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The next few days are the same. I go through that horrible simulation, cry my eyes out over Amar, then Max takes me to his place.
People have asked where I go after the simulations. I tell them that I find a random hallway and have some "me time."
Whenever I'm at Max's apartment, I read over any information he has laying on his couch and coffee table. Max still doesn't know that I have been reading this. I just wish I could discuss it with him, but I can't. Max thinks that I love him. Sure, I care for him as a friend, but the time I'm in his apartment, I use to look over what free information I can absorb.
Each day, more papers are added to the table. Each night, I read the them. I have taken in so much information, I feel as though my brain is going to explode!
Most days, when I read over what my Aunt wanted Max to do to Amar, I'm glad that Max has feelings for me. In the piles of paper that I have read, almost willingly, Max has taken out "Divergent threats". With Amar, he was different. He understood that I cared for Amar and because Max cares for me, he tried putting up a fight for Amar.
Auntie Jean, however, didn't understand why.
I'm beginning to wonder what Divergent threats would look like to Max and my Aunt. The people on the paper seem like red flags going up but I bet that if you met them in person that they would be kind people. Not Amity kind but kind as far as Dauntless standards go. Almost like Amar was. Afterall, me and Amar are Divergent.
As much as I shouldn't ask, I really want to know what a "Divergent threat" would look like, as far as on paper and in person.
From Max's view anyway.
I look over at the slumbering Max. He's been having bad dreams lately: twitching and fighting in his sleep. His dark brown face is pulled in, hard, as if he were scolding someone in his dream. I stand up from the couch, careful to place all of the papers where I found them. I walk over to him crouched next to the bed.
Running my hand over his scruffy beard, a smile comes across his sharp features in the night. I crawl into bed next to him.
How can it be that he may have been responsible for Amar's death and I don't hate him? I'm laying in the same bed as the man who killed Amar.
I release a long sigh. This is too much to handle. According to all of the papers and emails, there is an Erudite leak in Dauntless and a certain leader killed Amar.
This stinks like cow poop.
I feel his arm snake around me, like every other night. Tomorrow will be the fear landscape day. Again, I have to face my horrible two fears. Hopefully, this time, won't go crazy like I did when I first when through it.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Max whispers in my ear. He kisses my neck, tightening his grip around me.
I shiver, "Not really. You will be there, right?" I try to make my voice sound hopeful. Surprisingly, it works.
"Of course. Then, afterwards, we can come here for the few hours before the ceremony" He sounds confident that I will do well.
What if Amar, like every other time, shows up and I go crazy? What do I do?
"I'm not as confident as you." I mumble over my shoulder.
He leans over me lightly placing a kiss on my lips. "You'll be fine. You should get some sleep. Why are you up anyway?"
Sleepily, I yawn, "Been catching up on some reading. Your books are very fascinating."
He laughs, half-heartedly. "Yeah, they're something else. Well, good night."
"Night."
The next morning, I throw on the dress that Amar liked. As I put on the gorgeous dress, I sense Eric staring at the tattoo of the Dauntless hurricane. Honestly, today, I don't really care. I slip on my tennis shoes and head towards the fear landscape room.
When I get there, I sit in the back row, watching as everyone goes in and out of the room. Some watch the screens, watching how their peers react in face of their deepest fears.
Out of the corner of eye, I see Four standing by the wall. Standing up, I quietly walk over to him. I double tap his shoulder. Startled, he turns around to face me.
"Hey!" Four says in a quiet tone. A smile on his face. "Nice dress."
I look down at the dress. "Thanks. Amar helped me pick it out." I look at my shoes. "Ready for this?" I look back at Zeke and his group of friends.
A bit of his smile fades, looking at his shoes as he mumbles "Not really. Are you? Because of who will make an appearance?"
I run my hands through my soft hair. I whisper "I can handle it. Look, Four, after this, I need to talk to you."
Then, my name is called. I look at his face, a slight grin still painted on. Finally, he nods.
With that, I take in a deep breath, and I enter the room, after Max injects me with the serum.
I try to take in steady, even breaths, but they come out shaky. When I get reach the center of the room, I face the two glasses, preparing for the worst.
"Abby!" his voice calls. I'm tackled from behind with familiar warmth.
I feel my heart flutter at his sound and touch.
I turn in the arms of the person hugging me to find none other than Amar, grinning as usual. "Wow, you look great! I am so glad you're here. I know that today is a big day for you, and all."
I let out a laugh. A real laugh. One that I haven't let out in a while. "Why thank you! Yeah, it's a big day. I'm glad to see you too."
He gently places his warm lips on mine. His lips on mine make my world disappear. I try to keep from getting wrapped up in this wonder moment but, instead, I find myself wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, pulling us together. I forget that this is a simulation. For a moment, I forget that Max killed him. For a moment, I'm happy.
Then, he's gone. Poof.
"Abby!" Amar's voice calls. He sounds like he's in pain. "Abby, where are you?"
I look up to find two masked men and Amar on the edge of the walkway.
"Amar!" I shout, knowing what will happen. My heart begins to pound harder and harder.
I look away and squeeze my eyes shut as I hear a gunshot and the sickening sound of bones and flesh slapping the pavement.
I start running to him, anger bubbling inside me. "Amar!" I scream. "No! No, no… Please, Amar!" I drop down, next to his sprawled body. My precious Amar, gone again.
The lights momentarily dim, taking away Amar's crumbled body and the scenery. When the lights come back on, the two masked men are standing in front of me.
One is shorter and slim; the other is taller and buffer.
The shorter one: Eric, I assume, charges at me. I jump straight up, feeling a tightness in my side. I kick his head back. The sound of a neck snapping makes my stomach flip and my heart start pounding again. When ww land on the ground, I rip his mask off to find. sure enough, Eric's face. His once bright eyes, now dead and cold. Eric's body vanishes.
The buffer one, Max, charges at me. I take my time with him.
Max throws a sloppy punch at me. Easily dodging it, I use his arm to swing him into where the glass to the tech room would be.
I picture Max and the other Dauntless leaders gasping at the sight.
He stands and begins running at top speed. Fake Max tries to attack. I hit some pressure points on his body, causing him to fall instantly. I crouch down, looking into his eyes. I give him an evil grin as I hit two pressure points that I have never used.
The two pressure points that, unless released within 30 seconds, will kill a person instantly.
I don't release it. Instead, I stand and glare down at the simulation version of Max. I don't rip his mask off because I know that it would ruin him. I don't want that to happen to him. I do want him to feel the same pain I felt over Amar.
Then the lights come up, giving me the signal to join my friends.
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