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"Jane?" My Mothers voice is released as a gasp.

"Yeah Mum it's me."

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, we need to talk Jane we really do. You can come here now if you like?" My Mother - obviously having recovered from the shock - says clearly, like she's talking to a business partner.

"Yeah, I...ummm…. I guess… where should I go?" I stutter cringing inwardly at my awkwardness around my Mother.

"You know how to get to the factionless sector?"

"Yeah."

"I'll meet you by the railway there."

With that the line goes dead, leaving me with a crackly connection and my own troubled thoughts. For a moment I can't decide wether I should go back into training, or leave now to meet with my Mother, and face the music from Tobias afterwards.

I quickly decide on the latter. This could be my only chance after all. What I hadn't realised was the entire time I had been fighting my internal battle I had been walking down to the train tracks.

I guess thats my final decision then.

A few minutes later a large train is rattling down the train track towards me scattering leaves as it passes. I know it isn't going to slow. Not surprising really the Dauntless never had much need for the train to stop, and let them on.

As it approaches I begin to jog alongside it before grabbing onto an outside handle and swinging my awkward frame into the train carriage. By the time I am settled in the corner of the train I am out of breath and all I can really feel is an overwhelming sense of relief.

0o0o

I must have been sat in the same place for nearly an hour when the Factionless sector bursts into view.

The last time I was here I was dishing out food to the poorest of the factionless, with my Father and a dozen other Abnegation volunteers. It was terrifying then, but I'm all alone this time.

I drop and roll of the train, when I stand up my clothing is coated in the strange brown powder that seems to be coating the floor around my feet, and as far as I can see around me.

There's a short scuffle from behind me and suddenly my head is caught under someones arm, and they are pressing a cylindrical metal object to my head. It isn't until I hear the short click, that I realise it's a gun.

"Don't move." A hoarse voice whispers into my ear, leaning so close I can smell his sour, unwashed breath. It makes me shudder, heart leaping in my chest. Maybe I should have waited until I had trained before venturing into the Factionless sector.

"What are you doing in these parts girly?" The voice had become creepy and sinister, like an evil wizard about to turn her into a frog. Or Worse.

"I'm here to see Evelyn Johnson? She's my Mother." I gasp, the words tearing at my raw throat.

I feel the mans tight grip around my body loosen slightly as he breathes in my ear. "Then, you're exactly who I'm looking for."

With that he releases me from his grip, and pulls his gun away from my forehead, before slinking further into the factionless sector.

I know instantly that I should follow him, and my legs carry me quickly in the direction that he disappeared.

The mans strides were so long and purposeful, I had to almost jog in order to keep up with him. The floor beneath my feet was littered with rubbish, and rotting fruit cores. The buildings rose, so high above us I couldn't see the tops of them. Cloaking the whole area in darkness as if it was late at night rather than mid morning.

It was hard to believe that three quarters of an hour ago I had been rushing past the bright, Amity sector so full of life and joy.

After walking for a few minuted my throat begins to burn from all the black dust I have inhaled walking through this far from clean sector of the city. I will not end up like this I make a silent vow to myself. I would rather die than become like this.

A few paces later the grimy factionless man grinds to halt in front of red painted door leading the way to another grubby skyscraper. The man lifts his hand to rap three times quickly, then twice slowly on the door, and I get a chance to glimpse at his worn hands. They are covered in a grey soot that seems to reside on the skin of everyone here almost permanently, his nails are bitten into tiny stumps, and each of his knuckles are decorated with tiny red slits as if he had recently been punching something, or someone.

A moment later the door swung open revealing an equally grotty women of about 70, her arms were decorated with tattoos that must have looked nice 50 years ago, but were now wrinkled with her skin, so much that you couldn't make out what the shapes had once been. SHe was wearing a black tank top, and a grimy red pair of Amity cast offs as trousers.

"So this is her then is it Graham?" Her voice is exactly as you would expect it to be. Evil, and mocking like a witch from one of those age old fairy tales.

I wonder if anybody here has a kind voice, or voice. I hope my Mother does.

"Is indeed Cassie, nearly shot her at the railway. Didn't expect no daughter of Evelyn Johnson to be so scrawny." He laughs, quickly at the end of the sentence as if shooting an innocent 16 year old was something to be amused about.

"Right this way, then deary," Cassie steps back to allow me into the large room behind her, I step in quickly eager to finally see my Mother.

The bottom floor of the large skyscraper was all one room, so I could see clearly through it from my place in the doorframe. The floors were bare, and the wood rotted almost right through in some places. I assume at one point the walls were a creamy white but they were stained with so many years of dirt, it was hard to make out any base colour at all.

One on wall was a surprisingly shiny metal door, with a small button next to it. It was a life much like the ones in Dauntless and my Dads workplace in the city centre that I had visited a handful of times.

The door swung shut behind me, darkening the windowless room significantly, the only source of light being an almost burnt out candle placed haphazardly on a wooden table.

Cassie strode purposefully up to the elevator and pushed the button once with a grimy finger. As the door swung open to reveal a small box, which reminded me eerily of the cupboard in my old Abnegation home. I was shoved rather aggressively into it.

"Number 12," Cassie grunted just before the doors swung shut again, trapping me inside the lift.

I spun round to see a selection of buttons with numbers painted beside them, I pushed the one labeled number 12, and the lift slowly began to crank upwards, making alarming creaking noises as it went.

Around a minute later the incredibly slow lift grinded to a halt and the doors slid open revealing a much cleaner floor.

Directly in front of me as I stepped out of the life was a white painted door, with the name Evelyn Johnson painted elegantly onto it. The door was surprisingly clean, and I found myself stood on carpet. The walls were a clear shade a blue, with very little grub on them.

I peered into the room with my Mother's name painted onto it, and saw a small women sat behind a slightly rickety looking desk. The women looked up as I took a step forward and with one look at me her eyes lit up, and a bright smile crossed her petite features.

Mum.

I am so sorry that it took so long to write this one, I made the mistake of buying the whole Infernal Devices series in one go!

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