Chapter 13
"Come on, princess, we don't have all day," Amar chants over his shoulder.
I bite my tongue to avoid snapping back at him but follow his lead. It's only six in the morning and I can already tell this is going to be a long day. Holding my tablet securely to my chest we walk through the transfer sleeping quarters. I look down at my tablet looking for any missed emails while Amar woke the initiates in his usual manner; steel pipe to the railings. His injured arm doesn't seem to slow him down.
Glad I don't have to deal with this anymore.
The teenagers sprung out of their beds looking disoriented, but who wouldn't? I sure did when he was my trainer; I look over to the mad man who stood before them. A deadly smirk plastered on his face, the same one he gave when I was sixteen.
"Wake up initiates, be ready in ten minutes," he yelled before looking back at me, "go to the room and turn on the equipment, Four will go first."
I look up from the tablet confused.
"Who is Four," I ask.
His smirk widens as he full turns towards me.
"It's the Stiff. He has four fears," I look over at the dark hair teenager in wonder.
He was sitting on his cot lacing up his boots. That has to be a record, average person has ten to twelve fears.
"Jealous," he nudges me in the arm in a playful manner.
"Hardly," I scoffed before walking away towards the fear simulation rooms.
There was no way I would be remotes close to being jealous, talents like that would only draw more attention to myself. I couldn't lie through I'm astounded that he beat my record of seven. Amar seems amazed by the Abnegation transfer and it takes a lot to impress the giant.
Maybe he is divergent?
There is no proof to support my theory but the fear simulation will reveal the truth. It's protocol to report anyone who might show signs that they're divergent and I am no exception to the rules.
I look over my shoulder to see my trainer talking closely to Four; the teenage seems to have bonded with Amar.
If he is divergent does Amar know?
Don't jump to conclusions, Victory.
I shake my head as I continued to walk towards the simulation room.
This day is going to be exhausting, there's no reason to add unnecessary stress. Only time will tell if Four is really Divergent.
Nothing is what it seems. Someone told me that a while ago and I kept that advice where ever I go. A soft breeze caresses my face causing my eyes to spring open. The air smells clean and the blue sky is without any clouds. Not something I am used to living in the city. Standing in an open field in the middle of nowhere spikes my suspicions.
How did I get here?
Where is Chicago?
Looking around I see no signs of the fence that protects the city. No signs of other civilizations to be seen for miles. The scene around me is very familiar but I can't seem to remember it for the life of me. Even the clothes I'm wearing is a mystery, off white sleeveless flowing dress that barely covers my toes. My bare feet touched the soft straw like grass. Even my toes aren't painted in their usual scarlet red.
I don't think we are in Chicago anymore, Toto.
Even the Amity compound isn't this peaceful, I can get used to being here. A soft smile creeps on my face as I walk through the field; my hands lightly graze the tall grass that surrounds me. I felt peace and tranquility something I haven't felt in a long time. No job to worry about, no responsibilities, no drama, everything is out of mind.
Victoria.
The deep but soft voice stops me cold. Goosebumps covers my skin as I turn to find a face to the comforting voice. Even to this day I recognize it. My throat goes dry as I run towards it, my dress flowing behind me.
"Victoria."
Dad.
"Victoria."
His voice is in a different direction, I stop to go follow it.
"Victoria."
Wait, it moved.
"Victoria."
It's louder than before.
"Victoria. Victoria. Victoria. Victoria. Victoria."
It's much louder and my head throbs in pain as it gets louder each time as he calls me. Tears sting my eyes as I hold my hands over my ears to muffle the voice.
"Victoria."
"Victoria."
"Victoria."
The loud echoing voice stops but I leave my hands over my ears.
"Victory."
The voice is closer almost like...
I peak my eyes open only to see a man standing a few feet away from me. His spectacles sit on his face just like I remember them. His brown eyes puncture my soul. He hasn't aged a day since the last time I saw him.
"Dad."
He smiles at me as I whisper his name. Tears run down my face as I stare into his. He is real. He's alive. My dad is alive. Even his clothes are the same since I last saw him, white collar shirt with a navy blue tie and black slacks. His lab coat with three pens in the front pocket brings it all together. My ten year old self remembers hugging him around the waist before he left to work that day. Mom already left for work earlier since she had to perform surgery earlier that morning.
"I will be back soon, Victoria," he pats my head.
I peak my head up to see his face, his smile has always been contagious.
"See you later, Dad," I smile back.
I reluctantly let go off him as he left through the front door only to never see him again. I sat on the couch for hours where he normally was when I got home from school only to see mom walk through at nine to tell me the news that he is missing. It wasn't till I turned sixteen when mother presume him dead. My perfectly poised mother never shed a tear for her husband and my father. Maybe that is why I resent her so much.
"Victory."
Breaking out of my memories I look at my dad again. I can feel my heart leaping for joy. My dad is here with me after all these years. Before I can step towards him a giant wall of fire separates us. I rush to step back to avoid the hot flames.
"Dad. Dad!"
I try to yell over the roar of the fire but I can't see him through it. No, I lost him before, I can't lose him again! Taking steps back I run to jump through the flames. It is quite dangerous and stupid but I am determined to not be separated from my father anymore. Perhaps Dauntless is growing on me. And that is what I need to be, to be fearless! As fast as I can I race to jump through the flames. I expected for the fire to burn my skin and dress, I expected for first or second degree burns but it never happened. It's as if...
"This isn't real."
My hands shake as I look for my father; he stands before me as he starts to disappear in thin air. Like he did eight years ago.
"Dad!"
I reach to grab him but he slips through my hands like a ghost. This isn't real. Everything is a lie. My vision starts to fade around me as my body turns weak. Painful tears run down my face as my father fades into oblivion. I fall to my knees as everything else around me disappears leaving a blinding white light.
This isn't real.
Everything is a lie.
What else is a lie?
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