Hello lovely readers, I apologize for the lack of updating. But here is another chapter of my fanfic. I only own new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners.
"Do the elevators work?" Tris asks Uriah in a hushed voice, although those around her could easily hear her. Lynn glares at her, as if she had just personally insulted her.
"Sure they do," Zeke speaks, rolling his dark eyes. "You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?"
"Yeah," Uriah grins as he looks over at his brother. "I kinda do." Zeke glares at his brother, then puts him in a headlock and rubs his knuckles into Uriah's skull. Zeke may be smaller than Uriah but that didn't determine his strength, he was stronger and faster than Uriah.
Lynn shakes her head as I stifle a laugh at the site of Uriah's disheveled hair. The Dauntless move forward as the elevator doors open. We all pile in, members in one and initiates in the other.
Lynn grabs my hand and hauls me with her, shoving Tris and stomping on her foot on our way into it. I look back and see Tris wincing as she grabs her foot, "Was that really necessary?" I ask, my brows furrowed.
"Yeah, it was." She smirks and looks at our reflection in the once shining doors, until Uriah moves in front of it and attempts to fix his hair. "What floor?" Lynn asks, her voice a tad different than usual, deeper.
"One hundred," Tris says quickly.
"How would you know that?" Lynn glares at her, her voice conveying anger and a certain feeling that she is superior to her.
"Lynn, come on," Uriah shakes his head and looks at her with pleading eyes. "Be nice."
Tris glances at Uriah and then looks back at Lynn, taking no notice of me beside her. "We're in a one-hundred-story abandoned building with some Dauntless," she retorts. "Why don't you know that?" Lynn growls and keeps an angry expression on but doesn't respond to her. She reaches out and jabs one of the buttons, the dauntless must have reworked the system because I highly doubt anyone other than them wanted to ride in a speeding metal death trap. My legs turn to jelly, a feeling of weightlessness washes over me, and my ears violently pop. It was not a feeling I enjoyed too much.
Finally, it screeches to a halt and Lynn grabs me before I double over, nearly vomiting. "Such a weak stomach." She taunts playfully, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Shut up." I push her and walk from the elevator a breeze trickled in through a gaping hole in the ceiling. "How are we getting up there?" I turn and question Lynn but come face to face with Tris.
"I don't know" she shrugged, "I doubt any of us have that much leg power." She was right, the ceiling was exceptionally high.
"Stiff" Lynn pushes past her and pulls me to the ladder that I didn't notice Zeke had propped up against the hole, we're the first initiates to climb through, next is Uriah and Tris, then the rest that were in the elevator with us.
The wind is the first thing I take notice of, it nearly knocks me back but I keep steady with little help from Lynn. It didn't seem this strong when we were running and jumping off the train and to this building, but up here it was the only thing you could hear, the only thing you could feel. It whipped your skin in relentless torrents.
"Over there." Lynn points to Zeke after realizing I wasn't paying much attention to what was happening, I was more distracted but how much I could see from up here, how powerful yet so powerless it made you feel. It took my breath away.
I looked over to see that Zeke was strapping that bubbly girl from the train, Shauna, is being strapped into something that looked like a pulley system. Seconds past and she went sailing down, her squeal made of pure adrenaline echoed.
Initiates and members alike rushed to be first in the line, Lynn and I managed to be right behind Uriah and Tris. Tris was bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously, she was the first initiate that would be going. Part of me was worried and scared for her but a much larger part was proud of her and knew she was going to love this.
She makes an odd sound shriek as she is pushed forward, her arms spread out like a birds' wings. I catch a glimpse of her face before she is gone, pure ecstasy and adrenaline are obvious. I hated the wild thumping of my heart whenever I looked at her or heard the sound of her voice, she was so oblivious to how strong and incredible she was in others eyes.
Lynn cleared her throat loudly, I looked back at her as she tried to hide her sad expression. "What's wrong?" I asked her, "And don't lie, I was a candor." I whispered the last part. People weren't too pleased when you talk about where you came from.
"You still love her." she looked forward, not letting her eyes roam to me. "The Stiff."
"First off, her name is Tris." I sighed, "And what does it matter? She's head over heels for our instructor." My voice was more bitter than I intended it to be.
"It matters to me." her voice was low, almost like she didn't want me to hear her words. But I didn't have time to respond, it was my turn.
I stood with Tris in the crowd of people who caught those on the zip line, we chatted quietly as our hearts raced, pumping pure adrenaline. And when we get back to the compound nothing seems the same, Lynn went off alone and wouldn't let me follow but Tris somehow seemed closer to me; more comfortable with me now.
Although Chris seemed jealous, distant and moody. I can see why though, two of her friends disappearing after someone was attacked. Building up all that worry just to find out we were out with dauntless born having the time of our lives. I would be jealous too.
After dinner I follow the familiar halls until I find the dauntless born initiates dorm, Lynn sat in her bunk alone, the rest of the beds vacant. As quietly as I can I walk forward and stand below her bunk. "What do you want." It doesn't sound much like a question.
"An explanation of what you said earlier and why you are avoiding me so soon after everything."
She scoffed, "I don't owe you an explanation."
"I never said you did."
"Whatever." After moments of silence I turned and left, she wasn't going to open up with me and I would have to accept that.
It had to be past midnight when I gave up trying to sleep and walked out of the dorm, walking down the halls until I came to the pit. I sat on the cold stone floor and hung my legs over the edge. The railing was just high enough for me to be able to slip my legs under and rest my head on the next one.
"Alessa?" immediately I knew it was Peter, he had been sleeping since earlier. "I can't sleep either; I can't stop puking this red stuff. Not blood, I don't know what it is." His voice was weak and cracking, tears formed in my eyes as he sat next to me, his eyes sunken in and his skin ghostly pale and sweaty.
We leaned against each other, our fingers locked together. We stayed there all night, neither of us sleeping but both of us broke down several times, tears trailing down our cold cheeks, the spray of the water washing over our bodies.
In the early hours of the morning we made our way back to the dorm and curled into our beds, now I wish they weren't so far apart.
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