Important notes:
THIS STORY CONTAINS ALLEGIANT SPOILERS (and subsequently, Divergent and Insurgent spoilers).
So I read Allegiant and, while I liked it A LOT, the ending made me hurt like crazy so in order to help myself, and others, heal, I've decided to write my own ending. I am not saying my ending is better than that of Veronica Roth or that I think this is the only way the story should end. This is just my way of expressing my emotions towards how it ended. Just a warning: I did not take out every death scene. Most of the main characters that actually died in Allegiant, die in my version as well and conversely, some characters who do not die in Allegiant, die in my version.
I do not own the Divergent trilogy, including Allegiant. All characters belong to Veronica Roth. No copyright infringement intended.
I will be uploading more chapters as I write them and as of now, I do not know if I am going to write from both Tris' and Tobias' POV or just Tris'. The first chapter is from Tris' POV. Please rate and review and of course, enjoy. :)
The story picks up somewhere between the end of chapter 50 and when Tobias gets back to the compound after going into the city.
Chapter 1
I feel like I'm swimming through a deep water, gradually coming closer and closer to the surface until I hear a steady beeping. My eyes feel heavy with the weight of sleep but I open them and see white. My heart beat picks up
Is this it? Is this what being… dead is like?I remember my mother being with me while I was bleeding on the floor, after being shot. Did she lead me to… whatever this is? I don't remember anything after the dark enveloped me.
I hear someone gasp and say my name and only then I register that my hand is being held tightly. I turn my head to the side, ignoring my stiff neck and see Tobias. He looks exhausted. His hair is a mess and his clothes are rumpled. He has dark circles under his eyes like he hasn't slept in days. But his eyes are bright, with a look of relief.
"Tris," he says again, getting up from his seat by my bed and touching my face. "You're awake. You're really awake." His eyes well up with tears as he speaks.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I say, my throat dry and scratchy. "What happened?"
"You successfully activated the memory serum and reset the bureau. But you were shot. You lost a lot of blood and the doctors didn't know if you would wake up." He skims my cheekbone with his finger and brushes my hair back with his other hand. "Do you want some water?"
"Yes, thank you." I say, taking the cup he offers me. I sip some of the cold water slowly, relishing the feeling of it slipping down my throat and look around the room. The walls are all stark white and it smells like antiseptic. There is a window to my right, letting in the afternoon light between the slits of the blinds. Beside my bed, there is the chair which Tobias had been seated in and next to that, a small side table with a plate of untouched food, probably for Tobias. Behind him is a door. A bathroom, I guess. Turning back to Tobias, I ask, "How long was I unconscious?"
His eyes that have been carefully watching every movement of mine, shift away from my face and return with a somewhat pained look. "A week.
I stop drinking the water, stunned.A week. It doesn't feel like it's been nearly that long. I wonder what has happened while I was out. What changes have been made in the compound now that the bureau members' memories have been reset? That thought makes my mind shift to David, who is responsible for my gunshot wounds.
"What happened to David?" I ask.
He looks momentarily confused, like he's surprised that is my first question after being told I was in a coma for a week.
"Um, that's another thing. He's dead. After he shot you twice, someone shot him. In the head."
"Who?" I prod, barely registering David's death. It's not like I really care anyway, given that he was so willing to sacrifice so many lives, including my own.
He hesitates a second before saying, "Caleb. He shot him right in the back of the head."
Caleb. Who I held at gunpoint so I could take his place. Caleb who can barely shoot straight. Caleb. Who isn't immune to death serum.
"Is he…" I can't even bring myself to ask. I feel a horrible pain in my chest, like I'm being crushed by an invisible weight.
"He didn't make it," Tobias says squeezing my hand gently. "He collapsed from the serum right after he shot David. He saved your life."
The tears start streaming down my face. Tobias takes the cup of water from me and sets it down on the table next to my bed. Sitting on my mattress, he gently holds me in his strong arms as I cry. Caleb. My brother who betrayed me, who I hated, is dead. I was willing to let him die all along, so why is this any different? And then it hits me. This is different, because this time his sacrifice was out of love. I know it. I can feel it. Wrapping me in warmth and making me feel like I was punched in the gut at the same time.
