Hello everybody
This is my first story on here.
And I didn't want to do the average No war story or Divergent high school
I wanted different...and this is different, or at least I think it is
Disclaimer. Veronica Roth owns all this wonderful crap and I am super jealous of that
UPDATED 3/4/16
I wake suddenly, every thought in high definition. Though my eyes are open I can't think why, my heart is pounding and immediately I know something is wrong. The last thing I remember is slamming my hand down on the button in the weapons lab and then nothing after. I lean my head up off a pillow, the muscles in my neck protesting from the action.
I take note of the room, four concrete walls and linoleum floor. A door sits opposite of me. It was solid metal and I knew nothing was going to budge it if I tried. The surface was flat and shiny like stainless steel. I notices the lack of a handle and hinges, nothing to grip to. The top and bottom, even the sides, lay so flush with the walls showing no hope of escape. Outside this room could be anything, anyone.
Sighing I stretch my body across the mattress, hearing my joints ache in protest at the moment. I go to move my hands, but only move them a fracture of an inch until I hear the clink of metal. Confused, I stared down at them to see the shiny metal of handcuffs.
"What the.." I whisper, my voice coarse like fragmented rock grinding against each other as I try to form words.
A muffled beep rings from behind the door snapping my attention away from my hands. I watch as a girl about my size walks in holding a steel metal tray. Long black hair covers her face from my view and she wears a simple dress showing off the curve in her waist. She looks up at me and the stops, completely taken back by the sight of me.
"You're awake." She says, her voice laced with astonishment. She places the tray at the foot of my bed, her hand grabbing at the fabric of the blanket.
How long have I been out for?
"Beatrice-" She starts.
"Tris." I say, cutting her off coldly, my voice still sounding raspy. She simply nods and moves closer to me, Why, I have no clue. I've never seen her before in my life and yet she acts as if we have been friends for some time now. Was she in Dauntless in my initiation class? Her face doesn't look familiar so I doubt it. Maybe she was in the war, I think to myself.
"We never thought you would wake up. You've been asleep for a long time." She murmurs looking me over.
"We?" I ask as I inspect her. Her face is very pale, a striking contrast to her dark hair. Round blue eyes look back at me with curiosity. Nodding she sits by my side with caution. I tense as she does, not wanting her anywhere near me.
"His name's Jace." She whispers looking down at her hands in her lap.
"Jace?" I slowly ask, "Who is he?" She smiles and looks back up at me. She quickly slips off the bed and looks at me.
"I'll go get him!" Then before I can object she quickly leaves the room.
I look back down at my hands and slowly close them into a fist.
Where am I
Who are these people
What happened to me
What would they possibly want me for
I cant seem to remember the last thing I had done. That strikes as an alarm in my head that I can't remember. I must be in some high security prison with some wack job workers. Was I placed in here because I am Divergent? No. They wouldn't put me in here because of that. That was taken care of or was it. Maybe the reason why I am in here is because I failed and now i'm gonna be counting down the days until I'm dead.
Before I can try to reason with myself about all this, the girl appears again, but this time with a boy whom I assume is Jace. Their talking to each other in harsh whispers when they walk in. Upon seeing me they both stop. He straightens up and looks at me. He is much taller than both me and the girl. Chestnut brown hair spikes up in multiple directions like he just woke up. He gazes upon me with hazel eyes that seem to turn a new shade the more you look into them. His high cheekbones, perfectly accentuated his face, and his lips which were pressed firmly together as he looked back at her. He looked at me in a way that made me want to open up to him. To learn everything there was to know about him. I've never thought about some like that since Tobias. I do a double take at his name. Tobias. I lunge forward and catch both of them off guard just at the thought of him. I pull against my restraints knowing that I have to get out of here. I have to find him. To be with him. They took me away from me, that's all I know. Why, I still can't figure that. I pull against the metal again, feeling them cut into my skin.
"Karman are you sure she is mentally stable?" Jace whispers. She nods her head and steps up to the bed.
"You're looking for Tobias Eaton aren't you?" She asks raising an eyebrow. The mention of his name, his real name makes me yank my hands again.
"You kidnapped me!" I hiss kicking at the tray at the bottom of the bed.
"What are you talking about?" Jace asks as he steps up the bed.
"You took me away from Tobias." They both make eye contact and seem to talk to each other through the glance.
"Tris, you are safe here." Jace starts as he turns to look back at me. I about want to shout "Yeah right" at him. "It's not like your parents warn you about strangers because their bucket loads of fun."
"We know that your memory has holes in it and we are here to help fill them in." he finishes. I stop my pointless attempts to break free and stare at him confused. I don't understand. Help me from what. I thought they were what I needed help from.
"I don't need help." I spit out, "I am dauntless and I don't need your help." By now he is standing by my side, looking down at me with what seems to be pity. I snort. I don't want his pity. Pity breeds weakness and I am not weak. Letting out a sigh he places his hand on my own. I flinch at the contact, his rough hand warm against my cold one.
"Tris you're not in Dauntless, let alone your own city. We brought you here. To the Western Sector."
So can we all agree it wasn't all that stupid
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-Justliving11