My Divergent Life (Completely Fan-Fiction) Wattys2015

Chapter 26: No Control

        I turn to see close to ten Dauntless traitors, among them I find Zach. All of them squeezing the trigger of their guns. I slip my gun out of my pocket and fire several times, watching as guards fall to the ground with bullet holes in their jackets.

        My eyes lock on Zach, the gun follows my gaze, I watch as his gun points in the direction of  my parents, he squeezes the trigger. I glance at where they had stood just seconds ago, my mother's body lies on the ground, her legs bent at odd angles. I look back up at Zach and squeeze the trigger- hard.

        He falls to the ground, pointing at me. I drop my gun and cover my eyes. I just killed Lamar's best friend. He'll hate me when he finds out, any second now. He'll leave me to find my own way to survive now without becoming a Dauntless traitor, or die.

         I crumble to the floor. A few tears fall down my cheeks before a feel a pair of hands wrapped around my arms. I hear Lamar speaking to me, but I can't understand him, his voice is far too muffled by my fear of him hating me for the rest of our lives, and the shock of my mother dying possibly thinking I'm upset with her.

        "Stella!" I finally hear Lamar yell. I take my hands from my face and wrap them around Lamar's arms. I look at him, my eyes wet. He pulls me to my feet, bends down and grabs my gun and offers it to me. I take it and slip it back into my pocket. I glance at my father, he stares at my mother's body.

        "Dad," I croak. "We have to go."

        He looks up at me and nods. He pushes himself to his feet. I look back at Lamar, he lets go of one of my arms, I let go of his. He guides me all the way outside, I don't realize that we had been walking until I see the train coming. I look back to see my father just a few feet behind me, I grab his arm and pull him next to me.

        When the train comes, my father jumps on, Lamar grabs the handle and pulls me up with him. I stare into his eyes for a few moments, and kiss him, it may be our last one, but it still feels no different, even with my father on the other side of the wall. Lamar kisses me back, I wrap my arms around him, trying to loose myself in him, trying to let everything else vanish from my memory- my father just inches away from us, my mother dying, killing Lamar's best friend, the war- everything.

        I pull away slightly. "I'm sorry." I croak.

        "What?" He questions. "What for?"

        "My mother died just a few minutes ago," I say. "So did Zach."

        "I know, I don't blame you for killing him, even I wanted to, everyone did." He says. "I'm glad it was one of us that got to do it."

        I smile at him. "You're the best." I say. I bury my face in his jacket.

        "I love you." He says.

        "I love you, too." I reply.

        Lamar pulls us into the train and onto the bench across from my father.

        My father stares at Lamar. "I know how many lies you've heard." He says.

        Lamar looks at him and nods.

        "I want you to listen to me ." My father says. "First of all, don't hurt my daughter- either of them, or my son. Second of all, there is one lie you still haven't heard the truth of." He says.

        "Which one?" Lamar asks.

        "They're not dead- well, not both of them."

        I stare at Lamar for a moment. "You don't mean . . ."

        "Yes." My father says. "I mean, your father is alive."