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A hand yanks me roughly up from where I am standing mutely, paralysed with shock. Just a second ago, I was accepting my own death. And now I am alive, but swaying in a cloud of smoke and sound.

I follow along with the persistent arm, stumbling a few steps though I cannot see anything further than a foot in front of my nose.

"You're the Beatrice girl, yeah?" The owner of the hand that pulls me along asks.

I nod, coughing. It's a tall Dauntless boy, and I notice that he holds a gun in his free hand.

"I'm Zeke. Come on. We gotta get you outta here." He continues to pull my arm, before I cry out as the bullet wound in my legs throbs.

He looks back, seeing the wound. Taking off his jacket, he ties it around my leg. "Okay. That's an obstacle. But you can lean on me, alright?"

"...wait." I croak. "My parents."

Zeke stops suddenly, giving me a confused look. "Your parents?"

My heart constricts. His tone warns of nothing good. I am clutching tightly to the hope that my parents are safe. But I need to find them in this chaos. I will.

"I...I don't think..."

I don't let him finish. I tear of out his grip and plunge back into the smoke. Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?

I almost trip over something on the ground. It's a guard, crimson blood soaking through his jacket.

I put my hand over my mouth, half to block out the smoke and half to stop myself whimpering in horror. If he is dead... If he is dead... Then so could my parents.

I continue stumbling along, ignoring Zeke's yells. I hope he can't locate my by my coughing fits, which catch me very few seconds.

I could have sworn the room was a lot smaller than it seemed, and just as I am about to dismiss the fact that they could still be here, and realise that they probably already escaped, I see them.

Slumped in their chairs, eyes closed. Blood drips from them to plink on the floor.

No. No. No no no no no.

I walk slowly to them, picking my way through the wreckage and rubble. Their faces are slack and peaceful, and they are holding hands.

My hands are shaking as I check their pulse, on the jugular vein just as I was taught in school.

I feel the tear running down my cheek before I fully process what is happening.

Their hearts are as dead and cold as the bullets that stopped them.

I feel my whole body shaking, my knees weak. I back away, almost slipping on the blood.

No. No no no.

Zeke leaps out of the smoke, grabbing ahold of my arm again. "We need to get of here! Run!"

I stumble along floppily to his yanks, I don't think he saw them in the smoke. I don't think he realized. I saw them though. I saw them. And they aren't coming back.

"What are you doing? Come on!" Zeke's panicked tone finally injects some adrenaline into my blood and I start to run. I force my mind to focus in the thudding of the my footsteps, left right left right. Everything else I push away.

My legs screeches out in pain- in all the confusion, and... Well, I forgot about the gunshot wound. I tug on Zeke's arm and he slows down, supporting me so I don't have to put weight on it.

"Where are we going?" I pant.

"The tracks. We'll catch a train to Amity headquarters. It's safe there."

"What were you doing in the Erudite compound? Who are you? How did you find me?"

"I'm a friend of Tobias." Zeke replies. "Taught him all he knows about combat, though I dare say he probably knows it better than I do. Someone saw you both being hauled away by the Erudite. We organized a rescue team, snuck through the compound, found you, and here you are."

I can see the tracks up ahead, and a train off in the distance. "So where's Tobias? And where are the rest of you?" I ask, ignoring the solid lump in my chest that can't seem to go away no matter what I'm thinking about.

"Lynn went to get him. They should be at the tracks or on their way. And there are a few more of us- there's Lauren and Uriah too. Uriah's the one who orchestrated that orchestrated that explosion, got it off some soldier, and Lauren helped get Tobias. They should be at the tracks too."

I nod and focus up ahead, where I can see a few silhouettes. They wave and shout at us, and Zeke quickens his pace. "I suppose you've never jumped on the train before," he says. "You have to run alongside it for a bit, then jump in and grab the handles. Look, it's almost here."

I limp faster, concentrating on the pain to block out all other thoughts. We need to catch up with the others, who are already getting ready to board. I watch them all jump up effortlessly, and then Zeke shouts above the clatter of the train, "When I signal. Ready?"

I nod. Though I most definitely am not.

"Now!" Zeke leaps into the carriage, swinging on the bars to pull himself in.

I take a deep breath, and jump.

My knees scrape on the side of the train, and I only just manage to grasp the handle. I clench all the muscle in my body and fight the wind to pull myself into the train.

Once inside, I collapse on the floor with a groan of agony. My leg ripples with fire and I press a hand against it, trying to slow the blood that is starting to flow again from the wound.

"Tris!" I glance up. Tobias stands above me, an expression of something close to relief on his face.

I try a weak smile as he sits down beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder. He takes off his own jacket and secures it over Zeke's, which is already soaked.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

I take a deep breath, feeling it shudder in my chest. "Yeah."

"Don't lie. I know when you're lying."

I close my eyes for a second. "Please. Not now."

He stares at me while I stare at the floor, before he finally nods. "Later."

I know I should really tell him, tell him everything now. But there is something inside me that curls up into a vulnerable ball when I think about the events of the last few hours. I know I should be crying, should be feeling something, but I'm not. I can't.

I feel nothing.

And that is worse than feeling anything at all.

A/N

:(

In sorry it had to happen guys. Dying is a huge part of Divergent's story. And everybody knows that everybody dies. (And nobody knows it like the Doctor... Sorry guys, I warned you about my newfound Doctor Who obsession)

Anyway, that school fic will definitely not be happening anymore I'm afraid. It sucked. I may do something else for Divergent, though. Need to think of some ideas. Because this fic is ending. Soon. Like, next chapter soon. So, please leave a review to tell me what you thought of this story. Those who do, along with my loyal followers and favouriters, will get a special mention for being so awesome and supportive!

I may do some Divergent one-shots, which I already have quite a few of (check out my profile, it's extremely Divergent-y)

So, goodbye. For now. Until the next chapter. :)

-ra102

P.S

Fezzes are cool.