Hello everyone! As you could read in my summary, in this fic we're going to explore the possibility that Tris is still alive after Allegiant. I know there are many fanfics about this, but as far as I'm aware, there is none representing Tris as a girl who had her memory erased and now works for that Genetics Bureau she initially wanted to bring down with her crew. She doesn't remember practically anything about Chicago, leave alone about Tobias. I know that the thought of Tris working for the compound is unpleasant but I promise you things will actually get better, just trust me, okay?
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TRIS
The time for the final choice had come.
"Are you sure?" he asked me,smiling at me, almost triumphantly. I know you'll enjoy this, David, having me under you control and being able to do whatever you want with me. That's a nice revenge against the daughter of the woman you loved and that ended up betraying you. Almost too good to be true, isn't it?
But that's exactly what I asked him, so there wasn't much I could actually complain about. I sighed, definitely resigned to a new future I'd actually chosen by myself.
"I am, David. I am". Taking up the pen, I leaned down towards the table. This is not the moment for having second thoughts, Tris. You're selfless, act like it. Holding the pen so tightly my knuckles were almost white, I signed the contract. That was it. I had signed for having my memory about Chicago and almost anyone I met in the city wiped away. I stood up and left his office. No tears in front of him.
I had signed to have Tobias erased from my memory. To live a life without knowing anything about him and without knowing to have ever met him. But I was doing it for him, for his good, I was acting out of generosity once again for him. It was time to give him the possibility of having an easy and smooth life, without any of those problems or anxieties I had been causing him since I entered in his life. I had betrayed him more than once, I had even allied with his violent father, I had disappointed him. I had plotted behind his shoulders, I had taken things away from him and broke his heart when he discovered I had been lying to him. I just couldn't stand to be the cause of his pain any longer. He needed a new start, afresh, without me acting like a burden on his shoulders. He deserved someone better than me, an happy life and he just couldn't have it with me. He needed to get rid of me, but since I perfectly knew he wouldn't have done by himself, I decided to do it myself. I owed him some peace and if he hadn't been smart enough to figure out that I was the only thing between him and his happiness, well, then I would have acted so that I could finally remove myself from that position.
And there was only one way out of this: my death. If I died during the attack of the compound, he would sooner or later accept that I'm lost to him forever. That's the only thing that could allow Tobias to have a new start away from me and our past together. I knew that he just couldn't give up on me knowing that I was still alive which meant that I had to die. That's why I had gone to David: I needed an ally within the Bureau to help me fake my death and that ally needed to be in a position of power. David was the right choice, then. And in fact, he had immediately accepted my offer, which explains why I had just signed a contract with him giving my agreement to any condition there included.
Of course, I wouldn't really die during the attack. David had quite made a point about this and had actually put a clause in our contract that forced me to work for the Bureau. That was fine by me, because I was sure that once I'd wake up from the pretended coma, I wouldn't have any problem in supporting the Bureau policy: being almost re-born there and being told any terrible thing about GDs, I didn't see why I could end up actually supporting the compound. I wasn't that worried about faking my death either, because Peter had done in Erudite and the technology developed in the Bureau was definitely more powerful and effective than the one we had in the compound. David said that in their laboratories they had the perfect serum for that: it kicks in within two minutes from the injection and basically leaves the subject paralyzed and extremely cold. My breathing will be almost imperceptible. It seemed fine to me, so I agreed to it.
The most important thing about the contract wasn't my death, though. I had specifically asked David to be injected with memory serum, of course a special one which would target only some of the memories I made in Chicago: as weak as it may look, I didn't want to live a life being aware of all I'd lost, knowing that Tobias was still alive and I just let him go away from me. I couldn't make it. I know, this is not that selfless either, but I was pretty sure that considering that Tobias could have a new start knowing I was dead, I needed a new start as well. We were square. One new start for the both of us.
I had also made sure to choose a new name, Melanie. There was a precise reason behind this: actually, no matter how remote they could be, there were still small chances that one day I could have met Tobias and given that he would definitely call me either Tris or Beatrice, I would simply think he was wrong. End of the story.
Before signing the contract, David hadn't of course lost the chance to make me feel guilty and in pain by repeating the main clauses included in the contract. i was pretty sure I could see a spark of light in his eyes: he was definitely enjoying this.
"So, first things first: you'll work in the compound until the end of your days as a policeman. This means you'll be in charge of patrolling the Fringe and go on rescue mission for saving GPs both within and outside Chicago's boundaries". He pauses. I know he is waiting for me to say that he's right, but my throat is so closed by all the tears I'm desperately trying to hold back that I can merely nod. A happy smile makes it way on his face. You bastard.
"Okay, then: since you informed us about the imminent attack against this Bureau, we agreed with you that: a) will let your friends go back to Chicago, as a re-payment for your decision to stay with us for your entire life; b) we'll inject you with memory serum and help you fake your death; c)you'll receive a new name." At each letter, he moves one of his fingers and in the end there are three pointing directly at me. Once again, I cannot speak. So I just nod.
I sign for a memory loss and my death.
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