, but all I hear is the ringing in my ears. My sweater drops onto the steps, and I push through the glass doors of the Bureau. Security guards try to stop me by grabbing my arms, but I elbow one in the face and jab the other one's throat with my fist.

My feet guide me and start jogging. I run down the glass hallway, with the skyline of Chicago in the distance, but I barely notice it. I turn the corner to see the Weapons Lab, with the glass doors blown into pieces. I look inside. The death serum has stopped, probably shut off by personnel, and blood soaks the floor. An empty wheel chair sits eerily in the middle of the room, as if protecting the deadly secrets behind it.

I continue to run, my feet picking up faster and faster. I hear shouting to my left, and follow the noise.

I arrive to the Bureau's hospital, where a crowd of people stand around. I push through multiple people and swing open the heavy door as if it were light. Bright yellow lights blind me, and I run into another door. In the center of the door, lays a small window. I peek through it and see four doctors running frantically back and forth. Three bodies lay on three metal beds. One female, two male. Tris.

I scream and pound on the door, demanding to be let in, but strong hands pull my arms to my side and a needle sticks quickly into my throat.

My muscles begin to fail and my body becomes weaker. I stop shouting and my thoughts slur together. I see Amar and George yanking me to my feet and walking me into a cold room.