AN I know its taken ages, it's been bugging me too but come on, this is chapter 54. Chapter 54. That commitment (me and you) deserves a review. If any of you make any fan fiction about ouat, sherlock, divergent or hunger games, let me know in your review (with it's name). I'll make sure to read them and I'll put it in my next AN for others to check out too
"Tobias!" Tris screams, Her voice raw.
Her eyes are still shut and eyebrows narrow and her mind racing.
She must still be in a simulation.
Her sudden outburst caused me to jump out from under her and knock the object behind me. A quiet, high pitched metal on metal sound rings in my ears. And a small click.
Dale's POV
I remove my eyes from Tris' slowly moving chest. I snap my head back, my leg aching from the sudden, unnatural movement. I resist the urge to scream in pain and settle with the grinding of my teeth. I look around the room, the doors, shelves and the metal tools on the tables to discover that nothing has moved. I'm about to check on Tris, wondering what cause the grating sound when my eyes fall on at the canister to find a large shelf-like pushing itself out the structure. I pick it up carefully, trying not to close the protruding compartment, fearing it would close if I apply pressure to it and I wouldn't be able to reopen it again. When I look inside, it seems to have someone inside of this slot. It's has soft edges and a black cap.
The gaps wide enough for me to fit a through fingers through the opening of the flask, in order to pull it out carefully. Only when I pull it fully out of the container do I see what it is. From seeing the curved edges and long rectangular shape, the only thing I can relate it to is a test tube. The whole outside of the test tube shaped object is painted a perfect black matte paint. It's hard to believe that I missed this compartment of the flask but it seems I did. I'm not exactly in the best of shape, maybe I missed it. In fact, now I look at it, I can't find out why it opened. There's no button or anything. If she didn't scream Tobias' name, I would have never jumped and knocked the flask over. This would never have happened without her. She doesn't even realise, I smile at her thought of her obliviousness but when I turn to tell her… she's stiff.
My smile drops.
"Tris?"
I look at her blue dry lips and her colourless nails. My hand instinctively go to her pulse on the left of her slender neck. It's silent. Maybe she's still in a simulation. No, being in a simulation requires a pulse.
Whoever said that you look peaceful when you die was lying. Her bloody hands are still balled into her fists, nails piecing messily into her thick skin. Her hair's matted together slightly and her black t-shirt is layers on layers of blood, some parts still sticky which makes it cling to her skin even more. Even her face still seems angry. Her face eye lids are squashed by the weight of her knitted, furrowed eyebrows and her jaw gutted outwards. She's defiant, even in death.
We can't die, not both of us. I've accepted my death. I know that a bullet wound left this long is fatal but I just thought as long as I got Tris out of here, I could die knowing my death lead to the saving of Alaska and Tobias. I feel my face getting hot, the way it always does when I think that I'm going to cry. But Tris is dead and I lead her in here. Granted, she was in cornered with gas grenades pointed at her but if I didn't get shot I'd probably been able to save her or stop her from getting in that position in the first place. Tears swarm around the corner of my eye. She shouldn't have died, not like this. She deserved much longer, she's too young to die. The first tear falls. She should have had Tobias here with her, instead of me that couldn't even save her in time
But I've got the cure. I look at my hand and see the test tube, I grab the needle a few inches away from Tris' bony hip.
I can fix this.