Disclaimer: I do not own the people in the Divergent trilogy. This is a one-shot about Christina and somewhat about Will.
Christina woke up, panting. It had been a completely long nightmare.
In her dream, she was chasing after all her enemies, and slashing them with her knife.
Peter, Drew and Molly kept reincarnating from the dead. Which was scary. Will or Tris or Al weren't even present in the dream at all.
There were others; the girl who tossed a paper plate of food at her sometime back when she was a kid, the boy who stepped on her shoes, the Dauntless leader Eric because he made her hang over the chasm for five minutes.
And she had burst from the triumph and joy, to find that she was in a foreign place.
A place with identical, grey houses, and no-nonsense rectangular windows. The dull metal mailboxes. The neatly trimmed lawns, with no particular flowers. Everything just the same old thing.
She had a feeling she was in Tris's faction of origin.
Yes. Abnegation.
And she stood up. Slowly, carefully. Around her were Dauntless soldiers trying to get up.
And around her, to her horror, were dead grey-clothed men and women, Abnegation leaders. Children. They all were on the ground, with bloody gunshot or knife wounds.
Christina choked back a sob.
It wasn't the time to be honest, so she just stood up and pretended to be brave.
Some Dauntless soldier had calculated all the deaths of the soldiers.
Christina looked around desperately for Will or Tris.
Tris wasn't there. Will wasn't either.
And then she nearly cried out.
There was Will.
On the ground.
One of the dead.
One of those going to be cremated.
She dashed forward with a burst of energy and yelled, "Let me see him!"
She pressed her lips to Will's cold lifeless form.
No, she thought.
She choked back a great, heaving sob.
She touched the wound. The bullet that ended his life was still in it.
She vowed she would kill his murderer.
But she never fufilled that vow.
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