Diclaimer - I do not own Divergent
Chapter 14 - You're my soldier
Drifting in and out of consciousness is like being in the ocaen. When your head gets pulled under water darkness embraces you and the capabillity to breath is slim to none. However falling in and out of consciousness is way out of my control and I hate losing control. I don't know what happend to me let alone where I am, yet my lack of ability to manipulate or operate the situation seems to put me more off than ever.
I can't choose to stay awake, the stong pulling sensation is tugging at my head. Even though I don't know if I would want to stay awake to face the music, it is hard to embrace such a unnatural feeling.
Before I drift away with the next wave a thought pushes itself into my head. Tobias. Uriah and all the other divergent people, what is happening to them. I quess I can presume this whole divergent-allergy-cake-thing was a scheme. Maybe to see if I could be trusted, which I so bluntly ruind by running right to the nearest divergent in sight.
Sometimes I wish I could hit myself on the head. Stupid, stupid, stupid Tris. To think I supposedly have an aptitude for Erudite. Far fetched.
The pull downwards into oblivion is getting to strong.
Trying to fight it seems to be no good either because whatever incident happend, my body is weak and sore.
Just perfect.
Next time I wake up my head is thobbing harder. Two large silhouettes stand in the room with me. I can't make out any faces untill one of them steps closer to me.
All the pirceings in his face reflect light on my skin. His greasy black hair pulled back from his face. He smiles his wicked manic smile.
"See I always knew about you little Stiff. No stiff comes in first place without cheating." His eyes wander from my face down the length of my body.
"Now the question is what we are going to do about you. You see most divergent would be sent to Erudite for experimental purposes, but you no not you. We shall have fun with you. First ranked stiff, seven fears. Girlfriend of the allmighty Four."
"Eric, play with her all you want in you own time, but don't waste mine. Get to the point." Max' voice booms through the room.
Eric slowly nodds his head as if planning his point. "Well Max, I think we should keep her here for our own experiment, can't let the Erudite have all the fun can we?"
"What do you intend to do with her then. Have her as your own little pet?"
He smiles at that "Presicly. I always fancied having my own little Stiff. She will live with me and we will observe her."
"You are sick Eric" Max mumbles. Finally something I can agree on. "But well, since I am not keen on Jeanine Matthews I will grant you your own experiment. Just don't let Four see her he will try being the hero"
Max sighs "Trying to be the hero yet refusing to have a carrieer as one. Bloody boy is the only one ever to have refused a leader job when personally offerd one." Max curses under his breath.
A part of me want to laugh at this whole conversation. The other part of me is terrified. Living with Eric, being his own personal muppet.
I am surrounded with soft things. Drowning in comfort. For a split second I think I am dead and in heaven. Then I see the devil himself standing by the edge of what turns out to be a really big soft bed.
"I see you are awake stiff, what a delight. First I thought you might want to attend your own funeral, then I can give you the grand tour." I must have a confused look on my face, because he starts to explain how I was gone a week. Apparently the officail story is that I accidently got shot by someone whom did not get caught.
The fun thing is, Eric says, Four was there, but he took a hit to the head and does not remember anything. Which of course was due to Eric's brilliant handywork.
Finally out of the bed I see that I am in different clothing than I was when I got shot. I try not to puke thinking about it. He gives me scarfs and a hat to cover up my face. Because according to Eric it is in no way appropriate to come to your own funeral looking like yourself.
When we walk through the halls of Dauntless to the pit I try to come up with ways to escape or lose him. However his iron grip on my wrist beggs to differ. I shall not be able to ecape my own stupidity.
The funeral itself is a lot like Al's. Max tells everyone how brave I was and what a shame it is that I will no longer be with them. The people in the crowd seem a little drunk and shout at the mentioning of a real dauntless death.
After a while I see Christina, she is crying her eyes out leaning on Will's shoulder for support. Uriah stands a little further back. He is not really crying, but he looks sad and his eyes are bloodshot. My eyes are frantecally searching for Tobias. Looking for some kind of reassuranse that he is in fact fine.
When I finally find him, I wish I hadden't looked for him. He is turned away from the funeral. His face stone hard and his eyes ice cold.
He turns his head for a second and looks me right in the eye. Then he looks back again without having noticed me.
Then I am left to say my own goodbyes, but not to Tris the 'dead' girl. To him Tobias. I am mourning Four.
Thank you for reading. Sorry it has been so long since last time I was on a four week vacation. I can't promise the updates will be a lot because school is beginnig again and because I seem to lack inspiration. But please If someone has any suggestions or requests I would LOVE to hear them.