I MAKE WITH his name in my mouth. Will. Before I open my
eyes, I watch him crumple to the pavement. Dead. My doing. Tobias crouches in
front of me, his hand on my left shoulder. Then train car bumps over the rails,
and Marcus, Peter, and Caleb stand by the doorway. I take a deep breath and
hold it in attempt to relieve some of the pressure that is building in my chest
an hour ago, nothing that happened felt real to me. Now it does. I breath out,
and the pressure is still there. “Tris, come on,” Tobias says, his eyes
searching mine.” We have to jump.” It is too dark to see where we are, but if
we are getting off, we are probably close to the fence. Tobias helps me to my
feet and guides me toward the doorway. The other jump off one by one: The winds
picks Marcus, then Caleb. I take Tobias’s hand. The wind picks up as we stand
at the edge of the car opening, like a hand pushing me back, towards safety.
But we launch ourselves into the darkness and land hard on the ground. The
impact hurts the bullet wound in my shoulder. I bite my lip to keep from crying
out, and search for my brother. “Okay?” I say when I see him sitting in the
grass a few feet away, rubbing his knee. He nods, I hear him sniff like he’s
fending off tears, and I have to turn away. We landed in the grass near the
fence, several yards away from the worn path that Amity truck s travel to
deliver food to the city, and the gate that lets them out, the gate that is
currently shut, locking us in. the fence towers over us, too high and flexible
to climb over, to sturdy knock down. “There are supposed to be Dauntless guards
here, “Tobias says, “and are now…” He pauses. “Who knows where doing who knows
what.” We stopped the simulation the weight of the hard drive in my back pocket
reminds me, but we didn’t pause to see the aftermath. What happened to our
friends, our peers, our leaders, our faction? There is no way to know. Tobias
approaches a small metal box on the right side of the gate and opens it,
revealing a keypad. “Let’s hope the Erudite didn’t think to change this
combination,” he says as he types in a series of numbers. He stops at the eight
one, and the gate clicks open. “How did you know that?” says Caleb. His voice
sounds thick with emotion, so thick I am surprised it does not choke him on the
way out. “I worked in the Dauntless control room, monitoring the security
system. We only change the code twice a year,” Tobias says. “How lucky,” says
Caleb. He gives Tobias a wary look. “Luck has nothing to do with it, “Tobias
says. “I only worked there because I wanted to make sure I could get out.” I
shiver. The way he talks about getting out it’s like he thinks we’re trapped. I
never thought about it that way before, and now that seems foolish. We walk in
a small pack, Peter cradling his bloody arms to his chest the arm that I shot
and Marcus with his hand on Peter’s shoulder, keeping him stable. Caleb wipes
his cheeks every few seconds, and I know his crying, but I don’t know how to
comfort him, or why I am not crying myself. Instead, I take the lead, Tobias
silent at my side, and thought he does not touch me, he steadies me. Pinpricks
of light are the first sign that we are nearing Amity headquarters. Then
squares of light that turn into glowing windows. A cluster of wooden and glass
buildings. Before we can reach them, we have to walk through an orchard. My
feet sink into the ground, and above me, the branches grow into one another,
forming a kind tunnel. Dark fruit hangs among the leaves, ready to drop. The
sharp, sweet of rotting apples mixes with the scent of wet earth in my nose.
When we got close, Marcus leaves Peter’s side and walks I front. `` I know
where to go ‘’ he says. He leads us past the first building to the second one
on the left. All the buildings except the greenhouses are made of the same dark
wood, unpainted, rough. I hear laughter through an open window. The contrast
between and the stone laughter and the stone stillness within me is jarring.
Marcus opens one of the doors. I would be shocked by the lack of security if we
were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and
stupidity. In this building the only sound is of our squeaking shoes. I don’t
hear Caleb crying any more, but then, he was quiet about it before. Marcus
stops before an open room, where Johanna Reyes, representative of amity, sits,
staring out the window. I recognize her because it is hard to get Johanna’s
face, whether you’ve seen her once or a thousand times. A scar stretches in a
thick line from just above her right eyebrow to her lip, rendering her blind in
one eye and giving her a lisp when she talks. I have only heard her speak once,
but I remember. She would have been a beautiful woman if not for that scar. ``
Oh thank God,’’ she says when she sees Marcus. She walks toward him with her
arms open. Instead of embracing him, she just touches his shoulders, like she
remembers the Abnegation’s distaste for casual physical contact. `` The other
members of your party got here a few hours ago, but they weren’t sure if you
had made it ,’’ she says. She is
referring to the group of Abnegation who were with my father and Marcus in the
safe house. I didn’t even think to worry about them. She looks over Marcus’s
shoulder, first at Tobias and Caleb, then at me, then at Peter. ``My.’’ She says,
her eyes lingering on the blood soaking Peter’s shirt. ``I’II send for a
doctor. I can grant you all permission to stay the night, but tomorrow, our
community must decide together. And’’---she eyes Tobias and me---`` they will
likely not be enthusiastic about a Dauntless presence in our compound. I of
course ask you to turn over any weapons you might have.’’ I wonder, suddenly,
how she knows that I am Dauntless. I am still wearing a gray t shirt. My
father’s shirt. At that moment, his smell, which is an even mixture of soap and
sweat, wafts upward, and it fills my nose, with him. my entire head with him. I
clench my hands so hard into fist that my fingernails cut into my skin. Not
here. Not here. Tobias hands over his gun, but when I reach behind me to take
out my own concealed weapon, he grabs my hand, guiding it away from my back.
Then he laces his fingers with mine to cover up what he just did. I know it’s
smart to keep one of our guns. But it would have been a relief to hand it over.
“My name is Johanna Reyes,” she says, extending her hand me, and then Tobias. A
Dauntless greeting. I am impressed by her awareness of the customs of other
factions. I always how considerate the Amity are until I see it for myself.
“This is T- “Marcus starts, but Tobias interrupts him. “My name is Four,” he
says. “This is Tris, Caleb, and Peter.” A few days ago, “Tobias” was a name
only I knew, among the Dauntless; it was the piece of himself that he gave me.
Outside Dauntless Headquarters, I remember why he hid that name from the world.
It binds him to Marcus. “Welcome to the Amity compound.” Johanna’s eyes fix on
my face, and she smiles crookedly. “Let us take care of you.” We do let them.
An Amity nurse gives me slave development by Erudite to spend healing to put on
my shoulder, and then escorts Peter to the hospital ward to mend his arm.
Johanna takes us to the cafeteria, where we find some of the Abnegation who
were in the safe house with Caleb and my father. Susan is there, and some of
our old neighbors, and rows of wooden tables as long as the room itself. They
greet us especially Marcus with held in tears and suppressed smiles. I cling to
Tobias’s arm. I sag under the weight of the members of my parent’s faction,
their lives, their tears. one of the Abnegation puts a cup of steaming liquid
under my nose and says, “Drink this. It will help you sleep as it helped some
of others sleep. No dreams.” The liquid is pink, red, like strawberries. I grab
the cup and drink it fast. For a few seconds, the heat from the liquid makes me
feel like I am full of something again. And as I drain the last drops from the
cup, I feel myself relaxing. Someone leads me down the hallway, to a room with
a bed in it. That is all.
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