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Hey guys Rain Flametree here, this is my first fan fiction ever so PLEASE review. I'd like to here your opinions of what should happen next and what you think of the story. Basically this story is set in insurgent after Tris, Tobias and Peter escape from the Erudite lab. I hope you like it.
I guess I've always liked him; it was just easier to hate him than admit it. Yet now my denial has left my life at a complicated crossroad. I am unable to choose a path that will lead me to the next crossroad. I love Tobias I know I do so why do I feel this way. This way about…Peter.
You must think me a fool to feel this way about Peter, of all people. He is a guy who sleeps with one eye open. Always suspicious of people's actions. He has no loyalty. Despite this he saved my life and since then all my feelings for him have intensified. When I was desperate to live and all odds said I would die he saved me. It wasn't Tobias, who told me he loved me, or Caleb, who was supposed to look out for me, It was Peter. The unlikeliest hero.
As I contemplated the puzzle I found myself in, the clock struck 5pm. Dinner. Reluctantly I peeled myself of the sofa. Like everything else in the room it was grey. However it reminded me of my parents, a time when I had family, a before Caleb betrayed me, a time before I shot Will, a time when my biggest problem was how selfish I was so I liked it.
I left my old home and wandered down the street. Grey houses studded the street, all identical. Turning a corner a voice called out to me. Tobias! Guilt stabbed at me as Tobias ran up to me. With an easy smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around me. How would he react if he knew what I had been thinking only 10 minuets before? Would he still wrap his arms around me like he does now? Shoving my thoughts to the back of my mind I followed him into his old abnegation house.
I was hit by the smell of food as soon as I stepped inside. Faction less and Dauntless eat in front of a flickering fire handing around tins of soup and beans, chatting and laughing together. However the closer I looked at the scene spread out before me I realized the Dauntless sat separately to the Faction less preferring to stay closer to their groups. Tobias ambled over to his mother, who I definitely don't trust, leaving me to find somewhere to sit. Cautiously I perched down next to Uriah and Christina. Since Erudite forced Maralyn to jump of a building in the Dauntless headquarters Christina has forgiven me for killing Will. Nonetheless I still haven't forgiven myself. Uriah passed me a tin of soup and a metal spoon. Taking a spoonful the soup warmed me. Filling the empty space that had been left by hunger. After taking another spoonful I passed the tin onto Christina. This is how the Faction less eat.
A quiet bang of the door being closed alerted me to a new comer to Tobias' house. The familiar face of Peter appeared in the doorway. He looked tense like any moment he would bold right back out the door. I watched silently as Edward, who was sat three groups away from me, stood up and strode threateningly towards Peter.
"What are you doing here? Traitor!" Edward snarled.
"I am here for the same reason you are," Peter replied.
He wore a wary look in his eyes. Edward laughed cruelly. Then without warning hit hard Peter with right hook to the jaw. With a loud crack, Peter crumpled to the floor. Without thinking I jumped up and ran over to him. Pulling his arm over my shoulder I hauled him to his feat and shuffled with him out the door not looking back to see how Tobias would react to my actions.
With much effort I managed to half carry him to my house and lay him on the sofa to let him recover. Peter lay groaning. His eyes were closed and his chin had started to swell. A deep purple bruise started to blossom where he had been hit. Ice. Ice was what he needed. Uncertain if my parents even had any ice, I wandered down to the kitchen and searched the freezer. Surprisingly there was a whole tray of ice cubes at the back. It felt good to be doing something. It distracted me from my feelings and fears. Quickly I filled a bag with some ice and headed back to Peter.
Peter was stubborn and proud. While I had been in the kitchen he had managed to heave himself into a sitting position. He looked at me confused.
"Here put this on your face," I said passing him the ice.
"Why did you help me? What do you want?"
"I know this may come as a shock to you but people don't always do things to get something in return."
Suspicion was written all over his face. I sat cautiously next to him. He looked at me a strange look in his eyes. Then we were kissing. His hands in my hair. It was passionate and beautiful. I didn't want it to stop and he didn't. When we finally pulled away I was left tingling all over. Then with a sudden forcefulness my bubble of happiness burst. A small, shocked face looked at me through the window. Hector!