Hi guys! For the sake of my story, Tris' ashes where never spread, everyone in Chicago gets buried. The beginning of this chapter is sort of a set up for my story. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! :). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Trilogy or any of it's characters.
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Chapter 4
Zeke POV
I felt my mother's tears wet my shirt. That's it.
Now he is officially gone.
I shift, causing my mother to lift her head. She leaned on me as I walked her over to the chair to sit. The chair was right next to Uriah's bed, where he now lied lifeless.
Once my mother sat down she reached her shaky hand out to Uriah, she touched his arm and jerked her hand back.
"He's cold." My mom repeated those two words as if they were going to change. She had fear and sadness in her eyes. She looked lost. I have been so worried and sad about Uriah that I haven't paid any attention to my mother; I quickly looked her over. She was pale. The bags under her eyes more pronounced. She looked thinner, her clothes hanging off her small frame.
How could I have not noticed that my mother was dying of grief?
I am worried for her. I can't lose someone else, not this soon. I jump to attention when the doctor walks in. He walks over to my mother who is holding my brother's hand whispering to herself.
The doctor coughs to get her attention, "excuse me." He says. My mother looks up, her eyes everywhere.
"Yes" she says in a low whisper, her voice raspy
"We need to talk a DNA sample from Uriah, so if you all could please step out of the room so we could, that would be very much appreciated"
My mom sat confused and silent, not answering. I walk over to the doctor puzzled by what he just said. "Excuse me, doctor." I say. He shifts his gaze from my mother to me. "I have never heard of doctors' taking DNA samples after someone dies."
"Oh, you see we only take a DNA sample if the individual that has passed is under the age of 21. Normally people don't die that young. It's understandable that you are unfamiliar with our protocol."
"Why do you only take DNA from people under the age of 21?" I ask confused
"The older you get the more infections you receive. We want only the finest and healthiest DNA. We don't worry with the old ones."
"What are you planning on doing with my brother's DNA?"
"Nothing." The doctor says shrugging his shoulders. "We only save it for when the bureau needs it. We have never, in a 100 years, used one before."
"Oh" is all I could say. I look around the room and see Four – who has been listening the whole time – speed walk over towards the doctor and me. I watch as he makes his way over. The whole time I am thinking 'I want to kill him, he deserves it'. My thoughts are interrupted when Four begins speaking with the doctor. He sounds anxious.
"If you take a DNA sample from everyone that dies under the age of 21 does that mean you took one from a girl named Tris Prior? I mean Beatrice Prior?" He said it so fast I had a hard time understanding him. He didn't even take a breath in between any of his words.
"Yes, we took hers a few days ago." Four walks away with a small smile on his face. What is he happy about? His girlfriend just died and he caused the death of Uriah. That sick bastard.
We all file out of the room, leaving the doctors to their work. As I am leaving I hear Christina talking to Four.
"Why are you so happy they have her DNA?" She asks
"Because now it feels like she's not gone. That DNA made her, the girl I love. Sure she is gone" He stops and looks up. He brings his head back down and lowers his gaze to Christina, "but not completely gone."
The door to Uriah's hospital room opens and the doctors' walk out pushing the bed. He is covered now with a blanket from head to toe, I can't see his face anymore.
"Where are you talking him?" I ask
"To your families capsule area." One of the nurses say.
"What capsule area?" I ask confused. "What the hell is a capsule area? We buried my father."
One of the female nurses comes up to me and says. "I'm sorry, that's another thing the bureau lied to you about. After you bury a person they come, dig them out, and place them in capsules, it preserves the body. I don't know why they do it, but they do. I heard they like to see how generations evolve but that's just a rumor." She nods at me then walks away.
I feel someone grab my shoulder and I whip around to see whom it is. After everything that has happened I am very on edge. I am annoyed to see Four, with that stupid 'I'm sorry' expression. I shake my shoulders causing his hand to fall.
"Can we just talk?" he asks.
Is he kidding, I never want to talk to him again. I begin to walk away towards the room we are staying in; I need a nap. When I reach the bend of the hallway I turn around and say, "We have nothing to talk about."
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Uriah POV
My mom was crying. I heard the ruckus of everyone in the room and a wheel chair rolling on the ground.
And that was it.
Everything went black. I didn't hear anything else; I didn't sense anything else.
I feel like I am wondering in a black void, no one's here. There is no light, no walls, and no floors. I am walking on nothing.
I sit down throwing my head into my hands. Is this what death is? Me, walking aimlessly, alone for the rest of eternity, I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I wipe it away as fast I could. I may be dead and out of the faction system but I am not a pansycake.
"Uriah?" My head jerks up so fast I get dizzy. Who else is here? I stand up and start running, looking for the person who said my name. The voice sounded sweet and soft, almost musical. It sounds so familiar but I can't figure out who it belongs to.
"Uriah." I whip around at the sound of the voice again. Where is this person! I run faster, determined to find the person who belongs to the voice.
I run for what feels like forever and start to slow down from exhaustion. I collapse and fall on my back, starring up at the dark nothingness. I close my eyes when I feel someone or something nudge me in the side. I ignore it, too sad to pay attention. I get hit again but harder; I take a moment to take in some of the air I lost and then look up.
I see a girl. She is an average height. Her hair is a dark brown and it is cascading down her small frame in waves. She has blood covering one side of her body, starting from her head all the way down to her knee.
Marlene.
I jump up and hug her. Confirming she is real. I touch her silky hair and breath in her fresh scent that is mixed with a tint of blood.
"Come Uriah, follow me." She is waving her hand, gesturing me to follow her. Her voice sounds so calming. She turns on her heel and begins to walk away. I follow, walking right next to her.
We continue walking and everything went white. I began to see loads of people walking all over the place. All these people either had wounds or gashes on them or nothing at all. I turn to look at Marlene; she is staring ahead with a huge grin plastered on her face.
"Marlene." I say
She looks up at me and says, "Yeah Uri." When she said Uri I forgot how much I missed hearing that name, how much I missed hearing her say it.
"Why does everyone look like they have just been hurt?"
"Oh, when you die you don't receive magical white clothes like everyone thinks. The way you look when you die is the way you look when you go to heaven… or hell."
Oh, I wonder what I look like. "Marlene, what do I look like?"
"Perfect." She says giggling. "Not a scratch, you got to heal while you were sleeping. Lucky." I look away from her smiling and take in the room.
Everything is white, with details of black, gray, or silver. On the ground lie monitors, almost like the ones the bureau had when the where spying on us, except much bigger.
The monitors cover the floor completely with pathways in between each one. I walk up and down the pathways looking at every monitor. Each has something different playing on it. I notice they all have names on the bottom, signifying whom the monitor belongs to. I stop abruptly when I see a name I recognize, I bend down running my fingers across the letters as I read the name, Marlene. I look over at the screen to see what she was looking at.
It is hospital room, empty. I look around and notice the machines are turned off. Telling me no one is in it.
I look up; Marlene is running over to me with a huge smile on her face. Since I have been here, I realize that Marlene has gone back to her old self. She got back that 'childish joy' about her, that she lost after the simulations.
"Hey, Uri! I see you found my monitor." She pushes me over laughing. We lay there for a little while trying to control our laughter.
"What's it for; what are you looking at?" I ask
"When people say 'they aren't gone, they are always looking over you' It's not bull like we thought." She turns to look at me. "These monitors show you anything you want to see from the world. You just type what you want to see on the keypad and it shows up. You can watch over anybody." She stops and smiles at me before continuing. "And I was looking at you."
At me? Before I can say something else Marlene is grabbing my hands and pulling me off the floor.
"Come on, let me show you were yours is." She says.
We begin walking when I see and girl and I stop suddenly. She has multiple bullet wounds on her. She is short with a small frame and no curves. Blonde hair that stops at her jawline and her eyes are a grayish-blue. Tris?
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