Sorry everyone! It's been a while since I update, been busy working on other stories. I'm hoping to finish this up soon because I have other fanfictions that I want to work on, so expect updates often! I realized my parody is beginning to sound too much like the book, so I'm shakin' things up a little in this chapter.
Floor dragged Pristina to the edge of the river of acid waste that he'd shown us earlier. All at once I realized what was happening.
"Floor no!" I yelled. I shoved to the front of the crowd, but Well held me back. With a stern look on his face he motioned towards the railing.
"Climb over the edge. Now!" Pristina whimpered and with shaking hands made her way to standd on the few inches that remained between her and death.
"Now hang, for 3 minutes, if you fall, well, your loss," Floor said. I thrashed again, but Well had a surprisingly strong grip. Pristina's sweaty hands grasped the metal railing as she swayed side to side over the trench. Floor began to countdown. One of Pristina's shoes slipped of and vaporized into thin air. Her sock was beginning to singe off. Floor kept counting down. He seemed to be speeding up a little bit.
"C'mon Pristina!" I yelled. Her fingers were turning white. Suddenly they slipped. For a split second I literally stopped breathing and I'm guessing she did too. As if in slow motion her tight grasp wasn't tight enough and she slid off the railing. I screamed and finally broke loose from Well's arms.
Diving forward and reaching out to Pristina's hand. I felt her soft callused fingers lock with mine, but Pristina was surprisingly heavy. I used all the strength in me to hold on, but both of our hands, covered in dust and sweat weren't good enough.
"Please Tide, dust, be strong, dust for me." I began to slide forward as she continued falling. I felt my legs jerk as someone from behind grabbed them. Someone strong who was able to pull me back. I screamed again louder as Pristina's fingers broke free of mine and plummeted below. I pounded the hard floor. I bruised my wrist badly, but I didn't care. I did it again and screamed again. With a horrific sizzling noise of Pristina hitting the acid waste water followed by the crunch of her bones disinigrating Pristina was gone. A sweet smell fills the air, like vanilla scented soap. Like Pristina used to smell like.
Floor, who had saved me, pulled me up into a strong hug. It felt good to be embraced by his strong arms, but this wasn't the right moment. I hugged him back and stained his tshirt with tears. Everybody else probably thought I was crazy, but again, I didn't care. Suddenly reality struck me. It was his fault. I pulled away from Floor.
"You! Monster! You just killed her! You just KILLED her!" I screamed. Floor looked shocked.
"Me? I killed her? Who's the one who couldn't hold her up? Who's the one who let go? Huh? Not me!" he shot back. I glared at him through red puffy eyes.
"Me, I couldn't hold her, but I would've had to save her if you hadn't sentenced her to death in the first place!"
"She was weak!" Floor yelled "She didn't belong! And something tells me you don't belong here either. I can't wait until the test comes. We'll see who gets a faction then, Stain." I choked back a sob and let out my last scream for good measure. Floor remained stern.
"Training is over, I think I've proved my point," he said.
Back in my bunk I curled the blankets tight around me and bawled into the pillow. It wasn't Pristina's death that made me so upset, but Floor. I thought I could trust him, I was almost falling for him, and he turns out to be a demon. Distgusting. I feel someone sit down on my mattress.
"Go away," I say. I kick hard at this mysterious person.
"Hey!" I reconize the voice of Well.
"Sorry," I mumble and pull back the covers.
"You kicked my gluteus maximus!" he exclaimed. I laughed a little. Well should've been in Odorite. I sank back into the bed.
"Wanna do something fun?" he asked. I nodded even though the answer was no. He pulled back my covers completely and yanked me out of the bed. He pulled my down the corridors and out to the roof top. A few older Dustless were gathered.
"You brought a Stain?" one of them says disaprovingly. Well nods.
"Back off guys, she's pretty good," Well says in my defense. A murmur of 'whatevers' go through the crowd. I notice a zip line strung to some old telephone wires. A small sling hangs on the end. A boy slides in and someone else pushes him off. The sling shoots down the wires and he yells with joy. It looks fun, but dangerous, Dustless style. A few more are slung up and shoot off, suddenly I'm jostled to the front.
"Let's see how brave you really are, Stain," says a rough looking guy. He shoves me in the sling head first so my bottom half is sticking out.
"May I do the honors?" Well says in a fake sounding accent.
"Of course!" I reply in the same fakeness. He kicks me swiftly in the behind or my gluteus maximus. The sling shoots off before I have time to yell at him. I throw my arms out to the side and imagine that I'm flying. My heart beats so hard it hurts, and I can't scream, and I can't breathe, but I also feel everything, every vein, every fiver, every bone, and every nerve all awake and bugging in my body as if I'm charged with electricity, I am pure adrenaline! The wind hurts my face, but it feels good as I slide, no fly, along. Pristina would've loved this. A sickening guilty pit in my stomach drops. Pristina. The sling reaches the end of the zip line and I stumble off. We're back at Dauntless headquarters. Where Pristina should be. She should be here, laughing and joking about the ride, but she's not, because of Floor. No, Floor was right, because of me, because I was so selfish to join this stupid faction instead of sticking to molding stupid soap! How could I be so stupid?