Okay! This is my first fanfiction so please don't go too hard on me. This starts in the end few scenes from Allegiant. Spoilers, well kinda. Hope you enjoy!
Tris POV
I feel a surge of triumph. I Know this place. We aren't far now. We're going to make it.
"Stop!" a voice shouts from behind me. The security guards. They found us. "Stop or we'll shoot!"
Caleb shudders and lifts his hands. I lift mine, too, and look at him. I don't see the
cowardly young man, who sold me out to Jeanine, I don't hear the excuses. When I see him
now, right in front of me, I see the boy who held my hand when our mother broke her wrist. I see
the brother who told me to make my own choices, the night before choosing dauntless. I think of
all the remarkable things he is-smart and enthusiastic and observant, quiet and earnest and kind.
He is a part of me, always will be, and I am apart of him, too. I don't belong in Dauntless, Abnegation or even with the divergent. I don't belong with the Bureau or Chicago or the fringe.
I belong with family, friends, the people who care. They and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity more than any word or group could.
I love my brother. I love him, and he is quaking with terror at the thought of death.
"Caleb, give me the backpack."
"What are you talking about?" he asks. I grab my gun from under my shirt and point it at him.
"I said give me the backpack, Caleb!" I yell at him. He stares in shock for a few seconds, comprehending what I just said.
"You have twenty seconds to come out with your hands in the air!" I hear the guards shout. I don't have much time
" Beatrice, look at me," he replies. " I need to do this. I'm doing this for you." his face is no longer pale, but certain. He loves me. He loves me enough to die in cold blood for me. But he can't die. He's the last family I have.
"Caleb, I can do this. I have resisted most serums, maybe I can get through," I say just as certain as him. "You have no chance." he considers it for a few seconds. Thinking about the possibilities as an Erudite would. "You don't have to do this. " I say.
"Just let me," he replies. "I couldn't live with myself if you went in there. I'd die from not being with you." "I need this. For mom and dad. You have people who care. I'm a disgrace. I'm nothing." he replies again.
"Are you sure?" I ask. "Are you willing to die?" at those words, I begin to cry. He is the last family I have, and he's walking to his death.
"Positive." he says. "Goodbye, Tris." and he walks toward his death.
sorry for cliff hanger. The chapter is kind of short. give me suggestions in the comments. hope you like some wounds don't heal