Two Personalities
Two Worlds
Two Battles
"Mom?" I ask as my mother scoops her up into her arms. "Yes Tris?" She asks. Her voice is different now. I watch as she slowly shifts into another person, as if I am finally seeing reality. "Y-you are not my mother. ." I cough out the words, blood soon trailing behind. The teenager smiles. "I see, you can finally process who I really am." She says. Her dark hair is parted right where her face ends, giving not even an inch of hair on one side of her face. The other side flows down like a waterfall. ( A/N: It's just a deep side part ) Her skin is sun-kissed and flawless. Her blue eyes sparkle deeply, searching through our surroundings, which are unknown to me. Her square-ish face is framed by her long bangs. Her small nose looks like it had been drawn, with it's perfectly rounded end. To be honest, she looks like a perfect doll. Her long eyelashes squint with her eyes as we step outside – I can tell by the new warm glow-, she shifts my in her arms so that she is carrying me bridal style. I wince as her hand presses into my gunshot. She's holding me close to her quite large chest. "Who are you really?" I ask. My voice is shaky, still disappointed from her not being my mother and from the boiling and bubbling pain. I watch as my blood soaks into her black shirt and cakes her leather jacket.
"My name is Melexis Primrose Mellark." She states plainly. Her eyes dull for a moment as if her name is a burden. So looks down at me. "We're almost to the truck, then we can heal you. Try and stay awake Trissy." She says with a dry, short laugh. I didn't even notice that I was tired until she says that. I squirm in her arms but that causes me to wince. The wound sets on fire then is slowly put out, leaving a small, bearable burning pinch. My body has gotten used to gunshot wounds. It is only when the pain calms that I can think. A strange woman is taking me away from safety. "What are you going to do with me?" I ask as my eyes droop closed. It doesn't really matter though. Before all I could see was her face and body. Everything else was black. "I'll tell you when you wake up. While your asleep we will fix you up, okay? Just know with me by your side you'll be safe. I'm not just another experiment, honey." Her sweet voice is the last thing I hear before I slip off into the warm, painless arms of the darkness.
Melexis POV
I watch as Tris sleeps in the bed of our truck. Her hair is thrown over her face, her arms draped across her chest. Medics crowd around her muttering things like, 'She should be dead,' and, 'impossible, but try,'. I reluctantly tear my eyes away from Tris. I twist my body and jump out from the truck's backseat. I smile as I see my old friend who has stuck by my side since we were young, Malac. " Hawthrone! Get your ass over here!" I yell, raising my hand. He turns around, a smile plastered on his face. His black hair his ruffled, his evergreen eyes sparkling. "Mellark, how's it going?" He asks, walking towards me. I smile as we embrace in a hug. I pat his back and pull away from him. "How are you?" I ask and take a step back from him. "Good, good. Now let's talk about the serious matters at hand. The clone is in, we are leaving in five minutes, and we have all signs of us covered up."
The clone of Tris. I feel horrible doing this to her loved ones, but she's safer with us. They will understand. They have to. She has to. And she will, I know it. We had taken a dead woman, Tris's exact size then gave her millions upon millions of dollars worth of plastic surgery to do the trick. It will all work out. And if we made a mistake, they will be to heartbroken to notice. They won't notice the girl has contacts in. "Lex?" Malac snaps his fingers in front of my face, drawing me back into reality. "Time to go!" He shouts. I turn to the car, staring at Tris. I swing myself into the bed of the truck, setting myself down next to Tris. I watch as strangers load into the car, Malac in the driver's seat. Medics clear out, one walking to me. The medic is a female with blond princess curls and deep blue eyes. "She should wake in a couple hours, tomorrow even maybe." She smiles. "A tough cookie you got there." She says before turning and sliding out of the bed. I take off my blood stained leather jacket. A stranger turns around and smiles. "Why don't you join us, girl?" He asks with a wink. I grind my teeth. I'm a great person. . . . with my friends. "Why don't you pay attention and stop hitting on girls half your age perv." I spit out. His smile falls. That brown hair, green eyes and tanned skin, set with toned muscles won't fool me. His bright white smile falls and he turns around in his seat. (A/N, If you didn't notice, he's in the back of the truck.) He closes the door as the trucks engine rumbles. I watch Malac through the window as he grips the steering wheel.
I look back at the government building, smoke stirring in the sky. The truck rumbles off slowly into the horizon. We use back roads, some unknown to the public. We even travel between trees and mountains. All while I study Tris, occasionally wiping the hair from her eyes. And before I know it, I fall asleep listening to the steady rise and fall of Tris' breath.
Trust me, I know this Is a super short chapter! This is just kinda an intro! And this is when Tris 'Died' from back then. What I'm thinking is that I'll start off with short chapters but update more often at random. When the chapters get longer it will be on Every other Tuesday (Maybe Friday, but I have a lot going on in school currently so It depends on that!). Also, I LOVE your reviews! Tell me what you think! Bad or good? Where would you like this to go? Thanks for reading!
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Goddess of The Games