Tris
It wasn't a big shock when my name appeared in the red lines on the rankings. I could tell that everyone, except me, knew I wasn't going to make it.
I saw the way Christina, Will, and Al looked at me in pity like they knew it was impossible for me to make it.
Eric knew I wasn't going to make it the second he looked at me and I suppose I would've too if the roles were reversed.
The only person who didn't shoot me pity glances was Four. Although I'm not sure if he thought I was going to make it into Dauntless, he still didnt give me pity glances and that was enough.
I'm not sure that if he saw me now, in factionless clothing, that he wouldn't look at me with pity in his eyes now.
I somehow managed to not wear other factions clothing, sticking to the familiar black clothing that I've grown accustomed to those previous weeks. The only person I know here is Edward and Myra. Edward now wears an eyepatch and Myra is with him nearly every second of the day. They are friendly to me and we sit together during meal time.
"Tris, wake up," a voice stirs me from my thoughts. I snap out of my thoughts and see the familiar black eyepatch.
"What?" I ask.
"Myra got you some extra food considering you haven't ate a lot today." I nod in thanks and he smiles.
"Tris," he starts but looks unsure where he is going with the conversation, "things will get better for all of us. Maybe not today, but it will soon. I promise." Edward is wearing a dauntless jacket, amity pants, and an erudite shirt. I always thought Edward would make it to Dauntless, first place even. Peter couldn't handle the thought of being second best so he thought it would be wise to stab him in the eye.
Sometimes when I look at Edward and Myra, I can still hear their screams of terror on the night the accident occured. I can still see the knife lodged into his eye and Myra's tears streaming down her face.
I smile and follow him out of the room. We walk to one of the abandoned buildings that is nearby our headquarters. Not many people live in the abandoned buildings, because it's harder to get supplies when no one knows where you are.
Myra, Edward, and I found this place when we were walking around the city once. It's a small building with only one room, but it's enough for us. Edward and I sometimes practice our knife throwing skills, which he stole the knives once in Dauntless before he left. Myra sits there quietly and watches us and occasionally sleeps. Myra never was truly a dauntless, so she rarely throws knives with us.
Edward hands me a knife and I weigh it in my hand. It's cold like the ones we used in Dauntless, like the ones that Four threw at me. It's strange how something small, so fragile, could kill someone just as easily as a bullet will. I hear the familiar smack of the knife hitting the target Edward find. I look up to see that Edward's knife landed a millimeter away from the center.
"Now you go," Edward challenges as he sees me looking at his knife now stuck to the target. I position myself in the way that Four taught us and release the object. The knife lands slightly to the left of Edward's and I smile. I've been getting better with knife throwing since I became factionless due to Edward's help.
We continue to practice for a couple of hours until our stomachs start to growl like the dog in the aptitude test. Edward and I set the knives on the floor and walk out of the building with Myra in tow.
They are still madly in love and I long for love. The only love I have felt in my life is the love for my family. I miss them so much, even though my mother still provides the factionless with food. We have exchanged glances at each other, with her smiling and me returning a grim smile.
We walk into the factionless headquarters and sit on the floor, digging into the soup that was sent to us. We eat in silence, as well as the rest of the factionless. Not many people here talk, and if they do it's in quiet conversations. I yearn for the yelling and laughter in the Dauntless cafeteria, the feeling of happiness.
The once silent room, turns into hushed whispers all around us. I look around in confusion. The factionless rarely talk, much less all at once.
"Oh my god," Myra says in a whisper. Her gaze is set on the doorway and I follow her gaze.
Standing at the doorway is a man with almost black hair, gorgeous deep blue eyes, and intimidating demeanor. He is still wearing Dauntless clothing and there are deep circles under his eyes.
Four has joined the factionless and what's even more shocking is that he is looking right at me.
Boring chapter but I don't know what I should do with this story yet. Should I continue or just do one shots of this.
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