These wings are made to fly - a divergent fanfiction

Chapter 27

Christina POV

Today was the day we were supposed to carry out our mission but with Tris, our real leader, gone we were lost. Peter has tried all day to convince us that we should go ahead with Tris' plan but none of us played ball. We all have been sitting in the control room watching Tris.

She should have told us! I mean about going to the Erudite compound and submitting herself to Jeanine and her brother. She obviously knew what she was doing and I can tell she had been preparing this for a while. So I guess it's kinda good we didn't know about this plan because we would have sent back-up which would have foiled our plan.

I wish we could just do something! I hate just sitting around like a useless object with no purpose, nothing to do, no one to talk to. I hope Tris is ok. Oh yeah - and Uriah was catured - how about Uriah? Has he got food. I can tell he won't exactly be living the life of luxury but I hope he has the basic human necessities i.e food, water, oxygen. Why can't this big divergent quarrel be over? I mean it is simply racist to abuse the divergent and I never believed those stupid stories about the divergent having magical powers that I was told in my cradle.

I has become quite clear to me that Tris is divergent. The way she is so brave, yet so intelligent and selfless. The way she cares for everyone like she did with our plan. She used her intelligence to tell her what to do, her selflessness to sacrifice herself alone the Jeanine and her courage to sacrifice herself in the first place. I wish I was like her.

The obnoxious rumors about the poor divergent are purely myth and superstition, created by those cowardly Erudite smartasses. What is their motivation to do so? Why can't they see that divergence will help not hinder society?  Even I - a candor smart-mouth with not a trace of divergence in my blood - can tell that and a whole civilization of supposedly smart people can't?  The world I live in sure is messed up!

I let put a frustrated sigh. There truly is nothing I can do!

Tris POV

"I see Ms Prior that you, like me, wish to aid the people, you wish to create a better world and society. We could work together to try to create the best serums to conquer all disease and pain. If you are upset by a relationship, we could have a serum to cure it. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" She says, mountains of sugar dripping off each syllable.

"No Jeanine. Without pain, without feeling, without personality, we may as well be robots. Our personality is what makes us human beyond all else. If you propose to take this away, you are proposing to kill everyone in Chicago. For we may as well be dead if we can feel nothing. Yes, we would be a strong force - invincible infact - but we would be losing so much more Jeanine. So much more."

"So Beatrice, you wouldn't want a supreme race, a perfect race. You would prefer to stay with all your weaknesses and imperfection would you?" (A/N for all whovians, cue the cibermen!)

"Yes I would because at least I'd be human! You really don't get it do you." I sigh knowing that if I lose control, I lose status with it.

"I beg your pardon Prior." She spits at me, a drop of saliva sailing towards me. I freeze it, just because I can, just because this isn't real.

"You really don't get it do you?" I spell it out like I would to a 2-year-old and and carry on before she can interrupt me again.

"As I said previously, everyone is divergent. Even you Jeanine, even you are partly divergent. The divergent are not a threat but an asset, we can help you to be more creative and live for what we stand for. Jeanine, this faction system was built for a reason. And do you know what that reason was? Yes, too keep peace. Not to destroy it. Jeanine, you think you have the power to control us all, or rather you desperately want that power. But the roots of our factions were made in good intention. The erudite were meant to relish knowledge and explore deeper into the unknown, not to create power-hungry manipulative humans like you. The dauntless were meant to fight for what they believed in, to protect the other factions and try their best to face their fears to help others not to breed ruthless combat warriors who are not afraid to let their comrades die. The amity were supposed to bring peace and kindness among all people, not be drugged up hippies who only care about themselves. The candor were supposed to value telling the truth and being open and and honest about everything, not people who can't even trust their own members not to hide anything that they have to try to control them by making them spill their secrets. And finally the abnegation were supposed to put others before themselves and do anything in their power to help others in need not make up the government and become power crazy but hide their sickness tagging it as selflessness."

Jeanine fades away and my head spins and pounds. It is only now that I notice how hard I have been working to fight the serum. Black dots appear at the edge of my vision and I let them pull me under into a dream-less sleep.

A/N so another chapter like I promised. I know their kinda short and samey but Tris' monologue was pretty intense to write.

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