Two and Four makes Six Chapter 7, a divergent trilogy fanfic

Hello all! Nice to know some of you are back for another chapter! It's always appreciated. So, I'm going to skip over the training weeks because a lot of them are going to go the same way with some key events etc like capture the flag! That basically runs the same as the film (because stim bullets are fun) but of course two is way more badass about the ass kicking. so if you're here you obviously know how initiation works so I don't exactly need to cover that and we can get into the juicy stuff faster. In theory. If it's shit then I'm sorry.

Again, on a later than planned update but this time my acne flared up again, for context I have cystic acne that's currently so bad there's more than 20 cysts on my face and they can burst at times or sometimes I pick them (bad I know, don't do it) so I'm dealing with 6 burst cysts, they don't go away either so if I catch the scab the next day bucket loads of puss oozes from it again this goes on for at least a week before it packs in and starts to heal, or heal then proceed to get worse again or a new cyst forms nearby, it's always great when you've got a burst one and a brand new painful itchy one forms next to it. Point is myself esteem is pretty bad right now because of it so I'm having fun times. If you also have cystic acne, my condolences because its fucking shit. 4 years of this I've had to deal with and the doctor is an asshole so I have to demand a referral to dermatology on Friday. Sorry about this personal rant.

God this author's note just keeps getting longer and longer the more shit happens and the more I get writers block. Basically uni is now a thing (yay) and I'm a bit stressed about work for reasons but her never mind, it's all good.

If you yourself are affected by suicide which was hinted at in the last chapter please go and get help from a professional, whatever it is, it's not worth your life. I've been there and I promise you it gets better.

Into the chapter!

Chapter 7 – bits and bobs

Dinner that night passed with yet another night of laughing and joking at the dinner table with Danny and my adoptive group, most nights these last few weeks have gone like that and I feel like almost all of the weight from abnegation has been lifted from my shoulders.

Training was eventful to say the least. Gun training was beautiful, I disassembled the gun, reassembled it and fired a smiley face perfectly into the target in quick succession…with all of the guns, I'm even working on snipers now! Capture the flag was amazing, we beat the hell out of Eric of course – to my later detriment – by climbing the Ferris wheel with four which was kind of awkward being so close to him after the hug in the sim room which hasn't been repeated since mind you. But the morning after in knife throwing I may or may not have had some knives thrown at me, while I can throw them in a tight square of 9, Al was not so lucky, I kind of called Eric out on his bullying and got a cut ear and maybe some minus points but some respect from Four – he's almost as good as me with knives! - for standing completely still and looking almost bored, I have after all been stabbed in the chest so… anyway! We're now at the point the other transfers will be switching to sims so I'll be switching to the fear landscapes tomorrow and four is pretty damn sure I have a single fear, losing my family. That sim hasn't gotten much easier to handle, since it evolved I haven't been able to deal with it very well. Four just lets me up and leave.

When I disappear, I go straight to the tattoo parlour to design more tattoos and practice with the gun. Tori finished all of my tattoos in the first week working almost exclusively on my little project. I now have my nape looking like broken buttons where its pierced, my upper arms are all touched up and extended in the same broken machine style with wires sticking out everywhere and it looks absolutely stunning, my legs are done too with all the scars hidden on the back of my legs with my shins and calves looking the most whole of the machine with the metal haphazardly patched up and riveted together with wires still sticking out. My ribcage on the left side looks the most human with metal ribs sticking out from the torn metal shell and the wires knocking about in the blackness of the empty space inside the shell. My lower arms are bare in case I want to do something with them later but all in all I'm proud as hell of all my tattoos and how I look now, tastefully dauntless with everything fitting into the aesthetic I designed for myself so I moved on to my clothes which are either form fitting leggings and a tank top or shorts and a tank top I'm eternally wearing combat boots either plain black or with skulls situated on roses going up the outside of the boots with black fishnets if I'm in shorts. When it gets cold I grab a hoodie or a sweater but all in all I like a gothic/punk sort of style and its really working with my aesthetic. I had my hair cut short and had it dyed black with red streaks in it to match. Tori looks like an immensely proud mother and to be quite honest that's what she's become for me in the last few weeks. She's honestly the most amazing person and I really want to speak to her properly, even if we can practically have a telepathic conversation now.

I'm at the stage with the tattoo gun now that Tori is going to let me start working on clients, especially after my designs have been on display out front for the last week and people have been asking when they can get them – tori and bud refused to do them – so there's a lot of excitement, she wants to give me some late shifts so it doesn't clash with training and because I'm an insomniac so wouldn't stress me out too much.

Today is my last day of sims and I get my first official late shift at the parlour so after my usual morning workout of several hours I trudge to breakfast to grab a muffin to eat on the way to the sim room. Once there I plop myself in the chair after discarding my muffin wrapper in the bin in the corner and wait for four to inject my neck with the serum I'm starting to borderline reject. I've had a couple of fainting episodes and throwing up after the sim abruptly stops. After the second episode yesterday Four decided we should do one more sim before moving me on to the fear landscapes so as to avoid too many more of these episodes but he seemed incredibly baffled by the whole thing, I haven't offered him any explanation as to why that happens but I will once he's seen what I know he's going to see, if not in this sim, he'll see it in the fear landscape.

I close my eyes just as four gets up from the chair and brushes my short hair from my face. I feel the prick of the needle and the words "be brave" before I'm plunged into the sim.

This feels different. Where is the dark room I've grown accustomed to? it's so bright. I go to move but there's a beaten up brown leather cuff on my wrist, when I look, I see its padlocked and I go to pull my other wrist and my legs but they're all cuffed too. Shit. I knew this was going to happen. A deep sense of panic overwhelms me when it hits me that I'm in a twisted memory rather than a made-up sim.

"there there little dove, we've got some fun things to do with you today" the one person I've learned to fear the most says in a sickly-sweet voice. Just as he says this I hear a trolley being wheeled over to the side of the raised concrete block I'm cuffed to. fresh waves of panic roll over me as I know what's on that trolley. "Please! No! I'll do anything!" I cry out while yanking on the chains trying to get away. "hush little dove or I'll have to quieten you down myself." The leader says in the same sickly-sweet voice. "don't you just love it when their eyes turn from hazel to grey when they're scared. We've fucked them up so bad their eyes change colours." One of them says from my other side. The silent one takes one of the needles and forces it into my neck.

Everything starts to twist and fade into these horrid dark figures and something is screaming and clawing at me, is that me? Why does my chest ache so much? All I feel is blind terror but do I have to? get a hold of yourself. Who's screaming for it to stop? No. focus. I manage to get a hold of myself long enough to pull myself out of that horrific serum whatever it was but immediately notice that my clothes are missing but when I look it shows all of my tattoos and the curves I didn't have back at age 12. I only had them done recently to remind myself that while I'm broken, I still function, I survived and that's exactly what I'm going to do now.

Just as I get a handle on my breathing they drag in a bloodied Liam and throw him to the floor. I know what's going to happen next but that doesn't make it any easier to watch. All over again in my nightmares and in vivid details in this sim. a vial of what I now know to be dyed memory serum but what I believed to be at the time, death serum. They shove the needle into Liam's neck and I watch him blank before collapsing. Then the rape ensues. (yeah, you're not getting details on that one, consensual times you get the deets but they come later.) at this point I close my eyes and focus on my life now. the faces of Tori and Toby float in my vision, how they've changed me in the last few weeks. They made me into the person I wanted to become. Slowly my heart rate begins to slow as I forget everything happening around me and just breathe.

I come back round with a start and a terrified Tobias sat in the corner lost for words. "your eyes" he says with a look of horror, wait. My eyes? I dash over to the mirror in the corner and I am immediately excited by what I see, my eyes have changed again. I can mess with people now! I force my eyes to transition from grey to blue into green into yellow into red. I decide to leave them as red to match the streaks in my hair for now and turn back to Tobias who is now looking at me curiously instead of horrified. "you seem to be taking this sim pretty well compared to your other one" he says slightly shocked. "well when you live it as a nightmare enough you learn to shake off the terror pretty quickly in favour of not being so vulnerable." My hand immediately flies to my mouth. I spoke. How in the hell?

"it was you!" are the next few words that leave Toby's mouth and I kinda just stand there shyly scratching the back of my neck. "yeah we may or may not have a lot to talk about but probably not here." "right, yeah" he pauses for a second before continuing "did anyone tell you it's visiting day tomorrow?" "yeah they did, I wasn't going to make myself available though, granted you know why anyway" "yeah, about that. I was going to ask if you could teach me to fight better" I'm slightly taken aback by this considering he's one of dauntless' best. I smile slightly in response, I mean it wouldn't hurt, I might convince him to take me out of the compound for some fresh air. God, I miss the buildings but I don't know if he'd enjoy it, not everyone likes heights. "of course, just meet me in the training room early tomorrow morning and we'll get some training in and maybe you'll let me tattoo you later on in the day" I say with a sly smirk, I know damn well he doesn't have many tattoos and I'll be damned if I miss an opportunity to add one. He just laughs at me completely evading answering me. "anyway, I should get to the tattoo parlour if you wanna skip the work out and go straight to tattoos" I say playfully. He playfully slaps the back of my head and pushes me out of the door shutting it in my face. I stand there for a second and then laugh my ass off so hard on the way to the tattoo parlour.

When I get there I skip my way to the back room to put on some comfy clothes and to clean up ready for my first official shift at the tattoo parlour. I pull out everything I could need and begin setting up when tori walks in like the proud momma bear she is. "hey two, you ready for your first shift?" she says as she comes over to me and pulls me into a bear hug. "ready as I'll ever be. Thank you tori, you have no idea what it means to me that you're here for me". She hugs me tighter and after a moment I hear her sniff. "you crying?" i say with a playful smirk "YES! I never thought I'd hear you speak!" "well if it makes you feel any better my brother doesn't know yet" I say with a laugh which is joined by a tearful Tori. "right! To work!" I yell playfully.

After setting up I turn my attention to the speaker and mp3 player in the corner with a sticky note attached. 'thought you might like these for some background noise seeing as you won't be speaking all that much -Ems and Tori.' I pick up the mp3 player and hunt through all the songs and quickly find all the ones I love and some new ones I don't know so I quickly hook them all up and connect the speaker and sing and dance to the first song that comes up

I'm Mr. Doctor man questions his hands
Lost his mind, clinically fine
Found a way to cope needle in his throat
Falling down but the world is spinning round and round he know

Up down but the world keeps spinning round and round
I see this place ain't big enough for me
I want you to take me away way, way, way
Up down but the world keeps spinning round and round
I see this place ain't big enough for me
I want you to take me away way, way, way

What did you want to say?
Chemically it's running through my veins you see?
Romance of the plastic scenes
I can't see you breathe
They're coming after me
Honestly it's running through my veins you see
I don't need their surgeries
I just want to be
But they are coming after me

There is a little story I'd like to tell
About this little boy who came from hell
Sit right there and listen real good
I'll tell you all the ways his misunderstood
But I see you standing there with that wicked stare
Just stay for the show
Are you ready no are you ready to go

Chemically it's running through my veins you see?
Romance of the plastic scenes
I can't see you breathe
They're coming after me
Honestly it's running through my veins you see
I don't need their surgeries
I just want to be
But they are coming after me

I'm Mr. Doctor man who questions his hands
Lost his mind but is clinically fine
Found a way to cope needle in his throat
Falling down but the world is spinning round

I'm stuck in my boom boom room
People are dancing after their operation
I want you to move
But nobody's moving after their medications
I can't hear the room
People are dancing after their operation
I want you to move
But nobody's moving at all

Oh no
Oh oh no no
Oh no no no
Their coming after me
Oh no
After me
No no
Their coming after me

"huh, so she does speak. Im here for a tattoo"

"Hello Coulter. How nice of you to pop by, take a seat"

so the next chapter is gonna be spicy because I can. Have fun with the cliff hanger! *evil laugh*