Hey guys, so I finally got to writing after days of writing and deleting because i couldnt get it just the way i wanted. As i've said before this story is completely my idea of twisting the plot of the original Divergent series by Veronica Roth. She owns all the characters and the main plot. So yes my version of the Bureau is my own and might be confusing. Any questions please ask in the reviews and I'll try to explain without adding to the confusion.
As to my most recent review from YaoiLovinKitsune thank you so much for the review! I'm so glad you and so many other are loving my story it honestly makes my day and inspires me to write! And Yes Eric will be a good guy but eventually. Him and Lo have a lot to get through before that happens.
But enjoy this little bit with them ;)
Chapter 10
"She's been asleep for the past twenty minutes." Eric's rough voice murmured, rousing me from my sleep. "She was complaining about a headache and laid down. I tried waking her up but she fucking slapped me." My lips twitched at the revelation, amused at the grudging undertone I heard in his voice.
"And that is why you don't disturb a lady when she is trying to get much needed beauty sleep." I yawned, opening my eyes to stare at his black ceiling. I didn't want to look at him, I just wanted to pretend that today never happened. I already felt ashamed with myself because if it hadn't been for Eric and Four, Peter and Drew might have gotten away with their plan. But I was laying here, in his apartment, on his couch. There was no way he was going to just let me walk out of here without a full detailed description of what happened tonight.
I let out a long breath before turning my head slightly to see him standing a few feet away from the couch, scowling down at me. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing at him. "Well excuse me from trying to keep you from dying in your sleep because of a concussion." He muttered sarcastically and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Actually the primary treatment to a concussion is cognitive rest. That means that if concussed, one must limit strenuous activities and let the brain rest. So sleeping is actually good for helping the brain recover." I spoke as if reciting from a text book which I probably was. The bureau focused primarily on studying the brain, so of course I knew a lot about it.
The doctor grinned widely, an amused glint in his eyes as he approached me. "Erudite defect, right?" He wasn't anything like the doctors from back home. He was pure muscle, but not overly muscular. He was also incredibly tall and had a shaved head with tattoos sleeves that were showcased by the black sleeveless muscle shirt he was wearing. To anyone else he probably would have been intimidating, but I wasn't just anyone. Plus, I hadn't expected anything less from a Dauntless doctor.
I gave him a strained smile. "That obvious?" And that is why I was thankful we had agreed to have me defect from Erudite. I may not have the same smarts as Forrest, but I wasn't stupid either, and I had my moments when I surprised people.
"Nah, not at all." He chuckled and settled on the coffee table across from me. He pulled out a penlight from his pocket. "I'm Tucker, by the way."
"Lo." I offered, glancing back at Eric his beautiful eyes were staring at me with an intense expression I didn't want to decipher, so I turned back to look at the Doctor. I was tired of trying to figure out what mood he was in. It shifted faster than I could keep up with.
"Alright Lo, let's check if you actually do have a concussion." He flashed the bright light in my eyes, and I forced myself not to flinch. It made my headache worse but I knew that it was necessary so I sucked it up. When he was done he sat back, turning his light off and putting it away. "You are, but it's mild. Take it easy the next couple of days and you should be fine. Four also informed me that you took quite a few hits so mind if I check you over." He gestured to the extremely baggy hoodie I was wearing.
"Yeah, sure." I muttered, shrugging out of it, uncaring that I was just in a bra. Doc didn't seem phased by it either but a glance in Eric's direction, revealed his jaw clenched in displeasure.
"You couldn't have thrown a shirt before you started stripping." He snapped, his expression darker than I have ever seen it. I barely managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
"I'm being examined… by a doctor. If my boobs bother him, then he obviously picked the wrong damn job." I snapped back, holding back a wince as I straightened, only now feeling the pain that radiated from my side. The doc's lips twitched in amusement, but wisely kept his mouth shut and focused on examine my side. It was the same side that had crashed into the wall in my mad dash away from those assholes. Great just another injury to add to my never ending list.
"You've got a nasty bruising going on here." He indicated to my right side. "Starting at your shoulder and ending at what looks like your hip."
"Probably from my little spat with the walls of Dauntless." I snorted, shifting to ease the pain. "That it Doc?" I asked anxious to go to bed to sleep and forget about this goddamn night.
"Looks, like it." He answered, probably seeing my desperate look. "The bruising on your face should be gone in a couple days, the ones on your side might take loner because of the size but other than that your fine. These pain killers will do the trick if the pain in your side is bothering you as much as I think it is." He sent me a knowing smile, as he tossed me a bottle.
I caught it easily with my left hand, and nodded to him in thanks. As he stepped out with Eric, I pulled his hoodie to cover my body, opting to wait for Eric to come back and tell me where his bathroom was. I didn't want to go through the pain of putting the damn thing on only to take it off again when I showered in, hopefully, a couple of minutes.
As I waited I examined his apartment some more, noticing that it was plainly decorated, if I could even say that. There was nothing personal in here, other that the files scattered on the coffee table, and his tablet on the edge of it. I heard Eric come back, and when I looked at him I could tell he was ready to start this discussion all over again and I just couldn't handle that.
I raised my hand, palm out, my eyes focused on his to show that I was being serious. "Can we just not?" I croaked, cursing myself for that. I needed to come off strong, so he wouldn't see any more weakness in me.
"I watched the feeds while you were asleep." He said calmly, ignoring what I just said. "And you could have walked away." I knew what he was talking about and I couldn't help the flare of anger that welled up inside of me.
"No I couldn't have and you know it, they started it and like hell was I gonna just stand there and wait for them to make the first move." I snapped, my eyes flashing up to glare at him.
"You could have let it go and walked away. If they knew any better, they would have let you go. The hallway you three were in is a highly monitored one. Someone would have seen if something happened."
"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled, shooting up to my feet, letting the hoodie drop to the floor, uncaring that I was half naked in front of him. "Peter and Drew are vicious. They'd do anything to be at the top. But I challenged that." I snapped, running a hand through my hair, wincing when my wounded side protested, but it didn't stop me from continuing. "Peter is ranked second, and I humiliated him. Me! A barely five-foot girl ranked below him, and he wasn't going to let that slide. Drew, I handed him his ass today in class." I growled, taking a second to notice that his eyes had gotten darker after having scanned my body. I ignored the tingling sensation in my tummy, and continued on with my rant. "I didn't just beat him, I knocked him out cold. No man would handle that type of blow to his ego."
"Max is still thinking you provoked them when you shoved them." My mouth fell open. "I don't like it either but that's how they're ruling it. Drew will be punished, Peter however will not because he wasn't caught red handed. Even with the tapes we only got the bits when they were chasing you. We don't even see where or how you hit your head."
"Great that's just great." I threw my hands in the air, letting out a hiss when I jostled my side. "I get attacked in a compound filled with cameras literally everywhere, but when I need them they don't catch those mother fuckers?!" I snarled. "Now I have to go back out there tonight and pray Peter doesn't try to finish this while I sleep." I ran my left hand through my hair.
"You'll be staying with me until the end of initiation." My head snapped up to look at him incredulously. He had spoken so calmly it threw me off.
"I can't live with you. I'd look like a coward if I stay here." Even though I really didn't want to go back. Because as much as I hated to admit it, I had been scared the entire time I was running for them. Hell I was still scared. And I didn't like the feeling.
"You really care about how you'd look to the others instead of your own goddamn life?" He snapped, losing his cool. He looked pissed off, which was ironic considering what he put Christina through because he had deemed her a coward for conceding in a fight.
I let out a bark of laughter, holding my side to ease the pain. "Are you kidding me? You the tough guy that preaches about how Dauntless aren't cowards, is lecturing me about this right now?"
"That's different, Lo!" He snapped, the veins in his neck more prominent than ever.
"Please, enlighten me as to how." I leaned back onto my right leg, arms crossed over my chest. I couldn't help but smirk when his eyes dipped down to my cleavage for the slightest second before looking back up at me. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing a couple times before he snapped it shut, lips pressed together as he glared at me. I raised an eyebrow at him, tapping my foot to silently tell him I was waiting.
"Because… you'd be risking your life over something as stupid as not wanting to live with me until after initiation."
"You think I'm being difficult because I don't want to live with you?" I laughed, taking a step closer to him, enjoying the way his eyelids lowered, and his eyes darkened. When he nodded, I smiled wickedly at him, continuing towards him until I was centimeters away from him. "I'm not the one fighting the attraction, babe." I murmured softly, looking up at him from under my eyelashes. He swallowed roughly, his hands twitching at his sides until he clenched them tightly. I smiled, stepping away from him. "But it's okay. You've made it more than clear that it's never going to happen."
"God damn you, Lo." He snarled, before I felt his hand on my arm, pulling me towards him roughly, but at the same time mindful of my injuries. My eyes snapped up to look at him in surprise, but before I could even say anything his lips were on mine. I gasped, pulling back slightly but he chased me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Once over the surprise, I let out a low moan kissing him back, running my hands over his shoulders to his neck where I held on tightly in case he decided to end this kiss. His own hands roamed over my back in a light caress, one staying there to press me against him and the other gliding up to the back of my neck to hold me still as he ravished my mouth.
He was pressed so tightly that I felt his arousal as he rocked into me and I just about lost it. I reached up to the neck of his shirt and ripped the material until I could pull it off him. That just seemed to turn him on even more because he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around my thighs and picking me up. "God damn you, Lo." He repeated, his voice low and raspy, as he looked up at me.
I laughed, lowering my head down to kiss down his neck, biting, licking and sucking until his hands tightening their grip on my legs. "I'm sorry." I murmured lowly. "Am I making this difficult for you."
"Yes you are." He ground out before lowering me down onto the floor. "You're an initiate and I am an instructor, this is against the rules."
"Yet you don't mind ignoring them." I retorted, not really paying attention to what he was saying since I was too busy checking out his shirtless body. Jesus this man was ripped. Perfect six pack, large biceps, but not overly large. I let out a moan when I saw the muscles in his forearms, is veins pronounced in that deliciously attractive way.
Eric let out a pain filled moan, his mouth attaching to my neck. I gasped, my hands holding his head to me as I arched into him. His hands ran up my sides, making me shiver. My felt my eyes slip shut, feeling him guide us back to the couch.
"Ow!" I yelped, my eyes opening when I felt his hands tighten on injured my side.
"Shit, sorry." He murmured against my neck, moving his hand up and down on softly to sooth the pain.
"I'm fine." I grumbled, annoyed that I just ruined the mood. It was hard enough to get Eric alone to get him to lose his walls, and the moment I did boom my injuries ruin it. But before I could continue to curse Peter and Drew any further, someone started pounding on his door. Neither of us jumped, simply turned to look at the door mildly surprised.
"What now?" He grumbled, picking up the hoodie and helping me into it before going to answer the door. He threw it open, and almost got punched in the face by Zeke. "What?!"
"It's one of the initiates. Edward, he's been stabbed in the eye." I felt my jaw drop in surprise. Edward? He was a nice guy, ranked first and according to the talk from the dauntless leaders, had a lot of potential;.
"Do they know who did it?" I asked pushing past Eric, to look at Zeke. He looked down at me for a second, doing a double take to focus on the bruise on my face. "Yes I know I look beautiful with this shade of purple coloring my face, now answer me."
"No, but I heard the stiff say something about Peter." Of fucking course. With Edward out of the way, he was first now. I looked back at Eric but he had a straight face, not giving away what he was thinking.
"We can't know that for sure until after Edward is treated. There are no cameras inside the dorm, so only he can tell us who did it."
"Of course, that fucking dick head is never going to get caught doing anything at this rate." I snapped, stalking past Zeke to head out to check up on my friends. I ignored Eric's annoyed voice calling after me and instead rushed through the halls towards the dorms.
When I reached out hall, I saw that the lights were on and Four was outside talking to some other dauntless member. When he caught sight of me he stopped in the middle of whatever he was saying and headed towards me with a determined look. "Four I heard what happened, is Edward going to be okay? Are my friends okay?" I rushed out in one breath, honestly concerned. Edward wouldn't be able to continue initiation anymore, but at least he would have his girlfriend Myra. Everyone knew she wouldn't make it; she was literally ranked last.
"Edward was taken to Erudite and your friends are fine." He said curtly once he was a few inches of space between us. I stumbled back, taken aback by his attitude change.
"Is everything okay?" I asked slowly, not knowing why the hell he was acting so cold towards me all of a sudden. We were never best friends but we got along fine.
He stared back at me, his eyes scanning my face for a second before he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. I raised an eyebrow when I caught sight of the watch, but it fell once I focused on the shiny, high-tech screen. My hand dropped to my front pocket where I had placed it early, but all I felt was the ripped material of what was left over of my pocket. I shut my eyes tightly, racking my tired brain for a way of out this but I kept coming up blank. After I had arrived at dauntless and realized that the watches weren't like the sleek one I had, I decided to hide it in fear of it catching someone's attention.
"I can explain." My voice came out scratchy, my eyes opening to meet his brown ones.
"You can start with telling me what the message says." He said holding the watch out for me. Nodding my head, I numbly reached out to take the watch, but he held on tight. "And don't think just because I'm giving it back means you can pull one over me." He said lowly, and for a second I realized my mistake. Four wasn't as harmless as I thought he was. He could be just as deadly as Eric, and I should have realized that when I learned of his number one rank.
"I promise you I am not the enemy." I whispered, my eyes darting to the dorms where I could hear people bustling around. Looking back at him, I held my breath as I waited for him to let go. It took a while, but he did, slowly. I let out the breath I was holding and tapped the screen to open the message.
'Four can be trusted. He knows something's up with Erudite and Dauntless. Bring him to CTF.'
My mouth parted open in surprise, checking the message again just in case I misunderstood. When it stayed the same, I looked up at Four with an anxious expression. "I can explain, really, but we need to do this in private, or else we could both die." I whispered furiously, already hearing Eric's voice echoing through the halls, no doubt looking for me to drag me back to his apartment. "No one can know." I hissed, looking back nervously not wanting Eric to question what I was doing with Four. He stared at me, as if trying to see whether he should trust me or not, while I kept glancing back as the sound of Eric's voice got louder. I turned back to look at Four, my gaze desperate. "I know you know Erudite is up to something, and I can help you prove it. Shit I can help you stop it before it's too late."
Faster than I could blink, he had me by the arm, dragging me with him past the dorms, to another hallway that held a stairway. He continued to drag me up it, and various other hallways before we reached the residential area. We were a hall away from where Eric's apartment was, when he stopped at a large black door. Pulling out a keycard from his pocket, much like the one Eric had, he swiped it harshly before he threw the door open and pushed me in.
Stumbling in, I couldn't help but scowl at him before walking further in. The first thing I saw were the words, 'Fear God Alone' painted on a black wall. Below it, the rest of the wall was covered by a sheet, and that peeked my curiosity. I moved towards it, reaching to pull the sheet back and I couldn't help but gasp at what I saw.
My hand was snatched back, letting the white sheet fall back, but I had already gotten the gist of what was behind it. I turned back to Four who was glaring harshly at me but the tears in my eyes startled him. "How many has she killed?" I whispered brokenly. I had known that Jeanine had started hunting them down, and had most likely killed some, but I hadn't ever imagined that there would have been that many. There had to be a dozen names and pictures on that wall.
"More than I'd like to admit." He finally said, glancing back at the sheet covered wall.
"You're "divergent"." I questioned with air quotes before wiping the tears from my eyes as I examined him. He tensed, jaw clenching.
"Why'd you say it like that?" He asked rather than answer me. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead not knowing how to deal with this.
"Because there is no such thing as Divergence." I finally answered, wincing because that just made it more complicated to explain.
"Excuse me?" He gave me the 'WTF' face and I raised my hands to stop him for a minute.
"Listen, it's tough to explain, and my brother is much better at explaining all of this than me. But for him to come here I need to send a message." I raised the watch that was still in my hand.
"No." He snapped, reaching out to snatch the watch form me, but I jumped out of the way.
"Listen to me!" I yelled, forcing him to pause. "I get it you don't trust me, but you have to. It's going to sound crazy but everything I tell you is true." I took a deep breath, before meeting his eyes. "I'm from outside the wall."
"What?" He straightened, eyes wide.
"You heard me. I'm from outside the wall, where there is a compound where other people have set up camp for the Bureau of Genetic Warfare. My real name is Willow Rawlins, and my brother's real name is Forrest Rawlins. Please let me contact him so we can explain this to you."
"If you double cross me…" He growled, eyes narrowed.
"You have permission to kill me." I said seriously, silencing him. He nodded, and I wasted no time in sending an SOS to Michael, telling him to send Forrest immediately to Four's apartment. Once I was done I handed the watch back to Four, not wanting to give him any more reason to doubt me.
He took it, flipping it over and over to examine it closely. He looked almost in awe of it. "What kind of technology is this?"
"Oh I wouldn't really be able to tell you much about it other than it's the latest technological development by the top scientist in the Bureau. Forrest knows more about that I do, I worked mostly in weaponry and combat, despite what my father wanted." Before he could respond, Four jumped, looking down at the watch curiously, before handing it to me. I read it quickly before handing it back. "Forrest should be here soon."
"How can you read that so easily?" He asked his curiosity overriding his current distrust of me.
I snorted, taking a seat on his couch. "It took years for me to master Morris Code." His eyes widened in recognition. "I see you've heard about it." I smiled, patting the space next to me.
"I've read about it but I've never found a book so that I could learn it."
"Forrest forced me to learn it so we could message back and forth without our father knowing what we were talking it about. It came in handy when planning for us to come here."
"Why did you come here? Hell how did you even pull it off?"
"Abnegation serum, it erases people's memories and one of my dear friends used it to erase certain memories and implant new ones into the right people." I shrugged as if it were no big deal. "And before you go lecturing me about it, it was done to protect your city."
"From Erudite?"
"Yes, we learned that Jeanine was hunting the "divergents" and no one at the Bureau was going to put a stop to it, so we decided to step in." I frowned knowing that I was probably confusing him but I really wasn't the person to explain it. I'd probably confuse him so much, everything would seem like a lie and he wouldn't believe me. "It probably doesn't make sense, but I promise it will once Forrest gets here."
"Why can't you explain it?" I opened my mouth to answer him only to hear a noise out in the balcony. We both sprung up, ready to fight. I relaxed when the setting sun shun over the familiar features.
"She isn't authorized to explain anything because she sucks at trying telling a story." Forrest drawled after her swung the balcony door open.
"Forrest." I breathed throwing myself into his arms, completely forgetting that I was injured. "Ow!" I moaned, pulling away to hold onto my side.
"What the hell happened to you?!" My twin brother snarled, his head snapping up to glare at Four, somehow coming to the conclusion that he had done this.
"I had a mild disagreement with some fellow initiates, nothing I couldn't handle." I waved him off. "Can we please just focus on catching Four up on everything before you go bat shit crazy?" I pleaded as I stumbled over to the couch.
Four and Forrest were completely ignoring me as the two were too busy sizing each other up. Both were the same height of over 6 feet tall and lean muscles. Finally, they both introduced themselves and took a seat, albeit somewhat tensely.
"There's really no easing into this discussion." Forrest sighed, running his hand through his curly hair. "So I'm just going to jump right into it, if you get confused along the way, stop me and ask questions. We'll answer them to the best of our ability."
At Four's nod, Forrest began telling him the basic. "We come from a compound outside the wall, a few miles out north, where scientists and other people have set up camp to run the Bureau of Genetic Warfare. They are the ones who are technically responsible for the war that wiped out most of the world population to begin with. The scientist that ran the Bureau all those years ago, decided to play God, altering and creating 'pure' genes. They did it in order to get rid of the bad genes; the ones that thought were responsible for characteristics such as greed, malice, hatred, etc." He sighed heavily, leaning back into the couch, throwing an arm across my shoulders. "But it went wrong, people who couldn't afford to get rid of their 'bad' genes tried to overthrow the ones who could pure. It was basically a battle between the rich and the poor and it led to a nuclear war that destroyed the world. Few people remained after that, including a few scientists from the Bureau who had been sent to bunkers for their protection."
I took over from here. "They started experimental cities to recover the peace, to produce a new generation with naturally pure genes, instead of genetically altering genes to make them pure." I gestured around his apartment. "This city, is one of the only successful ones, the factions creating some sort of organized peace."
"So we're some kind of experiment, being manipulated by you?" he sounded angry and I honestly couldn't blame him. My father was manipulating them all, not caring about any of them, except the ones that were 100% "divergent".
"No, there is no such thing as Genetic purity." I said seriously.
"The experiment that first started this Genetic purity bullshit, did in fact alter genes. But not in the way he thought; he enhanced certain genes that are responsible for certain characteristics. The same values each of your factions believe in." Forrest spoke as if he was reciting from memory, and it was slightly unnerving. Looking over at Four, I could see that he was confused.
"You lost me."
"When he enhanced these genes, he managed to balance out characteristics within a person. Meaning that the person had an almost perfect aptitude to all five factions."
"But you just said that Genetic Purity didn't exist." Four's eyebrows furrowed even further.
"Because it doesn't. The experiment wasn't perfect. The person didn't have a perfect aptitude as it was first stated when the experiment started. The scientist didn't tell the public that 67.6% of the person's aptitude was strongest for three factions. The last percentage was divided evenly between the last two."
"Just like a divergent." Four murmured.
"Exactly, but the experiment didn't work on everyone. Some people just couldn't adapt to certain characteristics and if they did the percentage was so low it couldn't really count into their personality. Hence why the aptitude test that you all take when you are 16 does not really work to detect divergence unless they show a high aptitude for more than two factions. They usually add up to 60% or higher."
"Then why lie?"
"Because everything our father has preached about pure and damaged genes is pure bullshit. It's just some crap that the Bureau created for the rich and powerful, another thing for them to believe that they were better and more superior to those below them." I laughed bitterly. "What he really wants is the Bureau to control the rest of what remains of the world. He wants to create this false sense of Genetic purity so that he can continue with these experiments to make everyone pure so that they bow down to them."
"So you came here to help us how?" Four asked, looking up at me.
"By destroying the program our father uses to control you. He has full control of the cameras and your computer systems. If he wants to shut you down he will. If he wants to kill you all he will. And if we destroy the program he can no longer get to you guys."
"What if he comes with his army to get back control?" Four countered.
"He'd be outnumbered." Forrest answered easily. "The people he works with, those that are considered pure, are only a handful of people compared to how many "damaged". He wouldn't have an army to come for you."
"And once we take over the Bureau, then we won't bother you again. We'll leave you to live peacefully as you have for so long. We'll even reveal that Divergents are not a threat, or if you wish we can remake the program so that divergence is not detected and the aptitude results will be the faction with the highest percentage." I offered with a smile.
"We can talk about that later, after we deal with Jeanine's plan. If we can't stop her than we can't stop our father." Forrest said it in a way that left no room for argument, and since Four seemed to be overwhelmed with the new information, he hooked on to something much simpler.
"What do you know about what she's planning?" He asked eagerly.
"Yes, Jeanine has trusted Caleb with developing a serum to control the divergents. Meanwhile, she trusted me to oversee the program and serum that she created to control all of Dauntless. She plans on using them as her own army to attack abnegation in order to retrieve a video that was left by the founders of the city, the people who volunteered to willingly participate in the experiment. She believes it is a video that will prove that the Divergents are dangerous and how to control them, but it's the complete opposite." Forrest said.
"That's what they've been bringing into the compound." Four said as if it all made sense. "I've been watching them for weeks preparing for something."
"How are we going to get rid of the serum? And how the hell are we supposed to fight the dauntless that are loyal to her? She no doubt has brainwashed the dauntless leaders with false promises of power and who knows what else."
"Max is in on it because she promised to make Dauntless her second in command as they take control of the rest of the city. Eric on the other hand she's had brainwashed since he was a child. He was supposed to succeed her, but his aptitude came back with results of Dauntless, but Michael has rerun his test and it shows. That he has a 54% aptitude for Dauntless, 15% Erudite, 14% Candor and the remaining 17% is divided between Amity and Abnegation." Forrest stared directly at me as he said this.
"Why are you telling me this?" I snapped, already having a feeling as to why.
"You know why, Lo." He sighed, pulling me close to plant a kiss on my forehead. "And I don't like it. But we have more important matters to deal with. I was going to tell you during capture the flag but I guess now's as good as ever."
"You have a plan?" Four asked.
"Yes, I can't access the dauntless computer system." I watched as my brother pulled out something from his pocket. "I need you to search for this program somewhere behind the firewalls. If you do don't try anything or it might set off the alarms. Send all the information you get from it through the secure messaging system Michael set up for us. All the info is in there." He handed the folded papers to Four who nodded in understanding. "Jack, Michael and I are planning on destroying the serums they have somewhere towards the middle of the second part of initiation. I will have a batch of harmless serums that will pose as the 'back up' serums that will replace the batch lost."
"How are you going to pull that off?" I questioned.
"We're going to attack Dauntless and make it look like an attack from Factionless." He threw me a nonchalant smile that had me questioning my twin brothers mentality. But I knew that if there were any other way they would have found it by now.
"You know you don't have to go blowing up everything when things started getting difficult."
"Says the girl that blew up our kitchen."
"The fucking chicken parm wasn't cooperating with me!" I snapped throwing myself at Forrest to punch the shit out of him.