Hi there everyone! This is a new mini-series of one-shots I am starting, with hopfully a 500-word-story per week. I am extremely sorry about The Bravest At Heart, the next chapter IS on its way! More updates coming soon about the series, check out my instagram by the same name. I hope you enjoy these mini chapters, that, you know, may one day turn into something more...
THE PIT OF MEMORIES
The pit was a dark void in the middle of his path. So wide. So deep. There were lights, almost twinkling at the bottom of the depth, specks of amber from his high up view. He aimlessly walked around path, as he had done many times before - he could do it in his sleep - then came up to a crevice in solid wall. The rusty ladder had been there centuries, it used to be used as a control room for when the pit was once a mine, but it was now used to access the Dauntless control room. He could remember the first time Max had allowed him up here, after he had picked his job in the control room. That had been two years ago now. Almost, he thought.
He now climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch to the corridor. To the right, there was a secret entryway that only Max and Dauntless officials could access, along with a long hallway branching off into their offices. He turned in the opposite direction. To his left, there were two doors. He walked up to the first one, which led to a large room he had only ever entered twice, both for reasons he wouldn't recall. The room was filled with a luxury mahogany desk, usually stacked with discarded weapons and cigarettes, with a plush old-time 'leather' chair stationary behind the desk. Sat on that chair would be the dauntless leader, Max.
He turned away from the door and entered the other blank metal door, after pressing his thumb on an ID pad to gain entrance. He walked in and sat, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He could hear cameras and computers and all sorts of machines whirring and buzzing behind him, and the continuous click click of Lauren typing into her computer. His eyes were focused on just the pit, where a lonely soul sat, legs dangling over the edge, but with no intention of jumping. The figure was looking over the pit, exploring with their eyes and taking in all there was that was new. She had arrived only today. He had taken the tour and shown all of them around, they're new 'home'. A new girl to the entire idea of Dauntless, of fighting, of being brave. His first impression of her was how timid, shy and defenceless she seemed. She was so shy, she still is shy, but as he continued to stare at her, he could see the meekness retreat further and further within her and something new is taking its place.
The screen shifted to show the corridor outside the control room, to where Max was storming angrily down to then forcefully slam his office door after entering. Seconds later, another bang indicated that he had made yet another puncture on his wall of holes. Four shook his head at the door. He turned back to his computer screen and stared at the lonely soul, now silently and gently sobbing. Her dirty blonde hair now in view, the memory of her was refreshed.
He uttered a single pain-filled word, "Tris…"
Hope you enjoyed this, more to come!
Have a good week with whatever you're doing!
~Pom
