TRIS
I look at the door, and she is there.
My heart skips a beat, and suddenly I am trembling to the point of my legs waver.
She wears black clothes, her hair is pulled back into an elegant hairdo, and she's pointing a gun at David.
Jeanine's eyes are the very picture of fury.
She is identical to a Dauntless.
- You don't know how to use it. - said David, laughing.
Jeanine cocked her gun and shot him in the leg.
David's cry was short, before falling and holding his bloody leg. Jeanine don't even blinked.
- Beatrice, access the panel once, please. - Jeanine never took her eyes of David.
I saw the containers where I had seen before. They were made of glass and the purple serum were arranged in a row.
I bit my lip and inserted the key in the panel, hoping the damn David has not changed that key as well. It seemed he not had time, because it worked.
- You are an idiot. - David said with a grin.
Jeanine did not change her expression.
- Didn't even now, at this moment, with me in front of you, you recognizes me. I'm sure you were not so small as to not remind me at all.
Jeanine remained the same, but her eyes began to shine with confusion
- Not even erasing my memory, you will not to stop me, Kate! - David shouted angrily.
I rushed to David's gun and I hit him in the head. Strong.
- And I'm not the only one ... - David murmured, sneering - We are many, idiot girl.
He fell with his head on the floor and stopped talking.
Jeanine was still looking at David, but her face was no longer cold. Instead, she had a look of pure panic.
- Jean ...
She opened her mouth and closed it again, as if unable to utter a word.
- N-not true.
- Jeanine ...
- My brother died, Beatrice. - she looked me desperate - I had a brother. I do not remember him. He died when I was five. He was a damned, a nightmare, he used to lock me in the basement and once, he pushed me down the stairs. But he's dead. Dead. He is dead!
She started talking very fast, just controlling what she was saying and watching David's face like a ghost.
My heart broke at that time. Because I never, never had seen her out of control. Desperate.
- He c-called me Kate. And Jeared called me that, taunting, because he knew I hated that name ...
- Please calm down. Calm down.
I walked slowly and wrapped her in my arms.
She was trembled. Her eyes were frightened as a four year old girl.
Maybe that was the same look she had every time her father tortured her to make her "strong."
- Okay ... - I whisper in her shoulder, soaking her shirt with my tears - It's over,Jeanine. We'll be fine now.
She do not answer me, and her face is still somewhere between blankness and despair.
- He's dead ... - she repeats - Dead ...
- Yeah. - I agree - David is dead because he never more will be David again. He'll wake up and we will give him a new story. He will no longer hurt anyone.
By far, I hear alarm sounds and footsteps running toward the Weapons Lab.
And I do not feel any fear.
At this point, I see Jeanine waking. All the shock and despair is gone from her face, and she is confident as ever.
- Let's get out of here. - she says, running her hands through her hair - Your parents and your friends are worried sick.
I feel a sudden chill spreading through my body, and then a crushing pain.
Blame. Remorse. Rage. More blame. Much blame.
Nita is dead.
- He killed her ... - I whisper feeling hot tears forming in my eyes, clouding my vision - She died trying to prevent he got here.
Jeanine says nothing, and I know why.
She knows that words don't would be enough now. No word would change anything.
We separate and walk to the door, free and entrapped at the same time.
Free of the Bureau and all the weight we carry for David's fault.
Entrapped to the new weight that the revelation had given us.
In the hallway, I see confused guards.
They look around, holding their weapons as if they did not know what it was, or why they were there.
We would to deal with them later. We would give them a new story, a new purpose.
Jeanine walks beside me with lost eyes, but with stance confident, finally freed from the heavy burden she carried during all her life. I'm sure everything would be fine in some time. Jeanine would overcome the shock of the revelation, then we would live our dreamed future.
I feel as if I had carried that weight with her all this time, even before birth. And now both of us were equally free.
Although it has cost the life of an innocent.
We were taken out of the disorder to be introduced into another.
People without memories were being taken to receive medical help.
These people were totally confused, without understanding anything. And they will be like that for a while.
I had the strange feeling that in reality, the fight was not over. Only our participation in it.
Jeanine insisted that I received medical help for my broken hand. Only then I realized that I had struck David so hard that I hurt my hand.
It hurt like hell and my mind was very messy. And there's nothing like the talk of a doctor to order your thoughts.
Even so, I did not go to heal the wound at first. Jeanine insisted, but I kept refusing. Eventually we had our first couple fight, in the middle of a desolate hallway, with she dressed as a Dauntless and having the worst hand pain of my life. She was adamant, and in the end, I agreed. We reconciled as fast as we fight. And the worst of all is that seemed totally normal.
In the huge hall, many wounded were attended, but Jeanine led me to another place where there were fewer people. She knew I did not need to see anyone else suffer. Not now, when I was selfish enough to allow me to think about anything.
Whom helped me turned out to be the famous Matthew, who, surprisingly, was another blond with gray eyes. He was pretty friendly, and most importantly, quiet. I gritted my teeth while he was bandaging my hand, with the other holding strongly Jeanine's.
After her short panic attack in the weapons lab, she was quiet as a mouse. Perhaps it was the shock, or some other type of psychological trauma left by a war. Maybe I also will got one.
I pressed her hand so hard that I was afraid to hurt it. She turned to face me. Her face was serious, as if she were far away. We looked at the other and did not said anything. I do not know about her, but every time I look into her eyes I feel calm.
She released my hand and moved closer to hug me with firmly. I rested my head on her shoulder. She kissed my head, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
I hate blush.
- Well, that's it. - Matthew announced.
At that moment another commotion was heard.
People running and dragging a stretcher. They entered between all the noise and contributed their part to increase it. The doctors talked about take her to the emergency room. I did not want to look, but I did anyway.
And thank Goodness I did. Because in the stretcher was Nita, and one of the men who ran following the stretcher was Tobias.
The confusion came to me before the relief.
In my memory, David's words were still vivid: "Your friend made a mistake when trying to stop me. All of you made a mistake coming here..."
Until then, I knew that Nita's death was one of the many blame that I had to carry all my life, but the scene in front of me changed all my certainties.
Without thinking more, I started to run to Tobias.
- Tris? - Jeanine followed me - Tris where you ...
- Tobias! - I cried, and he looked at me.
He was pale, and his expression showed the purest anguish I had ever seen on his face.
- Tobias ... - I repeated, panting - Nita ... I, I'm sorry, I swear I did not want ...
He shook his head continuously as I spoke.
- It was not your fault. - he said - It could have happened the same to you.
- She is...?
- I do not know, they did not tell me anything. I'm trying to figure out, but ...
- Go stay with her. - I said, touching his shoulder - Nita needs you. I promise I'll look for you as soon as possible.
He nodded and continued following the stretcher, until they came for a duplicate door and disappeared.
- He's right. - Jeanine muttered behind me - It's not your fault.
- It is very easy to say it when I'm fine. - I said bitterly - And people always get hurt because of me.
- It's not true. - she hugged me and lay my head on her shoulder. - And besides, no one else will need to be hurt. Never. Thanks to you and your friends, and Nita.
- I hope she's here to see the result of her own struggle.
A tear runs down my face.
I inhaled her scent, letting it invad my nostrils and my whole system. It brought me some comfort, and I allowed myself to be selfish and feel good for a moment.