Split Second
I round the corner and halt in my tracks. My pulse echoes in my ears. My mother is dead. She sacrificed herself for me. I try not to sob. I need to press on. That's what she would want me to do.
A shot fired from behind me startles me out of my trance. Running quickly, I turn back and fire into the crowd of Dauntless soldiers.
Funny, how I think of them as Dauntless and not me. I am supposed to be Dauntless. Right now, while resisting the mind control serum, I feel more Divergent. That's who I am really.
Whirling around, I see a man with a gun coming towards me. I raise my gun and prepare to shoot him. But wait, that's not just any man. It's Will. My quirky blond friend with the crease on his forehead. My friend who teased me every chance he got, but was always quick to defend me.
"Will." I say. My voice is shaky. "Will, stop." He comes even closer, gun pointed right at my heart. "Will! It's me, Tris. Your friend."
His green eyes, usually bright with mischief, are empty. Hollow. I remind myself that he's under mind control. It's not his fault.
He isn't stopping. His finger is on the trigger. I only have a split second to decide. A split second to decide whether to kill my friend, or let him live and have him kill me.
Raising my gun, I aim it at his head. "I'm sorry, Will." I whisper.
My finger touches the trigger. But I don't pull the trigger. I can't. This is Will.
Shifting my aim so my gun is pointed at his arm, I pull the trigger. I hear him cry out and I start running.
At the last second, just before I round the building, I glance back. Will is sitting on the ground, staring off into space. He's bleeding from his arm. But that's a better alternative than lying there, bleeding from his head.
Despite everything that's happened, a small smile comes to my face. Will isn't going to die today. I didn't kill him. With that, I knock on the door of the safe house where my father and brother are hiding. When the door opens, I enter the room and shut the door behind me.
Time to get down to business.
I love Will and he's not dead. I changed it, see? :D But anyway, I tried to write in the same style as Veronica Roth (not sure if I succeeded or not) and I hope you guys like it :D Reviews are loved.