Hello again! I'm very sorry I kind of abandoned this fanfiction, there really isn't an excuse, my bad. I like to stay a couple chapters ahead when I can, and I introduced some new characters, but had no clue what to do with them, so it's just been a mess. On top of that, the world is falling apart and I have just been trying to hang in there, home life for me isn't great. Anyway, there's been a lot of reading, I have also created another self-insert for the Divergent series, because I was NOT okay with the ending. It's called Divergent: The Outlier, so if you want to check that out, I wouldn't mind. I recently found out that some of you guys are reading from all over the world, which is really freaking awesome, y'all are amazing. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing;I hope you enjoy this well overdue chapter. :)

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There isn't really even that much to say to the man who single handedly destroyed this country and all the lives within forever, right?

He spoke. "Your name, young lady?"

What was he going to do? I didn't have a file since I had only had these abilities for two weeks, and said two weeks were spent underground in the middle of nowhere. "Emma Stewart."

"Ah, an Orange I presume?" He looked at me eerily and bent down so his face was close to mine. "After all, your parents, Ruby and Liam, are quite the phenomenon if I do say so myself. You look just like them you know."

I spat in his face. "An asshole I presume?"

"You little— Just like your mother, at least that's what Clancy told me before..."

"Before he got his brains fried?" I said sweetly.

"Transport her to you know where. Consider it the beginning of a new family tradition."

A haughty look spread across his face as the muzzle was one again strapped to my face.

I felt a pinch at the back of my neck, and I was out.

—

I woke up still in the muzzle, my hands and feet were zip tied, most likely for a few days because I couldn't feel them. I was in a school bus with probably twenty other kids, give or take, all strapped up like I was, minus the adaption for the real monster here. I had no clue where we were, but it sure as hell wasn't anywhere near where I was picked up from. I turned to the window, which had been smeared with black paint. They were taking us to a camp. These buses were used to take kids to the camps. How did Gray do this under the close government surveillance? How is one camp still functioning; they were all destroyed years ago.

When we eventually arrived at the hellhole, I was about ready to suffocate in my own filth. I hadn't showered in probably about a week since I had been out for so long, nor had I eaten. However, that wasn't my main priority. My main priority was figuring out how I was going to dodge this sorting system so I wouldn't get myself killed.

I would disguise myself as a Yellow. Wherever we were going, they probably had the entire goddamn rainbow missing Orange, since all of the Oranges were killed on site back when the camps were a legal thing.

Why not a Green you ask? The connections would make more sense. If I was affected by White Noise, I was only a tier below, and I would have gloves so I couldn't accidentally slip into anyone's mind. Gray and the people who picked me up would be with the Reds, which I wasn't one of those, so no one really knew what I was. Gray probably isn't focusing on the camp I'm going to, since he probably has more important things to do, like taking over the country again.

I made sure my orange button wasn't anywhere to be seen. There was a hole where it was pinned for evidence.

The bus came to a screeching stop and an armed guard in black stepped in.

Yep, my fate has been sealed.

He only said a few, supposed to be intimidating things before we got off the bus, like: do not try to run or hide, blah blah, blah. Mom had told me how life was in the camp, so I was expecting what she had told me.

It is way worse than what she had told me.

There are only about a hundred kids, and each had an armed guard that stayed with them at all times, regardless if they were Green or Red. The only time they left were for emergencies, so I learned In the three weeks I have been here.

Three weeks of darkness.

Three weeks of being in the shadows.

Three weeks of hell.

My stiff but thin yellow paper uniform was starting to irritate the new gashes on my legs from my good old bodyguard I like to call Skunky McShitface. He smells really bad, you know like a skunk.

I now do regret my decision to leave, If I hadn't, I wouldn't be in this nightmare factory. Waking up early, going to garden duty where everyday the guards would plant new seeds just for the fun of watching us dig them out. Then we'd get a good few lashes with a whip for no apparent reason, and then we'd go to lunch, to our cabins, then we'd clean everything in the camp before we were fed, whipped, and sent off to bed. Everything was videoed from surveillance cameras on the ceilings. Everything was timed down to the second, and if anyone broke routine, we got a nice migraine from the White Noise.

However, this night was different. We got extra lashes for, you guessed it, no reason. I was bleeding through my uniform, but no one seemed to care. I swept a gloved hand through my hair as me and my cabinmates arrived at our sleeping quarters. The door was shut and locked after we had filed in, and I climbed up to my top bunk. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me away from this nightmare. It didn't.

All of a sudden, there were loud bangs coming from outside, gunshots, yelling. I heard someone speak outside.

"Where is she? Where is Emma? Tell me right now!" Mom.

Our door was busted into and a figure with a black ski mask came in, they pulled it off.

Mom. It was Mom. How did she find me? Why did she come for me?

"Emma?"

"Mom! Mom, I'm here. I'm right here!"

I was running. Straight toward her. I didn't care if I slipped into her mind or not. The other girls in my cabin had been running too, faster than I was. My legs were swept out from under me. My head hit the ground and my sight was covered with a flash of white. When it went away, all I could see was Mom. She held my face in between her hands and looked behind her toward the other girls who had run out. Mom gave me her gun and switched off the safety. She most likely has another one strapped to her somewhere, knowing her. She also must have been crying, because she wiped her cheeks with her hand before continuing.

"Stay here. We will all come get you in a second." She turned and guided everyone out.

Five minutes felt like five years.

Everyone filed in, Mom, Dad, Chubs, Zu, Vida. I switched the safety back on and laid flat on my back. I didn't have the strength to move.

Vida murmured. "Those fucking crazy-ass Grays."

Chubs snapped in front of Vida's face. "Oi! Do you see Emma right now? She is our priority. He went down towards my feet and placed a hand on my shin where blood had soaked through my uniform.

A priority. I have never been one of those before.

As Chubs started applying more pressure on my shin, I let out a scream.

"She'll need some antiseptic and a hell of a lot of bandages. What did they do to you?"

I shook my head as a tear freed itself from my eyelashes. The past needs to be left behind.

"Can she at least walk?" It was Vida.

Dad let out a sound of anger. "Gray has hurt every single one of us, and that furiated me. A lot. But then he hurts my daughter—"

"Liam, calm down. I know, let's just get out of here." That was the first time Zu had spoken since this started.

Someone, most likely Dad, scooped me up off the ground and started to carry me out. Then Mom interrupted.

"No, you guys go ahead. Let me get her. I need to tell her something… in private."

When she finally convinced them to leave, Dad laid me in a sitting position against the cabin, and Mom crouched by my side.

"Look, Emma listen. Your uncle... Cole told me this a long time ago. You have to walk out of here. No one is going to help you outside of your head. You have to walk out of here, on your own two feet."

"Mom," I choked out. "You leaving Thurmond and taking everyone with you is your memory. You sacrificed yourself for everyone. You almost died, while I came nowhere close to locking eyes with Death. I do not deserve to leave yet."

"Yes you do. You sacrificed yourself. For us."

Hearing that. Seeing Mom in front of me, made me believe that I was going to be okay. That I, a monster that no one would ever want, would see light once again.

Mom helped me up, bracing me on one side, so I could hobble out.

And when I walked out, I realized I would be returning to the people I needed to protect. As much as I wanted to have this, I couldn't. Because no one has ever wanted to take me out of the shadows until now. They wanted to hide me where I would be safe. I am not one that will live in a corner. That is where I have been kept my entire life.

I may be weak, arrogant, selfish, obnoxious, but I wanted to go with them. I want to show them what I can do, and what I'm capable of. And most of all, I wanted to make sure Gray's ass was slaughtered. But I am a burden. I am a mistake. I am a monster. They don't want to bring me into the light. And I love them, I really do, but when I'm with them, I don't have enough freedom to improve myself.

I hadn't realized I had stopped walking until Dad came and scooped me up and carried me to the car. He laid me in the backseat next to Chubs so he could start patching me up. I did not walk out of that camp. I may have left the worst days of my life, but I had not left my problems. It wasn't time for me to leave them. Not yet.