AN: Come on guys, stay with me. You've made it this far, you've got to read the ending (which will be soon, i promise).
"I said no!"
He takes a deep breath, just like I taught him to before he fired.
"Don't you dare!"
He holds it down, firing not one but two bullets straight into his heart.
My anger rises with the high pitched hum ringing in both my ears fuelling it even more.
"You bastard."
Tris' POV
My mind is in conflict, fighting over what to do first – comfort the child or let out my hatred towards Dale. I hear a small groan and immediately rush towards Lucas.
"I want my mom!"
Little does he know his mother is lay dead, less than ten yards away.
He lets out with a shriek while looking down at his two open wounds in horror. His hands start shaking, one still has the rope tied around his finger and the yo-yo tossed next to Dale feet. I can't even look at him right now. I need to do something. I can't let him die here.
I frantically try to apply pressure to his wound but the blood keeps slipping through my fingers. I'm useless, I can't save him. He starts whimpering and crying so loud that anyone in this building would be able to hear it. But at this moment I don't care, let them kill me. I deserve it. My hands are soaked in guilt and my brain is rotting in disgust.
"Stop. You're hurting me." His face is tight and his eyes are losing its colour.
"I'm sorry." I blurt out.
"Am I going to die?" He asks me breathlessly, between sobs.
"No." I lie, unconvincingly.
"She was right, she told me you guys were monsters."
There is an ominous, contemplative moment. He starts to close his eyes.
"Especially you… Tris Prior." He mumbles.
His head lowers to the ground with a small thump while his arms stay tense by his side.
I force myself to look away from Lucas and instead I, fiercely, look at Dale. He is still leaning against the wall, his gun still in his hand.
"Tr-"
"You're a murderer." I spit furiously.
He is taken aback, "Hey, you're the one who killed his mother."
I feel my hands ball into a fists unconsciously. That's not fair. I did what I had to do.
"That was different, she was going to kill me. She stole Tobias."
He shakes his head.
"I just did what you were too weak to do. I had to kill him, he would have warned the others. It's not personal Tris. Its war. It's kill or be killed and I'm pretty sure we have more right to live than anyone else in this whole building.
"He was defenceless. He was just a kid. He was playing with a yoyo for god sake!"
"Quieten down! They'll hear us." He whispers angrily.
"Don't you dare. This is your fault." I start to walk away, I don't want to hurt him.
"Tris!" He shouts after me.
"Tris, I can't walk. You can't leave me here! I'll die. Tris!" I can hear him start to cry.
I hate him. Why'd he have to save me earlier? None of this would have happened. We'd hopefully both be dead by now and that kid would still be alive.
Can I really leave him here? If they see the kid, they'll kill him. Or maybe they'll torture him. I don't want to leave him but I'm still walking away, I haven't stopped myself.
"She's pregnant, Tris."
I stop walking and turn around.
"Alaska's pregnant and if it's not dead already, the baby needs a father."
"You're lying."
His head is pressed on to the wall and he shakes his over and again.
I can see some blood drip on the floor, the blood seeping through the bandage.
I remember the amount of blood I saw in the surveillance room, it was all Alaska's blood.
"You said – you were friends."
He start's crying and lifts his head off the wall.
"I love her, Tris. She was, is dying and she wanted me to prove to her that I would stick by her."
"You just killed a child, what make you believe that any of this would make me want to take you back. It doesn't matter anyway. You're only saying this so I don't leave you behind."
"You were never going to leave me behind anyway."
"I wouldn't be so sure." My eyes find themselves back onto Lucas slim body.
I may have killed him mother but I could never kill him. He wasn't even scared of my gun.
"If you have any sense, you'll hide in there."
I point to the hidden door with the gas room inside it.
"If you leave me and I die, it'll be your fault."
"Its war. It's kill or be killed."
I run away, with the cure tucked tightly in my pocket, before I can change my mind.
I hear his sobs and I hear a thump. He must have fell to the floor.