This chapter is dedicated to Icefire15.
Heyo nerds, here is yet another chapter of my story that I hope yall will enjoy. As per usual I own nothing except new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners. Lately it has been like my mental health took a big leap forward, meaning my physical health has improved too. Which hopefully means my writing will be better than it has been…anyway leave a review if you'd like!
I smile as I walk with Lynn, my hand clasped in hers. Her skin was always so warm despite the chilly air that filtered through the compound. It was nearly two hours passed curfew now, we were making our way to the meeting spot where we would either wait for the others to arrive or I would dive head first into an explanation.
These people were our friends, Tris and I needed them on our side. But just below my calm surface worry bubbled, what if they turned on us like Al had? Some people crack under pressure, some people went crazy from stress. As if initiation wasn't stressful enough, we were about to add onto it.
Neither of us knew how our friends would take the news, how they would heed our warnings, how they react to what we were…
It didn't take Lynn and I long to get there, we crept through the room and into the closet where the others were waiting for us.
After a few minutes of silence Chris started questioning us, Tris and I both froze up. She must have been as worried as I was, she didn't show it though. I hoped I didn't either.
"What is going on?" Chris looked between the two of us, her eyes lingering on the bruises that covered our exposed skin.
"Divergents." I started, "That seems like aa good place to start…" I took a deep breath, Tris watched me with worry filled eyes. "They're different, their brain functions differently from what we consider normal. While most people's mind goes mainly in one direction theirs go in several. Contrary to what we are made to think, divergents aren't dangerous. They're as harmless as anyone else. Tris and I are divergents."
They all looked rather shocked, seemingly at a loss for words. Before any of them could speak I launched into part two of the explanation.
"Jeanine Matthews, the leader of erudite is experimenting and killing divergents. Using them as guinea pigs to find ways to control them since simulations don't work the same way on them, we're conscious during it. We know it's all fake and can control the sims." I paused to breath, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. "She plans to kill those she believes have helped divergents escape her, keep them safe. She's planning the genocide of abnegation and the factionless. She'll use us, dauntless, to murder them. After the last phase of initiation, we'll be injected with this orange thing and she'll be able to control those who aren't divergent, she'll force you guys to kill for her."
"This is a joke, right?" Will spoke, his shoulders slumped and his face contorted in horror.
"I wish…" I pushed the hair from my face, taking in the horror and fear and disbelief that crowded our friends faces. "There are people here in dauntless that know and are letting this happen, some of our leaders. The only ones I know we can trust are Four and Eric. Eric's' girlfriend is leading the resistance, she's divergent too."
"This is insane" Uriah sat on a box, which crumpled under his weight and sent him onto the concrete floor with a thud.
"But you're serious…this is all actually happening?" Lynn took my hands into hers, her eyes searching mine feverishly.
"She's serious." Tris finally spoke, "Jeanine Matthews is pushing us into war now, she won't stop until she's satisfied…"
"We need you guys, we need to know we can trust you. The night of the injections Ava, the leader of the resistance, is going to crash into dauntless and we're going to stop it before it begins. There are too many lives at risk to let this get any further…"
"We're meeting her tomorrow night" Tris added, "On the train, we won't be seen there."
Few words were said after that, murmurs of agreement filled the room. We had them backing us, they believed in us.
Our friends departed slowly as to not rouse suspicion from anyone walking the corridors, Lynn and I were the last ones in the room. She leaned against the wall, looking deep in thought.
"I'm sorry we're dragging you into this but I couldn't bear to see you being controlled, to see you killing innocent people…"
"Alessa, I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me in on this shit. It's crazy and part of me is still hoping I wake up and this is all some fucked dream…but I know it's not. The pain and terror in your eyes is too real for this to be a dream." Her hand came up and cradled my cheek, drifting to the back of my head as she pulls me into her. Her other arm snaked around my waist. "I would do anything for you Alessa, you know that?"
"Now I do…" her golden-brown eyes meeting my own, her lips softly yet hungrily coming down on mine. A sigh escaped me as we stood kissing, fueling her to deepen it. I was pulled flush against her, one of her hands in my hair and the other against my bare lower back; keeping me against her.
Pulling away for a breath of air, her eyes hooded and filled with lust, I felt the whimper leave me before I heard it. Our kisses became more passionate, hungry, needy. My lips moving to her neck, I trembled slightly as I bit and sucked the tender skin. A small grunt and a laugh escaping her lips, bruises already marked up the side of her neck. Thankfully, she returned the gesture and I melted into her as low whimpers and moans threatened to expose us.
"Who's in here?!" the door swung open, Lynn was quick to try and cover me. I didn't even realize my shirt had come off until now. One of our dauntless leaders, Max, loomed in the dark doorway. His eyes widened upon seeing us, "Oh." He turned and ordered for me to fix myself.
"I'm going to excuse this, this once." He didn't seem willing to make eye contact now, which surprised both Lynn and I. We knew he was one of the ones who were allowing Jeanine to control and kill, he could have easily stopped her but obviously, he must believe in her cause or was okay with the mindless slaughter of innocents. It made me sick to my stomach to think about it.
"Thank you, sir." I grabbed Lynn's hand and we quickly departed, going our separate ways once we reached the chasm. I could still feel the adrenaline, the excitement, and arousal pumping through me but this would have to wait until we were all safe…