A/N:- so Chapter 4! PLEASE don't kill me after you've read it! chapter 5 will be up VERY soon! promise! ^_^
~Slightly Afraid
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent or any of the original characters
Four POV
I looked out of the door to the view that was speeding past me as I hurtled down the track on the train to a pointless meeting down in Abnegation. I took my Cell out of my pocket to check the time. It read 6:30. Tris should be getting up now. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend waking up makes me smile. Her lopsided smile, her bright eyes and her dishevelled hair.
It was just at that moment I heard a creaking sound coming from behind me. Like someone had shifted their weight from foot to the other. I was supposed to be alone in this carriage.
I turned and balled up my fists, ready for a fight. After I'd turned 180° I stopped, expecting to be face to face with another man, but was only greeted by shadows.
"Who's there?" I asked, showing no hint of fear in my voice.
"I'm afraid, Mr. Eaton," the shadows said "Your time has run out. You see, you've messed with our plans, and I'm afraid, there is no way we can get back from this." From the corner of my eye I saw the glint of something metal, from the light of the rising sun. The barrel of a gun. The man stepped out from the shadows. He was tall and muscular and clad in Erudite blue, but his uniform was covered in blood stains.
I could feel my hands start to shake. I knew what was going to happen. The man raised his gun, and pointed it at my chest, directly over my heart. My hands filled with sweat, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
"Good bye Mr. Eaton." He pulled the trigger, and an unbearable pain appeared in my chest, and my body was thrown to the other side of the carriage, where I crumpled to the floor. My shirt was already covered in blood, and I couldn't move a muscle because of the pain. I moved my eyes around to search for the man, but was greeted by emptiness. He'd jumped out of the train.
I only had literally one minute to ponder his intentions, because the train flew off the tracks. The metal carcass rolled and somersaulted in the air at least 10 times and my body wacked against the walls every time. I was already weak from blood loss, and by the time the train stopped moving, I was certain I'd broken my right leg and my left arm. I could feel a steady stream of blood falling down the right side of my face, and onto the wall that had become the floor.
Spots appeared in my vision, my thoughts became cloudy. Blackness soon took over my eye sight and I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Or death. Before the darkness claimed me as it's own I managed to will my lips to say one last thing.
"Good bye Tris. I love you."