For user: Merble. Fandom: Divergent trilogy
It felt like a dream, a nightmare. The bodies flooded the streets and my hands shook with fear as the gun dropped from my hands. Sure, I had fired a gun during initiation, but I've never killed anyone.
Other members from the Dauntless fraction surrounded me, all with the same shocked fear on their faces, staring down at the lifeless abnegation bodies at our feet. Growing up Dauntless didn't prepare me for this. The initiation didn't help either. There was spilt blood on the ground for no reason, and I had shot so many people. Men, women, a little girl no more than two years old who ran screaming for her mother.
I crumbled to the ground, my platinum blonde hair falling over my bare shoulders, and the cold feeling of frozen tears fell from my hazel eyes. I'm Dauntless, I repeated steadily in my mind. I was raised for this. I am not weak. But the tears continued to fall freely and splatter on the red ground.
"Sara!" the heavily masculine voice yelled my name just before hot, strong arms wrapped around me. It didn't even bother me when my brother, Dylan, lifted me from the ground and pulled me to his chest. "Sara, we need to get out of here."
"What…" I whispered, glancing down at the blood on my fingertips. "What happened?"
"It doesn't matter," he stated as his fingers wrapped tightly around one of my wrists. "All I know is that we can't stay here. We have to leave."
"And go where?" i demanded back as Dylan started to push his way through the crowds, not caring who he was walking past. It was an aspect of Dylan that I never had: her brother was always so sure of himself, and when he had an idea, he went for it. It was also in Dylan's belief that he had to protect his baby sister.
When I was fourteen, a group of transfer initiates thought it was fun to hold me above the chasm by my ankles. Dylan, who was also an initiate at the time, had come running and found me. Needless to say, this small act caused Dylan to both be chastised and placed to the top of his ranks.
"We'll go to the Fractionless," Dylan stated as he's steps became faster, forcing me to run behind him. "Get away from this mess, and see if we can get out of the city, and-"
"Dylan!" I yelled as I pulled my wrist from Dylan's grasp, causing him to stop running and look down at me, his own hazel eyes streaked with worry. One of his many fears he had to face in the simulation was if something horrible happened to me, and when I saw the fear behind his eyes, I quieted my voice. "Dylan, we can't just run away. What about the others? Where will we go?"
It took a moment, but Dylan finally nodded his head. "We'll figure it out," he whispered as he turned and started toward a whole in the ground that lead to an underground tunnel; a sewer system. "But, for now, we need to get away from the Erudite's eyes."
Dylan dropped down into the sewer, as though he knew exactly where he was going. And maybe he did since, for most of our lives, I had spent more times than not lying for when Dylan would randomly disappear. And it was Dylan's sureness in himself that I dropped down into the tunnel and followed him.
"It's not that much farther," Dylan whispered over his shoulder as he pushed himself past cobwebs and rats that found their way in his path. And almost directly after Dylan said that, a light shined down the tunnel in front of them.
Though I tried to push past Dylan to see what was ahead, he was much larger than my petite frame, and he had more muscular strength in his arms than I had in my entire body. "What do you want, Dauntless?" I heard a gruff voice demand from behind the slowly approaching light.
"Sanction," Dylan stated back as he matched the slow steps of the stranger in front of us. "We were forced against our will to fight against the Abnegation, and I know you'll help us."
"What makes you so sure?" the voice growled back, and it was at that moment that I recognized the voice.
While Dylan may have been stronger and larger than I was, I was short and agile, and while he was distracted, it was easy for me to slip around him. "Drop the light," I demanded as Dylan tried to force me to get back behind him.
The light wavered for a moment, before lowering to light up the ground at the man's feet. He looked more tired and ragged, and his missing eye was covered with a bright red patch, but I knew I had seen that boy in the Dauntless compound before. "You were one of the transfer initiates, I recognize you," I stated as I stepped closer, ignoring the rifle that hung limply in the man's hands. "You're Edward, right?"
"Why does it matter to you who I am?" Edward asked back, his face twitching as memories struggled behind his eyes.
"Because I know you'll help us, because you know that whatever happened wasn't our fault." I stood my ground, and as my eyes re-adjusted to the darkness, I realized that Dylan and I were out-numbered 9-2. But I held myself up hire and looked into the one perfect eye of the Fractionless man in front of me.
There was a sharp, low growl deep within Edward's throat as he turned to speak to the other Fractionless behind him. "They're coming with us," he murmured. Then Edward stepped aside to let Dylan and I walk past.
I smiled back at Dylan as he caught up to me, and then the group was back to walking down the never-ending darkness. "How did you know he'd let you pass?" Dylan whispered to me as we walked.
"Where you're best feature is the fact you can punch holes through walls," I explained to Dylan, a smile still on my face, "my own secret power is that I can interrogate people without them knowing."
