Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

The Betrayal: Linkin Urie

Faction before blood.

Those words keep  swirling around my head, keeping me up at night. As soon as I feel  myself drifting off into a slumber, visions of Puck whirl into my mind,  snapping me .awake. Even more than my brother, thoughts of my parents  and Wendall and Frayn danced around. And I just felt so guilty.

But the guilt brought  confusion. In the beginning, I thought I was guilty because I dared to  be different. I dared to be different because deep down, I knew that was  who I was. But lately, I felt a different type of guilt; betrayal. And  not betrayal to my family. It was a different. I was guilty because I  couldn't do that. I couldn't betray my family.

I felt a hand clamp on  my shoulder and my eyes popped open. Fear built up in my chest as I  turned around violently. A girl with black hair and colorful hair stared  up at me. Her bright blue eyes were wide, lined with messy black  makeup.

She giggled slightly.  "Someone is a bit jumpy today, I see." I glared down at her, but she  just continued to stare at me. "Arin Freestone. And we have been Faction  mates for weeks and you haven't said one word to anyone."

"Well thanks for the  information, kid." Arin crinkled her eyes at me, poking at my arm as I  closed my eyes and kept tapping my finger against the metal seat. The  five leaders stood in a tight circle, speaking in hushed whispers.

Arin sighed beside me.  "Aren't you wondering what they are saying? It must be about us. I hope  it isn't about me." I let out an annoyed sigh, glaring down at her.

"Yes, Arin. They are  talking about you and how they are going to behead you." Arin's eyes  crinkled together as she stared at me. She punched me hard in the arm,  rolling her eyes.

The adults all clustered  away from themselves, turning to face the crowd of us. Matt spoke  first. "As this time comes upon us, I need each and every one of you to  remember one thing; faction before blood."

Merida looked at him,  her eyes emotionless. "I need Dauntless member Linkin Urie to come to  the front of the room." I felt eyes dart around the small room, everyone  trying to find out who I was.

Taking a deep breath, I  smiled brightly, standing tall as I pushed myself out from the cluster  of chairs. Though I kept my smile bright and cheery, I felt the panic  rise up. I heard whispers as I passed by other people, all my age. All  staring and whispering about the freak kid.

As I reached the front  of the room, Merida smiled over at me, but it was a sad sort of smile.  Matt crossed over to me, patting me hard on the shoulder. "This boy here  is to be put in a situation where he must choose what all of you will  have to choose at one time. He will have to choose faction or blood."

My heard raced as the  room stared at me. It wasn't that I was nervous that I was the center of  attention. But there was something about being a twin that made my  stomach curl; Puck was in trouble.

Merida ushered me to a  chair off to the side. She leaned down, whispering quickly in my ear.  "Don't say a word until we tell you to. Your brother is better off that  way." She pulled away, patting me slightly on the cheek.

A door opened, a loud,  sudden creak in such a quiet room. Two men dressed head to toe in black  led a colorful boy down the aisle, holding his arms violently. I  clenched my fists so hard I could feel the trickle of blood, but I  couldn't do anything about it.

Puck's eyes met mine as  they tossed him into a chair, securing the handcuffs to the chair. His  lip quivered and his eyes were watery. I felt the powerful rush of  hatred fill my chest.

Another one of the  adults, a tall, blonde women in charge of another faction stared down at  Puck, shaking her head as she saw him. "State your name and faction."  Her voice was flat and nasally.

Puck's voice, on the  other hand, shook. "Puckerman Urie. Amity Faction." The others took note  of this, scribbling his name into their books.

"And why, Mr. Urie, are  you on trial today?" I noticed a tear slip down his face. He attempted  to nudge it away with his shoulder, but he couldn't quite reach it. It  only caused another tear to fall. I clenched my fists again.

Puck blinked rapidly,  but his voice still quivered. "I broke the rules." He squeaked. "I did  what I wasn't supposed to do!" His voice was shrill. He sounded slightly  like a young girl, but I knew the voice well. Emotional Puck, that was  his name. Always crying. But it never sounded this real.

"How so?" Puck frowned, looking down at his feet. He was wearing a type of yellow slipper, but he kept smashing them together.

Puck looked over at me,  frowning slightly before he turned away. "I got a tattoo." It was a  whisper. Just a light, quiet noise that no one could hear in the  audience. But to me, it felt like he shouted it. I felt myself begin to  shake and I tried, I tried so hard to keep the utter fear out of my  body.

"Where is this tattoo  and what does it symbolize?" I glared at the women, hoping she would lay  off. He was in obvious pain. He was terrified. He needed to be alone,  not questioned.

Puck looked over at me,  more tears spilling down his cheeks. "The tattoo-" He stopped  midsentence, unable to hold back his emotions. He cleared his throat,  trying to wipe away the tears. "It is on my neck. And I don't know what  it means."

The women glared at him,  peering over her glasses. "You mean to tell me you have a marking on  your body that you can never get rid of and you are unsure of what it  means?" Puck nodded slowly.

"I saw it on my-" His  voice waivered but he continued. I rubbed the base of my own neck,  feeling for my own tattoo. "-my brother has the same one." He concluded,  sobbing. "I saw it and I wanted him to love me again because he hates  me and he is my brother and I wanted to be like him so he'd like me."

It felt as if time had  stopped. My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. Everything stopped.  This was my fault. I had run away from Puck weeks ago when we met in the  alleyway. He thought I hated him and all he wanted was for everything  to be alright again.

The women looked down at  he notes. "This sign is an ancient symbol from rebel. Did you know  that?" Puck shook his head violently. "Unfortunately, you broke a very  serious law by marking yourself as a rebel in such a peaceful faction.  We have no choice but to cast you of Amity. You will leave tonight for  your journey to the Factionless section of the city."

Puck jumped up, yelping  as he remembered the chains locking him in place. I jumped to my own  feet, rushing to him. "It's going to be alright, Puck, I promise. They  wont take you. They-" I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me,  pulling me away.

"Let go of me!" I  screamed loudly, thrashing around. "He didn't mean to! He did it because  of me! Its my fault! Take me instead!" The arms pulled me away, pulling  me further and further and further from my brother. "I'll be  Factionless! Please don't take him!" It took me a moment to realize I  was sobbing. I tried to steady my breathing, but I felt no air coming to  my lungs.

The words slowly quieted  as I felt darkness engulf me. I could only repeat one word over and  over again. I begged and pleaded, but only one word escaped.

"Please."