Tris POV
I feel so cold, why am I so cold.
"Come back to us, Tris," I hear a woman's voice.
"Mom," I ask quietly.
"Come out of it, Tris, wake up," I hear the voice again.
I can't open my eyes, my lids are so heavy, I feel numb, the pain from the shots are gone, and i can't feel anything.
The only thing I can feel is my heart, my heart is broken, Eric let me go.
"Tris, wake up," I hear the voice again.
I fight to lift my heavy lids.
The room is so bright, I squeeze my eyes shut once more before I let my eyes flutter open.
"Welcome back my child," Jeanine whispers taking my hand in her own.
"What happened," I whisper, my voice is barely audible.
"You were betrayed by Eric, and his friend Harrison."
"Eric..." I feel tears pool in my eyes.
"Don't worry child, a broken heart is mended easily, and in the end it will make you stronger."
I look around the room and see Uriah and Christina standing by the door.
"Tris," Christina says with a slight smile.
Uriah smiles brightly.
Jeanine stands and turns to leave.
"Tris, you need to know, love is a weakness, it only gets you hurt, or killed."
With that, Jeanine left the room.
Christina and Uriah advanced for the small hospital bed.
"How did I get here," I ask quietly.
"You crawled your crazy ass halfway back, and Tori and Will found you," Uriah laughs.
"I crawled back?"
"You don't remember?"
I shake my head.
"You're one tough bitch," Christina laughs before standing up to leave the room.
Uriah lingers, waiting for her to leave before speaking, "did you see my brother?"
I nod, "he warned Eric and I that we would not be safe in Dauntless. Eric didn't listen and pushed his way into leadership..."
"Do you think he really would betray you?"
"I don't know, Uriah, I don't know anything anymore."
He sighs and his head falls, he is gazing at the floor.
"Hey," I croak, "he asked about you...your brother."
"What did he say?"
"He asked how you were doing, he misses you."
"I miss him too, it's been a long time."
"Uriah, we have to get out of this city," I say quietly. His eyes meet mine.
"We know."
"We?"
"There are hundreds of us, Tris, ready to go. But we need a leader." He gestures to me.
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
I look into Uriah's face and see nothing but honesty.
It was obvious that Eric lost his way, he was pulled into the Dauntless trap, he gave up love for Dauntless, he gave up our future. I would make my own future from here on out. And I would kill anyone who got in my way.
Uriah stood to leave my hospital room, I stood up and looked out the window, the sun was setting over the horizon now, my mind kept falling back to Eric.
Why would he let me die, why did he let me go?
"Tris," I hear Tobias from behind me.
"Hello, Tobias," I say firmly.
"How are you feeling," he asks.
"Like I've been shot," I snicker, at least I can feel my legs enough to be standing. Though I'm ignoring the pain in my side and back.
I hear Tobias chuckle from somewhere behind me, "Tris," he places a hand on my shoulder, "you loved him didn't you."
My heart clenches in my chest and I blink back the flood of tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
"I still do, Tobias," I speak quietly, so quietly I don't know if he's heard me.
"Love makes us weak, Tris," he says softly.
He's right, it has weakened me.
"You have to think of him as the enemy now, Tris, you have to forget him."
I am fighting a battle within myself, I love Eric...but I know he doesn't love me. He let me go. He let Harrison try to kill me.
...
"Jeanine," I call out into the vast room.
She is standing in a doorway, looking at something.
"Tris," she turns to me quickly, "come to me child."
I slowly walk towards her, I don't agree with her tactics, or her plans, but at this point it's the only way I can exact my revenge.
"Are you willing to listen to me," I ask her quietly.
"What are you proposing?"
"Leave Abnegation for last, attack Dauntless first."
"Ahh, Tris," she whispers and walks around me slowly, "you are looking for revenge."
"Yes." I won't lie to her.
"We need more children," she whispers.
I look up into her eyes and see the blue storm playing in them.
"What about the attack?"
"No, we will wait. As for now, I want you to sweep Abnegation and Amity For children."
Abnegation, my heart clenches.
Jeanine notices my hesitation.
"Love is weak, Tris, this, is your family now."
"Yes ma'am," I whisper, she is right. Love is weakness.
"Leave now, go to Amity and Abnegation, bring all the children you can."
I nod and turn to leave the room, I am met by Uriah and Christina outside the door.
"What are we doing," Uriah asks, sounding almost desperate.
"Going to Amity," I say quickly and make my way through the hallways to the armory before loading in the trucks with the rest of the soldiers.
...
"No," a woman screams, "please, don't take my baby, he's only nine."
I roll my eyes, and look to her, "that never stopped her from taking me when I was a child."
The woman cries hysterically as Christina drags the young boy away to the truck.
I don't agree with what's going on, this is my way to revenge, this is the only way to draw Harrison and Eric out.
"Tris," I hear Max yell from a few yards away.
I move to him quickly. He hands me the binoculars, in the distance I see six dauntless trucks speeding across the terrain for Amity.
I smirk.
"Send the children back."
"What about them?" He asks gesturing towards the speeding trucks.
"Christina, Tori, Uriah, Will, Tobias, you and I will stay."
"That's at least fifty soldiers."
"So we set up an ambush."
Max smirks and hollers for them to send the trucks containing the children away, one truck is left behind.
"Hide well," I say to the remaining soldiers, "today, war begins."
"Tris, is this the way to freedom," Uriah asks me quietly.
"It's the only way, Uriah."
...
I am hidden in the rafters of the barn, I can hear the trucks pulling up outside.
Max has sent communication to Jeanine that we have stayed behind to attack the Dauntless soldiers.
"Here they come," Christina whispers from a few feet away from me, also hidden in the shadows.
Harrison was the first one through the doors of the barn, followed by Eric.
My heart jumped into my throat at the sight of him.