AN: All characters of the Divergent Trilogy are the property of Veronica Roth. I have no interest in claiming something that is not mine, no one has the time or money for court. The only thing that is mine in this twisted story is the plot and the characters I invented.
Four POV
Flash. Bang. Boom. Shots everywhere.
"Keep running!" someone in front of me shouted. So I ran, pulling Christina with me. I looked behind me to see Zeke and Uriah leaning against each other, Uriah with a swollen foot.
"It's not too much farther away, come on!" I felt a hand reach out and pull on my free arm. A shot blasted past my head and I ducked out of instinct. I don't know who is firing that gun, but I pray I didn't train them or their next shot will find home.
"I…. can't…"
I hear panting behind me and I turn to see Christina trip. I turned and scooped her up, holding her close to my chest as I pushed myself harder.
"In here!" I feel the person who has a hold of my arm pull me to the back of a big truck. I toss Christina in, I can apologize for the roughness later, but I figured she'd be happy to be alive. As I crawl in, I see Zeke throw Uriah in, then climb in himself.
Our mysterious leader and a couple of their people climb in. The one who was in the front dragging me pulls down his bandanna, and I see a face I hadn't seen in seven years. Amar.