Chapter 3
BANG. I'm momentarily shocked at the loudness of the shot, but come back into focus seeing that Four is ok, and doesn't seem to be injured. What was that shot
then? I hear Four gasp, probably because I was shot. I can't feel anything, but if I do ever regain consciousness, I probably won't be alive for long. I turn around, my
gun pointed out, to see a dauntless born named Uriah pointing a gun at me.
"Uriah, don't kill her!" He must be aware, I wonder how? Wasn't he injected with the stuff?
"Four, I have to unless you want to get shot." He's still pointing the gun at me, and mine is pointing at him, but i'm not firing, why? The voices are yelling now, telling
me to fire, but i'm fighting not to. I liked Uriah, we hung out during initiation.
"Uriah, she's not shooting you, is she? She's trying to fight the serum. Give her a minute, please?" I am trying to fight it, but I eventually have to point my gun to the
side and shoot, it all getting to loud.
"She just shot. She's obviously loosing. I liked her to Four, she was my friend, but if I don't shoot her, she'll shoot us." He's right, i'm not sure how much longer I can
do this.
"Tris, please, fight it. I know you're strong, just hear me. I know we didn't know each other well, but I know you are strong in particular. I've seen it, fear doesn't shut
you down it wakes you up. Please, wake up." Again, i'm confused. We barely knew each other, but he's risking his life to get me out of this simulation? I know you're
strong, just hear me. I know you're strong, just hear me." It repeats through my head like a mantra, slowly blocking out the voices telling me to shoot my friends.
Slowly, I lower my gun. Slowly, I drop, the pain all coming to me at once.
"Uriah! She was shot, we need to get her out of here." I'm surprised I can still hear, the pain is taking over my hearing and sight. I feel someone carrying me, hearing
fires being shot, before I feel a sharp pain of someone taking out bullets from my wounds. Then, everything goes dark. I hear little murmurs, then am being carried again, then I come to.
"Four? Where am I? Ohh...my head hurts." I put my hand to my head, when I notice bandages on my body: One on my shoulder, one on my leg, one on my chest. I
got shot three times, how am I alive?
"Well, I had to carry you through a bunch of your friends trying to kill me while Uriah covered us, then we got you to a safe house where some Abnegation helped
remove the bullets and pretty much save you, then we took you to safely in Amity. So, your welcome." I smile, and he smiles back.
"Why did you risk your life to try to save me of all people? We barely know eachother." I slowly situp, causing pain to shoot through my body. He shrugs before replying with:
"I saw your simulations. You seemed so strong, almost…" He doesn't finish his sentence.
"Almost what?" I ask confused. I need answers incase I die soon.
"It's dangerous to say, but they call it Divergent. I'm pretty sure you're not one, since you were under simulation, but you act like one. You were able to fight the
simulation." I black out, remembering all the innocent leaders I killed. I start to cry, hard, ashamed of myself. I feel strong arms pull me into his lap, and I collapse at
the feeling of safety.
"You want to know why I saved you in particular? It's because I like you. I couldn't leave you behind to die, I liked you to much." My cheeks heat up, so I don't look
up from his chest in case he notices. Eventually, the feeling of his warmth consumes me and I fall asleep. I feel him put me back in my bed before falling asleep in the
chair next to me. I wonder what this means, if I like him back. Well, I probably would if I knew him better, but I decide I sort of do. Maybe. For now, I focus on now,
healing and figuring out what the whole war means for the future and I pray that my friends are ok.
A/N
So, do you think that should be the ending? Tell me in the reviews or PM me. I'm not sure. I feel like it will be, but if you want another chapter, tell
me. I'm not a huge fan of this chapter, but what are you gonna do. Ok, bye.
-Grace