Redemption
Author's Note: This takes place after Allegiant, alternating between Tris's POV (she's in heaven) and Tobias's POV. I don't remember Tris's dad's name, let me know in a review and then I'll edit it but for now I will call him .
Tris POV
I sit in a lounge chair in the common room next to my mom, Natalie. She is wearing a white dress and a pair of old faded bluejeans, no shoes. Here it is happy. Here there is peace, and no war. I am half-human half-angel now. Natalie, my mom, is fully human. I enjoy the peace, but wonder what happened in the Bureau after I released the memory reset virus. I imagine that it was only a temporary solution: their power itself is the enemy. No human should have that much power. Whatever caused them to hate "genetically damaged" people is there in their souls, their greedy minds, their desire to experiment on humans. Whenever there is government outside of God, there will also be revolution. I am not a revolutionary, but I was a part of a revolution that was really the first step to uniting all the people living on earth. We mend each other. That is true. I wonder what happened to Tobias – Four – now that he thinks I'm dead.
"Mom," I say, "I keep thinking about Tobias. He will probably be old when I finally see him again."
"He'll get here, Beatrice," Natalie says.
"I know. It's the waiting that's hard," Tris says.
God shows up. I still don't know how to act around him. "Hi Jehovah," Natalie says. "I love you, always," Natalie said. Jesus is standing behind Jehovah. Both of them are beautiful, compassion is written in their eyes. Jesus has (forgive me, I don't know what he actually look like) soft blue eyes and tan Israeli skin long blonde hair a halo and a pair of big wings. Jehovah is bigger and also has a pair of wings. My wings, as a half human half angel, are much smaller. God told me that they will take three hundred years to grow, and then I will finally fly. I can finally toss the label "Divergent": there are no serums to fight and conquer here. I am not divergent, I am not genetically pure, I am a living being and all living beings are different but equal. Angels humans and archangels all get along: here it is utopia, paradise. There is real freedom, and I just started training gymnastics and figure skating.
I am destined to be an archangel. In a thousand years, I will be an archangel. I hope that Tobias will be too and then together we can go back to a healed Earth.
Tobias POV
I still miss her today. She died a martyr. I heard that she fought off the death serum, but then was shot by David. Somehow she managed to type in the code and press the button before she passed on. Life is so empty without her. I am now an assistant to Chicago's new leader. My mom and I talk every weekend: I am so thankful that I was able to restore my relationship with her without resetting her memory. I realized that it would have been cruel to forcibly erase her memory just to save Chicago. She made a peace treaty with Johanna, and Marcus, who beat me when I was a child, was exiled to the fringe. I hope that someday I can forgive him.
I no longer live in the chaotic but fun dauntless headquarters. We no longer have factions but the way of the factions is still ingrained in me. I have some of all of the factions, tattooed on my body, and living in my heart: I want to be kind and brave and honest and smart. I will never fit in to just one group. I don't have to conform anymore. I am divergent, even if a DNA test tells me that I'm not. There are still serums, and occasionally I go into my fear landscape just to test myself and push my limits.
"Tobias," our mayor says, "Are you ready?"
I nod.
"Still thinking about Beatrice?" the mayor asks (author's note: I don't know the new leader's name. I'll add it if you tell me in a review).
"And the factions," I say. "I never fit into them."
My job is an office job. It is boring, but everyone is required to have a job. There is no money in Chicago. There are no homeless in Chicago now that the factions are gone, everyone is provided with an apartment, food stamps, and a job. There are no factions to conform to, but there are still behavior modification programs. It is encouraged to be selfless and loving, compassionate and peace loving. Sometimes I wonder if my life would have been better if I had chosen Amity and their peace-loving God. Maybe working on the farm would be kinder than working for Chicago's new leaders. Maybe it would be better for my soul. It's not Utopia and there are several things the leaders do that I am against. Fight the system or leave it behind, right? Besides, this job is boring, and my mom is forced to live outside of Chicago on the ex-Amity farms and occasionally past them with the Genetic Bureau, which is now just the Bureau.
To be continued….