Resurgent: A Divergent Story//editing

Chapter 53

- Hector -

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Three hours.

It's been three hours since I arrived at the buildings outside the fence. They tried to explain to me how the city that I grew up in is only an experiment, and that the city is actually called Chicago, and there are other cities like ours.

I had mixed emotions about the realizations. At first I was confused, then I was angry. How could my whole life just be an experiment? I didn't talk to anyone for thirty minutes. But I didn't take it the worst. Once they told Jo, she ran away and hid. It ended up that she was hiding in a supply closet. It took an hour for Brian, Jenna, and Maci to find her, saying I didn't join them.

Al got out of surgery about an hour ago, but she hasn't woke up. They won't even let me into her room. Literally every time a doctor goes in there, I jump to my feet, but I just get a door slammed in my face.

Then, I hear one of Al's doctors whisper, "She just woke up."

I stand to try to get into the door, but someone pulls me back. It is one of the men who Jenna told me carried Al into her wheelchair.

"You can't go in there." He says, and I try to pull out of his grasp, but I can't. Damn, he's strong.

Another man comes and tries to help, but that just makes me even angrier.

"I just want to see her!" I yell, but they keep holding me back.

"JUST LET ME SEE HER!!!" I boom, but they don't let me go.

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- Al -

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I hear a small beep that is like a constant ping. I slowly open my eyes, and I am in an all white room. It smells of soap, but I can tell where I am now. I look down at myself in an all white gown. I am laying in an all white bed, with all white sheets, and a white blanket draped over me. I see my arms, and my left one has a white cast on it. God why is everything here white?

I hear the door open, and then there is a man in white standing there, again with the white. A few seconds after the closes, I hear a yell, and I immediately recognize the voice. Hector.

I hear him screaming, and the the doctor says to me, "Don't worry, we are taking care of that."

I shake my head, "No, please let him in."

"He can come in once I give you your results," he says. I completely forgot that I just had surgery.

"The cast on your leg is a plaster cast, so you will be restricted to a wheelchair for about five weeks. Once we take off the cast and replace it, just for sanitary reasons, we can see if you would want it to be slightly bended, so it would be easier to walk on crutches, but we will cross that bridge when we get there. Also, slight fracture in your wrist, you'll get that cast off in about two, three weeks top," He says, and I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. I thought he would tell me that I had to get my leg cut off or something.

"Any questions?" He asks.

"Where am I?" I ask. Big Amar never told me what this place was.

"I mean involving your results," he say, trying to change the subject.

I shake my head, and then he exits the room. The second the door closes, it opens again, but instead of the doctor coming back in, I see a tall, black haired, blue eyed, boy standing right in front of me.

"Hector," I say, and he runs at me, with his arms open and wraps them around me.

"I-I thought you were dead," I say, and I feel tears streaming down my face.

"I thought you were going to die." He says, and pulls away. I scoot over on the bed, so he can sit, and he does.

"So what happened?" I ask him, and he goes into a full length story about how the tornado sucked him up, and how Kevin spared his life, and how after hours of walking, he and Jo finally reached wherever we are now.

After about ten minutes of Hector's lengthy story, the door opens, finally silencing him. In walks Al, the big Al.

Big Al, says, "Al, let me explain."

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I am staring at the ceiling. Al just left, and now I know exactly where I am, and how everything I know is a lie. I feel a tear roll down my cheek, and Hector rubs soothing circles on my hand.

Al said that they were going to reset the city. Erase the memory of every single person, and they will program them with the information they'll need. I don't even know if my family will know that I existed. They said that they will either program that I was killed in a tragic accident or I was never born. I don't know which I would prefer, seeing my family broken over my death or seeing them, a happy family, even if I am not there, because in their minds, I was never a part of their family.

I feel another tear fall down my cheek, and Hector squeezes my hand.

"What are you going to do, Hec?" I ask, and he squeezes even tighter.

He says, "I-I chose to," he pauses. He looks out the window at the barren grass. A smile emerges on his face.

How is he able to have the worst decision on his mind as he hold his crippled girlfriend's hand and stares out the window at the ugliest view? He looks back at me and says, "I chose to not choose, and I also chose that we are all going back into the city, and we are going to stop them from the memory erasing."

I smile at him, and he smiles too. "Well first you have to get me out of this goddamn hospital gown."

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"What is this place?" I ask as I stare out the window of the van we are taking to the city. I am surprised that they actually let us go back. Hector lied and said that we were just going to say goodbye.

"The fringe," Al says. It is so weird that I am named after him because his actual name is Albert.

They begin to explain what the fringe is, but I zone out and stare at the people out there. Jo waves her hand in front of my face, "Albert..." She says. God she has been calling me that since we found out.

"Shut up," I say and lightly punch her arm with the cast I have on my arm.

"Ow," she says, and rubs her arm where I hit her.

"Pansycake," I say.

She makes a face and says, "Cripple."

I hit her again with my cast.

"Shit that hurt," Jo says, and I laugh. She starts to laugh along. Then we are both cracking up, and all eyes in the van are turned to us.

"Sorry," I say, and everyone turns away. Jo looks back at me, and she bursts out laughing. Just like old times, sitting in class.

Then the truck comes to a stop and Jo flies into the seat in front of her, and I start to laugh. She gives me a death stare, and I nudge her with my cast. She starts laughing again, and the door opens. Hector and Amar are there, and Hector lifts me out of my wheelchair, and Amar grabs the chair. Hector sits me down, and then he starts to push me. As we approach the city wall, I see that there are ladders and platforms going up the wall. They seem to have fixed a little bit of the fence, but there is still a lot to fix.

Hector wheels me into the city and I look at the destroyed buildings. There isn't as much destruction as I thought there would be, but still, I wonder how many people died.

Amar pulls the van away, and Brian walks away from the van. "Two and a half hours!" He says, and we all head off to the city, my home, but it might not be once it is reset.

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AN: This is a crappy chapter and there is going to be one more!!!