Resurgence (Life After Allegiant - Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty

As the black smoke in my vision finally subsides I get to take in where I am. Lying on the cold floor, I roll onto my back to get a better look. Any other movement I can tell would be too painful. The grey ceiling brings no ideas of my whereabouts into my head. I look behind me slightly to see another grey coloured wall and gathering all my strength I heave myself to the wall and prop myself upwards against it. From this angle I can tell instantly where I am. Back to Samuel’s hell. Even the chair I was tied to last time crouches in the corner and dried blood is splattered in the middle of the room. It must be my blood. A door taunts me from the other side of the room, but I don’t have the energy to test it. I know it’ll be locked anyway, locked at the least. I take the peace to investigate my undoubted injuries. My left elbow seems to be a bit out of place and screams in agony with movement. I’m covered in little bruises and red marks which I guess to be burns from the explosion. My head has a bump that feels to be the same size as the earth and my fingers come back with little flakes of blood. Suddenly panicking I run a hand down to my stomach, praying for reassuring movement but I feel nothing. Terror shakes me up even more; tears start to appear even more as the seconds go by.

“Come on!” I whisper as loudly as I dare, “Come on, please!” But there’s no reply from him. He must’ve died from the explosion. I can’t stop the tears from furiously flushing down my face. This loss I cannot take. Samuel already took my Tobias once and now he takes my baby. But now he has killed my baby he can kill me and I won’t care. I should have jumped off that building when I first got revived, I could’ve saved so many lives. With my death means the end of Samuel’s wrath, he doesn’t care about anyone but me and then maybe he’ll let Christina go. I stop crying quietly, making it as loud as possible to get someone’s attention. As if on cue, a man’s head pokes around the small barred window in the door. Our eyes meet and then he’s gone. Seconds later, another man comes and unlocks the door, I recognise him from before. He’s one of the men who killed Anna in the infirmary. The dim light bounces off his blonde hair, bobbing up and down slightly as he makes his way to me in an arrogant fashion. Perhaps I should be intimidated by him but at this moment in time I find it quite comical, much to his fury. He stalks his last few metres towards me and then grabs me by whatever hair I have left, pulling my upwards violently. I give a scream in automatic response which makes him laugh. He man-handles me out of the prison cell I woke up in and down a badly-lit corridor. A few seconds of walking we pass a door; I manage to catch a glimpse inside. It’s identical to the one I was in but no one’s in it. My heart sinks a little; I guess I was expecting Christina or Anna to be in it. Another few doors pass but no one is in any of them. I start to worry for them, if they’re not here where are they? Are they dead? But the what seems like unrecognisable new bits of corridor, we pass a door that is different. I look in to see a figure hunched over on the floor. Anna. Her long brown hair covers most of her face but it sweeps out of the way of her view in a somehow elegant fashion as she looks up at us. Her eyes widen as she sees me and shoots to her feet, racing to the door and banging on it.

“Tris! Tris! Tris!” She screams repeatedly. All I can do is look at her as I pass and try not to look completely distraught. The blond man notices and jerks me out of view of the door, almost making me fall over as my body doesn’t cooperate. Only then man’s grip on me stops me from becoming a heap on the floor where I would no doubt just stay in a ball and cry. We carry on down the corridor, with the man slightly behind me, and when we get the end he shoves me to the left where only two doors lie on a short bit of corridor. As we get to the steel door, I don’t dare look into it. The man swings the door open in a dramatic manner and shoves me inside the empty room. Inside lays the stereotypical villainous big swivel chair and massive wooden desk. Layering the wall must be 20 or 30 screens, the ones that are on show bustling Chicago and its people going about their day to day lives. I turn to take it all in, on the back wall is three bigger screens. One shows the Abnegation house, scorched by once flames. Another one shows the apartment, scorched by a once explosion. And the last shows a map, with three little dots on it. Two of the dots aren’t moving and are in one place while one seems to be moving but I can’t work out where.