"The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them." – Patrick Henry.
Apparently I was wrong. Not completely, but a little bit. There had just been an election. The people were complaining. They hadn't voted for the man that won. Everyone I asked had voted for the other person. There was something going on and I was going to figure it out.
I researched the election. The man that was voted in wanted crazy things. A large military, more advancements in serums, and new technology. The people were right to be afraid. Last time they did this there was factions, war, and destruction. Everyone voted for the other person. A man who seemed gentle, if a little inexperienced, and he was going to keep things mostly the same. He was going to be a caregiver President.
Life was supposed to be different after the war. Everything was going to improve and people were going to be happy. There wasn't supposed to be corruption, serums, manipulation, and all of that. After everything that had happened, it was supposed to be over.
I knew it wasn't like that. Maybe better than anyone. Life wasn't fair and it never ended. If it was then this place wouldn't be in the situation it is in now. If it was, then Sam and Dean would have been happy a long time ago. If it was, Scott and Stiles wouldn't still be battling people. If it was, then Lena and Ethan wouldn't have to worry about each other. If it was, then the Cullen Family would either be dead or able to live a normal life. Life wasn't fair and I hated that.
I went back to my apartment and saw that he had a laptop on his desk. Sitting down, I decided that I was going to stop this. I was going to stop whatever evil was threatening this place. This is was I was supposed to do here. My mission was stopped short though.
His computer was password protected. Where is Garcia when you need her? Sighing, I tried to think about what it could be. I had to be sure or I would get locked out of his computer. I didn't even know how many characters it needed. Grabbing a piece of paper, I wrote down many possibilities; Tris Prior, Beatrice Prior, Beatrice, FourxSix, FourxTris, Fourtris, TobiasxTris, TobiasxBeatrice, Tris Eaton, Beatrice Eaton. It is way too many. I had to narrow them down.
I tried to think about what I knew of Four. He disliked his identity, but shared it with her. Everyone knew that he was Tobias Eaton, but no one called him that. He admitted that it was nice to hear her call his name. Maybe that could be in his password. However, I feel like it would be more about her than him.
So that left Tris, Tris Prior, Beatrice, Beatrice Prior, Beatrice Eaton, Tris Eaton and a bunch of other things. It really depended on if he wanted to remember her as she was or what they could have had. Did he want to marry her? Did he envision a certain kind of life with her?
I struggled a lot for a better part of an hour. Then, I decided to just go with it. First, Beatrice Eaton. All of it didn't fit, only half of it did. So there was a certain amount of characters it had to be. That meant there was no spaces either. Would he capitalize it? I felt he would. So that left TrisPrior or TrisEaton. I typed in the first one and it worked. Gasping, I looked at the screen.
There was only three folders; Tris, Plans, and Information. I clicked on Information and files popped up. They were about the New President; Eric Mallory. Well, his name should have told you that it was a bad idea. He was from outside the fence and was shown talking to David. Four had collected a lot of details, but some were missing.
What was he going to do? How could he be stopped? And what needs to be done to stop him? Who wanted him in power? What is the big picture? What would be in the way of stopping him? What war was coming?
Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from outside. I left my apartment and saw speakers on everything and a hologram appeared. It was the new president.
"Hello, people. I am here to talk to about our plan to help this fine city. We have created some new medicine that will help with disease and help with other medical problems. Please come to the center and have it injected. That will be all. Thank you." It went off.
It was the new serum. Feeling angry, I went for a run. Luckily as I did, I didn't see anyone leaving their homes. On the way, I ran into someone. His mother.
"Mom!" I said. "Did you hear the announcement?"
"Yes. I don't believe any of that for a second. I was on the way back to tell you. Also I have a message."
"What is it?"
"The Allegiant are meeting up again."
"Where?"
"Tobias." She said, gently. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't, Mom. I'll be careful. If something is going on, then I need to do something. I can't just stand by and watch something horrible happen. I-she wouldn't want me to. Her death won't be in vain." I said, tearing up.
"Oh, sweetie. Just be safe."
"I will. Where are they?"
"The old Dauntless training room."
"Thanks."
I ran through Dauntless and I saw a person who I assumed what Christina.
"Hey, did you hear the news?"
"Yeah, dork. Why else would I be walking this way?"
"I don't know. Just checking."
"Well, you checked. We are meeting up again. I hope this isn't as bad as I think it is."
"Didn't I give you what I had found?" I tried to sound emotionless.
"Well, yeah, and I read it…eventually. I just want us to catch a break."
"Maybe we will. But we have to work fast. We can't drag this out and have civilians be killed." Or I run out of time.
"Alright. Don't tell me. Tell them." She gestured to the door.
I pushed it open and everyone was there; the Allegiant.