/Hi everyone, please enjoy chapter 6! Just a reminder that the Divergent characters are set after allegiant, and the Hunger Games characters were set in an alternative version of Mockingjay. I'm sorry if that's confusing!/
Chapter six: Everly
I got into the routine of things, which I have to say is a good thing in the Dauntless headquarters, as the physical and mental exertion required would be unbearable without one.
The thing with routines, though, is that I find that they make the day come and go a lot faster than usual.
It was for that reason that I suddenly found myself standing outside of the Dauntless compound on an especially cold Friday awaiting the bus to take us home. And despite my initial wariness of the camp, I was actually a little sad to go.
After our knife session, we were thrown into several other weapon tutorials and physical activities. While my bow and arrow skills were ok, my knife skills were by far my best asset. All in all, I think I did pretty well, at least better than the girl who ended up on the floor passed out from hitting herself in the head with her own bow.
It was when the class starting boarding the bus that I noticed Four standing beside me. I ignored him, not expecting him to talk to me.
But he did.
"Everly, can you come with me? I need you to talk to someone."
I whipped my head around to face him.
"But, the bus…."
"If you would come with me," He cut me off.
Perplexed, I followed him, not knowing that by choosing to follow him, I had just made the choice that changed my life.
Four led me into a brightly lit office, were a man was sitting behind a shiny desk. It took me a moment to realise who that man was.
"Mr. Burson?"
Mr. Burson was our school's principal, and had been for at least the last 5 years. What he was doing in this small and slightly shabby office was anybody's guess.
"Everly-Grace, I understand you must be… perplexed to say the least, however Four and I have an offer to make to you. It may sound strange as we explain but please just hear us out."
Mr. Burson suddenly smiled.
"I have been keeping an eye on you for a while, and it appears that you are not only very school smart, but also very logical and down-to-earth."
Four nodded and added, "Exactly the type of person we want."
My head swivelled from Mr. Burson to Four, my confusion was far from appeased.
"Want for what?"
Mr Burson held up a hand. "Let us finish. Please, take a seat."
I sat down on a very unnaturally hard chair opposite them. Satisfied with my (though non-existent) comfort, Four picked up the speech.
"Have you ever heard of wormholes?" I nodded. I had read a detailed book highlighting them last year.
"Good. In the future, humans would naturally have large amounts of complicated technology, and ultimately, the technology able to locate and open potential wormholes. Of course this is exactly what happened. In the future North America, known as Panem, a scientist created this machine which opened a wormhole into the past, in fact, this wormhole opened in your school."
I was aware of my suspicion on my face, but made no attempt to cover it up.
"But wait, there's more!" Mr. Burson laughed.
Four smiled too. "Between the two worlds is a small area, roughly the size of Tasmania. This area is mostly forest, but it also contains our headquarters. We want you to come with us there."
It took all of my willpower not to laugh. Surely, they are not serious. I am in America, for god's sake, not a sci-fi novel.
Sighing Four turned to my principal and raised his eyebrows. Mr. Burson cleared his throat.
"We'll just have to show you then."