Damaged

Chapter One

A/N
Hey guys! So this is my first fan fic and I really hope you enjoy it. I've been working on it for a while now and I decided to publish the first part. If you guys like it just comment because I'm not really sure if I should keep uploading. I might not be able to upload that much so sorry about that I am very busy. I will try to upload at least once a month. Also this part of the story will be alternating perspectives a lot, but the rest of the story will mainly be told in either Tris or Tobias's perspective and also this will probably be the longest part in the story just because I have to explain the story line, so don't expect every chapter to be this long. Happy reading😁!

Tris POV

   I wake with a jolt that hurts my side. Where was I? All I could remember was David's, horrible, creased face and then the shooting, stabbing, burning pain of a bullet wound somewhere in my body. I was so disoriented. Maybe from the painkillers or maybe from the pain itself. The second thought that comes into my mind, after David, is Tobias. It was him who had mentally gotten me through my mission. Or should I say Caleb's mission. All I had to do was picture his face and then I knew I  could fight off death for as long as I wanted. Because I had something to live for. I had lost all of my family in a way, but I still have him and that's all that matters now. Was he ok? What does he think happened to me? I was still to disorientated to think clearly, and every memory I had was hazy, but I tried hard to think of what had happened. I was in the weapons lab and I was talking to David, trying to distract him while I slowly backed up, getting closer and closer to the keypad that I would have to use to release the memory serum. I knew he had a gun. I knew, but I didn't care. My life versus every memory in Chicago. There wasn't much competition. I lunged at the button at the same time he pulled the trigger. I remember the sound of the gun going off and every memory after that is hazy from the pain of the wounds. I manage to open my eyes slightly, only enough to see the room I was in. It was your typical hospital room,clean and perfect. Sitting in the chair beside my bed was Caleb. Looking at his face brought on more memories, though they were still blurry. 

I was lying on the floor of the weapons lab drifting in and of consciousness. I saw Caleb, but only briefly. He picked me up, ignoring my groans of pain, and he ran all the way down the hall. Looking at him now, he looked different, older somehow. He was only ten months older than me. He had worry lines creasing his face and he looked almost guilty. Nothing like the annoying, stubborn brother that I used to know. Before he had betrayed me and Tobias I used to feel sorry for him. I used to think that he might have been finding it hard to keep up. Tobias and I had had training when it came to fighting and shooting, and we were used to rough conditions, but Caleb had never held a gun in his life before the simulation attack on Abnegation. He had told me and Tobias that he was going back to the Abnegation to help them rebuild, and it wasn't hard for me to see why. He wasn't Dauntless or Erudite. He had always been Abnegation. But after I went to Jeanine  Mathews to stop the simulation driven suicides she was making the Dauntless commit, I realised he was working for her. 

When he saw my eyes open his face lit up with a brief smile before it settled back down to its creased, worried expression. The painkillers must have numbed whatever injuries I had but I could still feel a dull pain in my side every time I breathed. "Beatrice?" he said, his voice laced with worry, "How are you?" I opened my mouth to speak, expecting my usual soft but firm voice to come out but all I heard was a squeak. I struggled to sit up, but the dull pain in my side turned into a roaring fire, threatening to burn me up. I decided it would be best if I stayed lying down. "Caleb" I said, surprised at how weak my voice sounded, "I'm fine but I'm going to need you to explain to me exactly what happened. Spare me no details."

Caleb POV

    I had to think fast. Damnit. I wasn't very good at that. I tried to think. The closer I let those guards get to the weapons lab, then the less chance Beatrice had of stopping the memory wiping in Chicago. So if that failed, then not only would everyone we knew back in Chicago have their memory wiped but also Beatrice would have risked her life for nothing. And it would all me my fault. Again. I knew I could never take the guards out alone, even with the training that Four had given me. I don't know what part of me decided first - my mind or my legs - but I was suddenly running at one of the two guards. He was the only one with a gun so if I got his gun off him, I could take them both out. I tackled him to the ground, not quite as gracefully as Beatrice would have done it, but I got the gun off of him and they were both down clutching at bullet wounds within seconds. I sprinted the rest of the way down to the weapons lab.