RESISTANT

Part 4 - FINALE

~~~~TRIS~~~~

I'm hurt. 

I start screaming. I clentch my fists. Who? Who would take Natalie? Who? My screams begin to turn into sobs. I didn't even get to see her. I didn't get to see my own daughter. We didn't get to see our own daughter.

I'm hurt.

My nails begin to dig into my palms as I squease them. I can see my fingers changing color from red to white. 

I'm hurt.

 I feel them rip through my skin. Then I stretch them out and clench the hopsital bed sheets. When I move my hands to my face I see the blood left over from my palms. I place myhands on my face, my tears stinging to raw cuts in my palms. I feel Tobias press his chest against my side. 

I'm hurt

His warmth making me rest into him. My shoulders began to slump, ocasionally going up as I sob into his shirt. He presses his hand to the side of my head, pushing me towards him. He looks at me and I look at him. He's eyes now glassy leave my face, I follow them. In his hand lays the my mother's locket. I take it from him and push myself to him. Sobbing even more.

I'm hurt.

I feel as if I lost something. I feel as if I've lost something and need to find it. No. Not it. Her. I will find her. We will find her.

We're hurt.

Who ever this person is. Who ever took her. They've made a mistake. They've taken her. They'll pay. We'll make them pay. We'll hurt them. I was born as a box of matches, who ever took Natalie, has taken a match from me. From my box, and they've lit it. But they won't to be able to control, not even stop the fire and hell they've raised. I am the fire. To who ever took Natalie from us;

YOU WILL HURT.

A.N. Yes it's just an M. But you'll see who...

~~~~M~~~~

I run towards the train trying to catch up to it. I try to run fast but with the package I'm carring, it's hard to. But when I do, I fall right in careful not to hurt the package.

"Your punishment is that when we rebuild our city; you will not have any kind of authority of any sort. You won't be allowed to have children in your presence. If the faction system returns," She pauses, "You'll live factionless." I see Johana begin to leave the room, nearly crying. Tris follows her out.

"You'll regret this Tris!" I yell. "I swear you will." I wispher the last part to myself. 

Now I've made her pay, partly. I look at the bag strapped to my side. I open it. a slip of paper it wrapped around a part of the package. It read, Natalie Johnson. I smirk as I look at it's features. Blue eyes, pale skin, thin lips and the hair that it has are blonde. Natalie Johnson. I've got you. I've got your mother. I've got your life. 

Tris Prior come and get her. I will kill you Tris. You won't see it coming. I promise you won't. I am Marcus Eaton. and you will die helplessly just like you parents. Be careful Tris Prior. Be careful.

END OF BOOK 2

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