After Allegiant

by MessrProngsII

It's been four years since the supposed death of Beatrice Prior. It's still a struggle to get things back to normal, however, when the gang have an unexpected visitor, how will the react? A/N: I hated the end to Allegiant, so I tried to come up with a somewhat reasonable explanation for Tris to come back. ENJOY

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1.

Tris.

I pace up and down my cell in anticipation, waiting for them to open my cell doors and let me out. After four years. I have been going crazy in here. My hair has finally grown down to my elbows. I comb my fingers through it while biting my lip. Then a thought hits me, Tobias. My heart leaps at the thought, and then drops to my stomach. How will he react? What if he's found someone else? Tears well up in my eyes at the thought. I shake my head, and blink away the tears. Don't think that, Tris. Positive thinking.

I see the guards walking towards my cell, armed with a gun each. They walk towards me, with evil smiles on their faces. "Beatrice," one of them says. I look him up and down, taking in his appearance. He's tall, about six foot, with jet black hair and his eyes are so dark they are like dark pits. I look at the other one now, he is taller than me, but not by much, maybe a few inches, he has golden coloured hair and is younger than his companion.

I look at them in disgust and snarl at the sound of my Abnegation name. He grins at me. "Ready to go?" the smaller one asks. I roll my eyes and nod.

I step outside and breathe my first breath of fresh air in years. I smile as I squint in the sudden light. I fill my lungs with air and my smile slips off my face as I see David at the tracks. He was the one who shot me and 'killed' me, I suppose. I shudder at the memory of Tobias at the morgue, crying while I lay there, unable to move, tears well up in my eyes again. I shake my head trying to rid myself of the thought. "David," I say, coolly.

"Tris," he says, smiling widely.

He reaches out to my cheek, but I slap his hand away. He sighs, putting his hand down by his side. "So like your mother," he mumbles.

I go cold, "Don't. You. Dare!" I snap angrily.

He sighs again. Suddenly all my anger ebbs away as Tobias comes to mind again. "Which way?" I ask my voice slightly scratchy.

"To what?" he asks calmly.

"Don't mess with me," I growl.

He sighs and points in the general direction of a cluster of buildings. "Six miles forward, take a right. Then another two miles," he says.

I nod. "Oh, and Tris?" he says, "good luck."

And with that, I set off.