A Different Life CH2
Tobias
I hate Candor.
It's not that I don't like what they stand for, truth is a very powerful and tough thing to accomplish, but it doesn't mean they get to run around acting like their the gods of Chicago. My Mom always said that Candor Smart-mouths are basically asking to get stollen from. I've never liked stealing from innocent people.
Cold, murky water pours down my face and body from the rusty tap above me, washing the crimson blood from my hair. The blood, a mix of a dumb factionless-rat and my own, stains the water to an almost brown colour. Stepping away from the stream, I slip on my black pants and grey tee-shirt.
After a short walk back to our hide out, I go through warehouses full of people who don't belong within the factions, coming to a halt in front of an old wooden door. Knocking, I wait.
"...Come in!" Stepping in, I turn to see my Mothers curly black hair bouncing as she sifts through the piles of crumpled papers scatter on what passes for a desk.
"Mom," she turns, looking to me with a confused expression when she sees my wet hair. Smiling, she comes over and gives me a warm hug, pulling back to lay her hand comfortingly on my cheek. I lean into her touch slightly, enough where she couldn't know I meant to.
"You should have shaved if you were gonna get all cleaned up, this scruff is starting to get a bit out of hand." Tugging lightly at the hairs, she shakes her head and turns to return to what she was doing before. "What was the fight about this time?"
I chuckle, "Nothing important, what are you up to?"
"Just looking for the plans we wrote up for our next raid tonight." My heart sinks.
"Another one? Don't you think Candor's people could use their supplies? I get one or two trucks Mom, but this is getting out of hand. We've gone after every truck thats been sent for the past two weeks. Candor won't stand for it much longer, they'll send Dauntless after us."
Her head shoots up, glaring at me with enough anger to set the room on fire. "You think we can't handle a couple Dauntless soldiers? My son, you grew up in this place, but you do not know it well. We could take on the whole Dauntless faction, and we would win! Do not speak of things you do not understand. Do not speak about our home that way. Like we're weak, like we can't handle our own. We can do a lot more, if put under the right circumstances… Besides son, Candor-smart-mouths are asking to get stollen from." Her passion takes me off guard. Why the fuck is this so important? "If I hear anymore objections for this or any future raid, you will be off patrols, and i'll put you with the beggars. I don't care if your father would see you, I will not tolerate disrespect. Not from you, or anyone else. Is that clear?"
What does she mean? Under the right circumstances? The thought of my father sends chills down my spine. I have been silenced by fear and anger. I don't get why this is such a big deal. I just don't want anyone to get hurt, not even the people in the factions.
"I said," Her rising voice pulls me from my thoughts. "Is. That. Clear." I can't believe this. I can't believe her. I shake my head to try and form some words to answer her ridiculously dramatic question.
"Yes." My voice is darker then how I usually direct her, more like how i'd address one of the other factionless.
"Good," She grabs a pile of crumpling papers off the desk and heads for the door. "I'll see you tonight then." Slamming the door on her way out, I'm left speechless.
I dont understand where this all come from. She's never acted like that before. At least, towards me. Being faction less after growing up within the factions is not an easy thing, but my mother and I adapted rather quickly. Her, because she already had friends within this area of Chicago. I adapted because I was already a weird kid as it is. Because of how my father was, it was pretty easy to take a punch from the older kids that tried to take my things when I wasn't with my mother. Eventually, after just taking punches, I learned to throw them too. I never wanted to fight, I don't like the thought of hurting someone for my own gain, or being like my father. Thats a bit of my Abnegation showing. With how much power and knowledge my Mother had coming into the factionless, it was pretty easy for her to take control. Anyone who challenged her would have to go through me first. I love my Mother more then anything, she's all I've got. She risked her life to get us out of Marcus' house, thats a debt I can never fully repay.
Hours later, when the sun has fallen and the moon is high, I meet up my squad along the outskirts of Amity. My Mother stands at the head of the group, giving us our objective for the night.
"-if any of you have problems with anyone from the factions, use your on hand weapons before your guns. We don't want to pull any attention towards this area… The truck will be heading this way at top speed, coming from Amity, going towards Abnegation-"
"Abnegation?" I interrupt. Everyone looks in my direction. "I thought you said this was another Candor supply truck?"
"No. Candor has doubled their guards. The original plan called for us to raid a Candor truck, but we had new information brought to our attention just before we left. We adapted our plans to make sure we're still able to get our supplies."
Unbelievable. "You can't steal from Abnegation. They are the only faction thats ever been kind to us. They-"
"Abnegation is full of lying, cheating, fake people. They are deceiving. They deserve to be punished." Her eyes are black, holding anger, hunger for blood. This isn't my Mother.
"I won't be apart of this. None of you should be apart of this." Everyone stares, nobody dare disobey their leader. "Mom, you can't do this, I won't let you." She stares at me, expression blank. Slowly walking towards me, she stops to lay her hand across my cheek. I tilt my head into her warmth slightly, placing my hand on hers to give it a squeeze. "I love you," I whisper. "but I can't do this. Not to Abnegation." Her eyes glow with the same passion as minutes before, nothing swaying her decision, but the peaks in the corners of her lips betray her.
"I love you too." I didn't even know what happen. Her eyes grew darker, the perk to her mouth instantly fell, my body feeling cold, then I was on the ground. Only my Mothers words ringing in my ears. "But I should have left you with Marcus."
I wanted to wait until I bought my new laptop after Christmas to write up this chapter. Tris will be next chapter with Eric. I don't know if it will always be back n' forth like this, but for now I guess this is how it is. Let me know what you think, I love reading your comments. Sorry I don't reply, but its not my thing. :p 4