This was originally for my english class because we had an assessment to write a short story based on a book we had read, so I wrote this. It's my first fanfic,and I hope you enjoy.
Although the corridor is filled with people, there is a nervous tension that cannot be ignored. People everywhere are hurrying, a woman moves past us and I feel Beatrice shuffle towards me. We start to move. Quickly, but carefully, weaving our way through the sea of people. The more security guards I see the more pressure boils inside me. The weight of my backpack, filled with explosives, is getting heavier each second as it bounces against my lower back. Eventually we reach a deserted hallway. 'Something must have happened to Cara, the power should be out now' Matthew warned. I give a slight nod of acknowledgement, but my thoughts are elsewhere. I stare into space, only to see my imminent death looming on the horizon. Beatrice touches my arm, disrupting me from my thoughts. 'I have an idea, we split up. Caleb and I will run to the lab. Matthew, you should cause a diversion. Do you have a gun?' Matthew looks up from his feet and gives a feeble 'yes.'
Beatrice grabs my elbow, steering me around the maze of identical hallways, each one painted a blinding shade of white. The ceilings are lined with windows that look as if they could break from the rain cascading down. I look over my shoulder just in time to see Matthew point the gun at the ceiling he pulls the trigger. Bang! Glass begins to shatter into a million pieces and rains down on the people below. Piercing screams fill the air as we burst into a run. I feel the blood drain from my face and my breathing quickens. Round and round we go. Snaking our way to weapons lab. We squeak around the last corner. We aren't far now. We are going to make it. A bolt of triumph surges through my body- 'STOP!' his loud voice echoes throughout the vacant hall. They found us. 'Stop or we'll shoot' the same security guard shouts. I lift my hands as a shudder tingles through my every muscle. Beatrice does the same, but she is calm and steady. A wall of guards stand, each one dressed head to toe in black, all carrying a menacing machine gun. A deafening silence fills the air as we wait for the next move. Death is closer now; lurking behind the guardslkk,y,.
What happens next remains a blur in my memory. Beatrice orders me to give her the backpack ridden with explosives and as I hand it to her I feel the unbearable weight being lifted. She is making the ultimate sacrifice to save me after all I have done. Lifting the gun from her belt she announces me as her hostage. I inhale sharply as a bullet propels past my head and penetrates an unknown man's heart. The first to fall. I turn to see Beatrice, running towards what should have been my death. Bullets begin fly through the air as I collapse on the ground and the world around me is consumed by darkness.
I awake to find myself staring at the blank walls of an empty room. It is quiet, too quiet. I exit the dull room to be embraced by Cara. 'I'm so sorry, she's dead. Tris is dead.' I can tell when people are lying, and Cara is lying now. Beatrice is alive, her eyes are bright and her cheeks are rosy, she is standing in front of me; small but full of power. I can see her now. But of course it's a lie. She is dead. More people enter the room but their voices begin sound muffled, like I am submerged in water. All I can do is stand still, pretend it didn't happen. She sacrificed herself to save me, and I let her. It should be me lying cold as stone on a bare table. But instead of me, death has taken my sister. Like he has taken my mother and my father. Death has left me alone.