Tris' P.O.V.
The darkness surrounded the atmosphere I was in. I was the only one there in the middle of nothingness, or so I thought. Two bodily figures appeared from the black. It wasn't until they got close I realized who they were. "Mom? Uriah?" I searched for answers. Where was I and why were my mother and Uriah there with me. "Where am I?" I asked. "Aw, Tris it's good to see you, but we can't be here for long so I shoot for the point. Got it Six?" He told me. I nodded my head but was still completely clueless. "Let me handle this Uriah", my mother scorned."Beatrice, you're here because you are in comma, and we have come to inform you that the only way to get out of it is to fight. I know you can. We'll be in touch", my mother said. "Mom can I be with you wherever you are?" I questioned with tears swelling in my eyes. "No Beatrice. Not just yet you have so much to live for. Tell Caleb that I love him and tell my granddaughter to stay strong. Okay?" She asked me for confirmation. "Okay." I promised. She smiled and waved goodbye as she and Uriah disappeared. Okay. Soon after that I fought to return to my world. Alone in nothingness
Tobias' P.O.V.
I stood outside and paced the room. The dark haired girl waved at me to come and sit by her, because I had nothing else to do, why not? "You don't need to worry about Six. My mom is a fighter!" She reassured me. "Can I ask you a couple of things kid?" I said as kindly as possible. "My name is not kid. It's Lela. And ask away I'd be obliged", she told me. She is a lot like Tris. Has her sass and all. "Well, Lela, how old are you?" I smiled. "I'm five. My momma says that I'm braver than she was at her age", she responded with pride. Wait if she was five that means that Tris had to have her about a year after the bureau incident. That could only propose that the time of conception was right before Tris died. Is this my daughter? "Hey! You okay in there?" she asked waving her hand in my face. I must have gotten so into thought that I lost myself. "Yeah I'm fine. Okay next question. Why do you call her Six? If she's your mom you really shouldn't call her by her nicknames", I told her. "Well when we were in the cell my mom used to go on and on about how she and my daddy would try and protect the factions from the war that the faction Erudite wanted. One day she told me how she had to face her fears and she ended up only having six, so that was one of her notorious nicknames, but instead everyone still called her Tris because it suited her better. All except for one and that was my daddy, a boy named four", she said. I had a look of shock escape my face. I can't believe it. Not only did Tris leave me thinking she was dead for six years but she also kept from me that I had a child. "What were your other ones? I can tell by the look on your face you probably have plenty more", she asked. I immediately composed myself. "Where were you and your mom all this time? I'm a good friend of hers and ya'll have been gone for six years", I asked my last and final question. "Well I don't know exactly where it was, but I know it was a prison cell of some sort. My mom had taught me everything I needed to know in that cell. How to read, how to write, survival, and almost anything else you can think of. I don't know how she did it honestly. None of the other prisoners knew either. She always told me it was because I have a gift, and because I'm perfectly balanced that I was able to learn and do so much in a raggedy old cell. Once I was old enough to understand she told me everything about the bureau accident. To be honest I told my mom that was irrational decision that she would go instead of my uncle, but she told me she ended up getting hurt really bad. Obviously she had dumb it down a bit because it wasn't totally age appropriate, but she told me what she thought I should know. Apparently once she had woken up from her near death experience a man, named Parish, told her for ruining the bureau project she had a life sentence in prison. This Parish person was head of the U.S. government and had been counting on the bureau to successfully work on genetically modifying people for a perfect society. Then my mom had me and you know that story. One day Parish said we could leave, but it would cost my mother. I didn't watch but I could tell by the shape she was in after they let us leave that the price was torture. I hated seeing my mom so weak-willed and giving up on hope. So I asked her about the place with gates and the city of Chicago to see if we could go there for help. She gave me directions while I dragged her body there. I was lucky that she even made it here alive. She shouldn't have risked my safety for her life, but I know that if she fights she'll pull through", the little girl said confidently. Everything finally made sense. She didn't keep it from me on purpose. If she could have, she would have left that cell long ago. For the time being I would watch my growing little girl until Tris woke up. I'm proud of Tris for teaching her so much and making sure she's safe. Now all I have to do is have faith that my girlfriend and this little girl's mother would wake soon. The doctor finally came out and told me that Tris was in a comma from all the injuries she had. They also so said that she had a 20% chance of living, but I didn't believe that. We were invited to come into the room and see her. Her body laid on the bed in a deep sleep. Surprisingly, Lela understood everything and sat down next to the lifeless body. "Don't worry momma I know that you wouldn't leave us yet", she said. What did she mean by us?
Lela's P.O.V.
I could tell the man with me was my daddy that I never got to meet until now. I can figure out people easily. It is one of my talents. I told my mom that she wasn't ready to leave us. Her family. I squeezed her hand and felt a small squeeze in return. "I would never leave you my sweet Lela."
