The sirens scream in my ears. I throw up against the wall, running through corridors and following everyone. Tears and screeches escape my throat.
Admittedly, all I can really think of is when will I see Tobias again. The scent of mint and dust wafts through the corridor.
A sea of people pushes me down the stairs. I clutch the banisters, praying for my life.
And Caleb's.
Caleb.
Right now his body could be there, limp and dead on the floor. Blood spilling from his mouth, meandering like a constrictor down his throat. I hide myself in a corner of the underground safe-house and cry.
"Tris!" I hear Christina's voice approaching; a breath of relief submerges from the desperation. "Are you okay? Oh my god..."
Do I look like I'm okay?
I say nothing, cupping my face with my sweaty palms. Death would beat this pain, any day. Christina leans her head on me shoulder.
"You know, I think it means nothing now..." Christina begins, her voice hesitantly fading. The sirens have stopped, finally. "But you're a great friend, with an amazing boyfriend, and despite the war and all that Erudite crap, you're so lucky. Seriously."
I lightly punch her in the stomach. Me? Lucky?
"Chris," I'm on the verge of tears, when I realise there's a crowd of Bureau workers and Fringe test subjects around us. They clap slowly, and I laugh.
AN-
Short but sweet. I wanted to get that action out of the way, get T and C back on track and tie ends. Cya soon.
