So, this is partially mine, and partially Veronica Roth's. I took the writing, and cut and edited it, as well as adding other parts.
So, you might want a text reference.
I have forgotten to do this... Veronica Roth owns Divergent, I do not. I do own several Divergent Fanfics though. Check them out! I just posted a new crossover of HG and Divergent.
Fulfill the craving that the cliffhanger left you with... enjoy!
I see the death serum immediately. I inhale deeply, trying to calm my heart rate. Not the best idea, considering I am already starting to feel the death serum work its way in through the mask of my clean suit after just a few minutes of exposure. It smells like smoke and spice, and my lungs reject it. I start to cough and splutter.
I attempt to make my way to the double doors on the other side of this death trap. I can feel it, the death serum. It has taken over my bones and has filled me with lead. My muscles are no longer strong enough to support me as I crumple to my knees. My body feels heavy, separate from me, and every move requires more effort. An invisible thread tugs me toward sleep, but I want to be awake. I struggle to keep my eyelids open. It feels as though a weight has pressed down on me, pushing me backwards, into the ground, so I lay flat on my back. I feel as though fingers of ice are reaching inside me, touching deep within my soul and bones.
But no, I cannot let the cold consume me. I let this thought grow a small flame in my chest, right next to my heart. The weight keeps pressing, and the thread keeps tugging. My eyelids feel heavy, and they threaten to close. The ice inside me keeps spreading, yet the cold is somewhat comforting.
I hear a shout from outside the lab. Tobias! This name makes my flame grow stronger. With the last of my willpower, I summon names from the back of my drugged brain. Tobias, Caleb, Christina, Matthew, Cara, Zeke, and Uriah! These names add to the fire, they make it stronger.
I think of my mother Natalie, and my father Andrew. I recall Marlene, Lynn, Will, and Al. I let thoughts of my loved ones stoke the flame.
It seems like a pointless struggle though. The weight bears down on the flame like sand, smothering it. It would be nice to float away, a voice in my head says, To stop struggling, to give up, to see what comes next.
I hear another shout. I am not one to give up. The fire, the burning desire to live, it consumes me. I am not done yet, I am not.
I feel like I am digging through my own mind. It is difficult to remember why I came here and why I care about surviving. Thoughts of my deceased friends and parents come back. They are dead, the voice says, they are dead and you could join them.
I almost feel like agreeing, but another though makes its way up through the fog of my memories. They died for me, I tell the voice. And now I have something to do, in return. I have to stop other people from losing everything. I have to save the city and the people my mother, father and friends loved.
If I go to join my parents, I want to carry with me a good reason, not this- this senseless collapsing at the threshold.
The fire, the fire, it yet again consumes me, but stronger. It rages within, a campfire, then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the cold and weight, and burning the thread. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
I feel the serum clinging to my destroyed clean suit and exposed skin like oil, but the darkness recedes. I slap a heavy hand over the floor and push myself up.
Bent at the waist, I shove my shoulder into the double doors, and they squeak across the floor as their seal breaks. I breathe clean air and stand up straighter. I am here, I am here at last.
But I am not alone.
"Don't move," David says, raising his gun. "Hello, Tris."
AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Don't kill me! Please wait until the next chapter, then feel free (JK, y'all know that right).
Hopefully, you won't want to kill me, cause I promised you a better ending to Allegiant. (I am not gonna spoil my story for y'all) I LOVE THAT WORD, even though it is horrible grammar.
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BTW... excuse any grammar issues or writing mistakes. I wrote this really fast. (In one hour, yeah you people, writing takes time)
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