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New Blood

Tris

Only thirty Scout Regiments (the Dauntless soldiers who venture outside) survived. Either injured or bruised. But that's because of their recklessness. And the commander's lack of discipline and training.

In two years, I'll be able to join them. To train, to fight, to kill. Unless something happens.

Caleb shifts uncomfortably beside me as an old frail woman stumbles in front of the soldiers, eyes searching the area. As if she were looking for something.

"Sebastian!? Sebastian, stop hiding. Please!" She says, voice quavering.

She clutches the hem of her thin, grey jacket as her hazel eyes dart the are. She slowly and clumsily stumbles toward one of the elite soldiers.

The soldier's brown eyes harden as he looks down at her, the old woman on her wobbly knees. She clutches at the hem of the soldiers black pants.

"Where's Sebastian?!" She cries.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

"Eric!" He says. "Bring... Bring Sebastian." He commands.

"Yes Sir!" Eric salutes as he grabs something from one of the brown horses bags and brings it to the elite soldier.

The elite soldier grabs the box and holds it in his hands. He heaves a heavy sigh and shakes his head.

"This is all that was left from Sebastian." He says as he opens the box to reveal a bloody arm.

Caleb flinches. He never liked the sight of blood. Or anything gory.

The crowd remains silent as the woman begins to weep. Tears rapidly fall down her cheeks. She screams in pain. She hugs the hand against her chest. Finally, she looks up.

"Did he die fighting?" She rasps.

"Excuse me?" The soldier asks.

"Did he die trying to save humanity? Did he die for a good cause?!" The woman cries.

The soldier is taken aback. I'm guessing that's a no.

"He... He died trying." The soldier says before getting back on his horse and leading the Scout Regiments back to Dauntless Compound.

The crowd slowly turn away, some Abnegation stay to help the poor old woman. But I stand there for a moment.

Should I really become a Scout Regiment? Is it really worth the risk?

I stare hard at the dirt path.

Yes, it is. Unless you don't mind living like livestock for the rest of your life.

I mean look at us, we're living in a cage. Growing and keeping fed, like cattle. We're just gonna end up as Titan food unless we do something about it!

"Tris," Caleb says, grabbing my hand. "It's almost three thirty."

I sigh. "Fine,"

"And Beatrice," Oh Lord. "I know that you want to join the Dauntless Scout Regiment."

I tense up.

"What? Are you crazy? Why would I want to risk my life for such a good reason?" I mumble.

Caleb rolls his eyes.

"Caleb, please don't tell mother and father!" I beg as he drags me towards the river.

Caleb remains silent. "I don't know if I can Beatrice."

Once we arrive at our two story, grey cement house, we find mother standing on the porch tending the different flowers she has. She always tends her plants when she's nervous or worried.

"Mother?" I call out.

Her head jerks towards us. Strands of blonde hair fall from her high bun.

She wipes her hand on an old rag and clutches her long grey skirt as she runs down the steps.

"Caleb! Beatrice! Oh God, where were you two?" She asks, the skin on the end of her eyes crinkling as she had her hands on our shoulders.

"We were in Dell Plaza. The Scout Regiments just came back from their last mission." Caleb explains.

Mom sighs in relief.

"How many soldiers were there?" She asks as we climb up the steps of the porch.

"Thirty. Only thirty made it." I say.

Once we get inside of the house, I make my way to the wooden dining table. Caleb follows suit. I set the plates and glasses on the table with some help from Caleb.

My mother stands before the stove. Stirring whatever she had made in a pot. It smells delicious. My stomach grumbles.

Caleb chuckles as heat rushes into my cheeks.

Just then, there's a knock at my door.

"Beatrice, do you mind getting the door? I think it may be your father." Mother says.

"Sure, mother." I say as I get up from my seat and walk towards the door.

I open the door to reveal Eight.

Eight has changed dramatically over the past years. It's been years since he has changed his name. I remember when we were just kids. Talking about the outside world. I remember when his parents left. They left Eight with his grandfather to journey into the outside world. To be free.

I remember how Caleb, Eight and I would make plans to leave. To follow his parent's footsteps. But that all changed when we received the news. The news of his parent's death.

Eight fell into a weak depression. He'd still be cheery and happy. But you can tell that on the inside, he's broken.

Eight has tanned skin. With brown eyes that fade to an outer ring of black. He has a slight hooked nose and his small smile. His short black hair gently flows in the wind. His black sleeves are rolled up, revealing several bracelets that range from strings to braids to bracelets with spikes and points on them. On his right hand, on the middle finger is a skull ring.

"Hey Tris, mind if I could come in?" He asks.

"Of course not, Eight. You're always welcome here." I say as he comes in.

I shut the door and lead him to the dining table.

"Mother, Eight's here." I say, pointing to Eight as he takes a seat at the table.

"Oh it's lovely to see him. How are you Eight? How's that old man of your's?" Mother smiles.

"We're doing fine, thank you. How are you and Mr. Prior?" Eight asks.

"I've told you to call me Andrew, Eight. How is that so hard to follow?" A deep voice booms.

We jerk towards the sound to see father. His brown hair slightly ruffled from the wind outside. Dark green eyes full of light and happiness. The end of his lips curved into a wide grin.

Mother grins as she makes her way towards father's side. She kisses his cheek as if to say 'hello'.

I've always wondered what'd it be like to have a husband. A lover. Someone who'll respect me. Care for me. Love me like no one has before.

I push the thought from my head. Not now. Not here.

Dinner was peaceful. We had our laughs and smiles. Until Caleb blurted out those horrid words;

"Beatrice wants to join the Scout Regiment." He clasps his mouth shut. Eyes wide in fear.

Mother chokes on her soup.

"Beatrice? Is this true?" She manages.

"What if it is?" I mumble.

The next thing I know, mother's hands are clutching my shoulders. Making me face her.

"Beatrice Grace Prior! You better not join those...those hellions! It's too dangerous!" She yells.

Anger bubbles inside of me.

Does she think I'm weak? Does she think I won't survive in this world?

I shove her away from me.

"So you don't believe in me?" I ask.

Her eyes widen. She let's go of my shoulders and looks me right in the eye.

"It's not that, Beatrice. I've always believed in you and Caleb. I will continue believing in you two. I just don't want to lose what's important to me." She says.

My eyes widen as they dart around the room. They find Eight's eyes, Caleb's and my father's eyes.

My head is spinning. Heart pounding.

I need to get out of here.

So I do. I run and burst through the door. I don't know where I'm going. But I don't care.

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