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I laugh, but neither Johanna nor Tobias laughs with me. The only side effect is some slight dizziness. We administer it to members of our community who have trouble keeping the peace. You probably dump it into the water supply.
She folds her hands in front of her. If I could give the serum to everyone in this city, I would. You would certainly not be in the situation you are in now if I had. Great plan. The conflict between her and the boy—Peter—is not something we can forget. Beyond it is a small courtyard with vines growing in it. If it was, perhaps we would be having a different conversation right now. What about Peter? Tobias shut me in my room for the rest of the day, checking on me every hour. This time when he comes in, I am sitting on the bed, glaring at the wall.
He takes the hard drive from his back pocket. He drops down next to me on the bed, jostling the mattress. Did I want to? Or was it nice to forget about anger, forget about pain, forget about everything for a few hours? Even now, this peace between us comes from not talking about things—about Will, or my parents, or me almost shooting him in the head, or Marcus.
But I do not dare to disturb it with the truth, because I am too busy clinging to it for support. Take it back now. Laughing to himself, Tobias kisses my cheek and leaves the room. That evening, I am too embarrassed by what happened to go to dinner, so I spend the time in the branches of an apple tree at the far end of the orchard, picking ripe apples. I climb as high as I dare to get them, muscles burning.
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy. I am wiping my forehead with the hem of my shirt, standing on a branch, when I hear the sound.
It is faint, at first, joining the buzz of cicadas. I stand still to listen, and after a moment, I realize what it is: The Amity own about a dozen trucks that they use for transporting goods, but they only do that on weekends.
The back of my neck tingles. But I have to be sure. I grab the branch above me with both hands, but pull myself up with only my left arm. I stand hunched, twigs and leaves tangled in my hair. A few apples fall to the ground when I shift my weight. I remember climbing the Ferris wheel on the pier, my muscles shaking, my hands throbbing. I am wounded now, but stronger, and the climbing feels easier. The branches get thinner, weaker. I lick my lips and look at the next one.
I put my foot on it, testing its strength. It bends, but holds. I start to lift myself up, to put the other foot down, and the branch snaps. I gasp as I fall back, seizing the tree trunk at the last second. This will have to be high enough. I stand on my tiptoes and squint in the direction of the sound. At first I see nothing but a stretch of farmland, a strip of empty ground, the fence, and the fields and beginnings of buildings that lie beyond it.
But approaching the gate are a few moving specks—silver, when the light catches them. Cars with black roofs—solar panels, which means only one thing. A breath hisses between my teeth. As soon as my feet touch the earth, I run. I count the rows of trees as I pass them. Seven, eight. The branches dip low, and I pass just beneath them. Nine, ten. I hold my right arm against my chest as I sprint faster, the bullet wound in my shoulder throbbing with each footstep.
Eleven, twelve. When I reach the thirteenth row, I throw my body to the right, down one of the aisles. The trees are close together in the thirteenth row. Their branches grow into one another, creating a maze of leaves and twigs and apples. My lungs sting from a lack of oxygen, but I am not far from the end of the orchard.
Sweat runs into my eyebrows. I reach the dining hall and throw open the door, shoving my way through a group of Amity men, and he is there; Tobias sits at one end of the cafeteria with Peter and Caleb and Susan. I can barely see them between the spots on my vision, but Tobias touches my shoulder.
By now, the Abnegation at the other end of the table are paying attention. They gather around us. No conflict allowed. We can pretend to be Amity. Once inside, I run to my bedroom, get on my hands and knees, and reach under the mattress for the gun. Come on, Tris. I shove the gun under the waistband of my red pants. It is lucky they are so baggy.
I notice the vials of healing salve and pain medicine on the bedside table and shove them in my pocket, just in case we do manage to escape. Then I reach behind the dresser for the hard drive. But this hard drive also contains the surveillance footage from the attack. The record of our losses. The only piece of them I have left. Years from now, when my memories begin to fade, what will I have to remind me of what they looked like?
Their faces will change in my mind. I will never see them again. I squeeze the hard drive so tightly it hurts. Then why does it feel so important? I grit my teeth and grab the lamp from my bedside table. I yank the plug from the socket, throw the lampshade onto the bed, and crouch over the hard drive. Blinking tears from my eyes, I slam the base of the lamp into it, creating a dent. I bring the lamp down again, and again, and again, until the hard drive cracks and pieces of it spread across the floor.
Then I kick the shards under the dresser, put the lamp back, and walk into the hallway, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. A few minutes later, a small crowd of gray-clad men and women—and Peter—stand in the hallway, sorting through stacks of clothes. If I change out of it, I will have to leave it behind. I bite my lip so that the pain will steady me. I have to get rid of it. It is large enough to conceal the bulge of the gun.
I duck into a nearby room to change, and hand off the gray shirt to Caleb when I get to the hallway. The door is open, and through it I see Tobias stuffing Abnegation clothes into the trash bin.
The combination looks ridiculous on him. He wrinkles his nose at me. I forgot about my tattoos, but the shirt hides them well enough. The Erudite cars pull up to the compound. There are five of them, all silver with black roofs.
Their engines seem to purr as the wheels bump over uneven ground. I slip just inside the building, leaving the door open behind me, and Tobias busies himself with the latch on the trash bin. The cars all pull to a stop, and the doors pop open, revealing at least five men and women in Erudite blue. And about fifteen in Dauntless black. When the Dauntless come closer, I see strips of blue fabric wrapped around their arms that can only signify their allegiance to Erudite. The faction that enslaved their minds.
Tobias takes my hand and leads me into the dormitory. Always an instructor. My hands tremble as I grip his shirt collar. I pull his mouth down to mine. A bell sounds, once, twice, three times. It is a summons to the dining hall, where the Amity gather for less formal occasions than the meeting we attended. We join the crowd of Abnegation-turned-Amity. She gives me a small, grateful smile as her hair falls on her shoulders, the first time I have ever seen it that way.
It softens her square jaw. They offer each other smiles and walk in silence—in too much silence. I wedge my way between them and jab one of the older women in the shoulder. Just do it, okay? I try to relax, injecting a bounce into my step as Tobias suggested, letting my arms swing as I turn corners. It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything—even the way I walk. We catch up to the Amity in front of us as we cross the courtyard to the dining hall and disperse among them.
A pair of Dauntless traitors stand by the door to the dining hall, their guns in hand, and I stiffen. It feels real to me, suddenly, that I am unarmed and being herded into a building surrounded by Erudite and Dauntless, and if they discover me, there will be nowhere to run.
They will shoot me on the spot. I consider making a break for it. But where would I go that they could not catch me? I try to breathe normally. A few steps away—eyes away, away. Susan loops her arm through mine. We hang on each other the way Amity girls do, glancing at the Dauntless and then giggling again. I am amazed by how I manage to do it, with the leaden feeling inside me.
Tobias sits across from me at one of the long tables, and Susan sits next to me. The rest of the Abnegation spread throughout the room, and Caleb and Peter are a few seats down from me. I tap my fingers on my knees as we wait for something to happen. For a long time we just sit there, and I pretend to be listening to an Amity girl telling a story on my left.
Finally Johanna walks in with an Erudite woman. Her bright blue shirt seems to glow against her skin, which is dark brown. She searches the room as she speaks to Johanna. She did not recognize me. At least, not yet. Someone bangs on a tabletop, and the room goes quiet. This is it. They would like permission to search the premises, which means we have to vote. Does anyone object to a search? Johanna nods to the Erudite woman.
The pieces of the hard drive. Clothes I forgot to throw out. A suspicious lack of trinkets and decorations in our living spaces. I feel my pulse behind my eyes as the three Dauntless soldiers who stayed behind pace up and down the rows of tables. The back of my neck tingles as one of them walks behind me, his footsteps loud and heavy. But Tobias does. He wears his pride in his posture, in the way his eyes claim everything they land on.
That is not an Amity trait. It can only be a Dauntless one. The Dauntless woman walking toward him looks at him right away. Her eyes narrow as she walks closer, and then stops directly behind him. I wish the collar of his shirt were higher. The excuse might work if he knew how to deliver it, but he says it with a snap. She stretches out her hand and, with her index finger, pulls back the collar of his shirt to see his tattoo. And Tobias moves.
She hits her head against the edge of the table and falls. Across the room, a gun goes off, someone screams, and everyone dives under the tables or crouches next to the benches.
Everyone except me. I sit where I was before the gunshot sounded, clutching the edge of the table. I see the alley I escaped down after my mother died. A small sound gurgles in my throat. It would have been a scream if my teeth had not been clamped shut. Tobias grabs the Dauntless woman by the back of her neck and wrenches her to her feet. He has her gun in his hand. He uses her to shield him as he fires over her right shoulder at the Dauntless soldier across the room.
A Dauntless man at the end of the aisle aims his own revolver at me. The black spot at the end of the barrel grows around me, and I can hear my heart but nothing else. Caleb lunges forward and grabs my gun. He holds it in both hands and fires at the knees of the Dauntless man who stands just feet away from him. The Dauntless man screams and collapses, his hands clutching his leg, which gives Tobias the opportunity to shoot him in the head.
His pain is momentary. Tobias still has the Dauntless woman by the throat, but this time, he aims his gun at the Erudite woman. All at once, the Abnegation rise from their places under tables and benches, and start toward the door. Caleb pulls me up from the bench. I start toward the door. Then I see something. A twitch, a flicker of movement. The Erudite woman lifts a small gun, points it at a man in a yellow shirt in front of me.
Instinct, not presence of mind, pushes me into a dive. My hands collide with the man, and the bullet hits the wall instead of him, instead of me. Peter stares back at me. I just saved his life. The Erudite woman drops her gun. Together Peter and I walk toward the door. Tobias follows us, walking backward so he can keep his gun on the Erudite woman.
At the last second before he passes through the threshold, he slams the door between him and her. And we all run. We sprint down the center aisle of the orchard in a breathless pack.
The night air is heavy as a blanket and smells like rain. Shouts follow us. Car doors slam. The purr of engines chases me into the trees.
We run through a cornfield in a long line. By then, the cars have caught up to us. The headlights creep through the tall stalks, illuminating a leaf here, an ear of corn there. We divide and spread through the field like spilling water. I hear Susan gasping behind Caleb. We crash over cornstalks. The heavy leaves cut my cheeks and arms. I hear a heavy thump and a scream. There are screams everywhere, to my left, to my right. The Abnegation are dying again, dying like they were when I pretended to be under the simulation.
Finally we reach the fence. Tobias runs along it, pushing it until he finds a hole. He holds the chain links back so Caleb, Susan, and I can crawl through.
Before we start running again, I stop and look back at the cornfield we just left. I see headlights distantly glowing. Tobias pulls me to his side roughly, and starts forward. My face burns with shallow cuts from the corn leaves, but my eyes are dry. The Abnegation deaths are just another weight I am unable to set down.
We stay away from the dirt road the Erudite and Dauntless took to get to the Amity compound, following the train tracks toward the city. We stop. Susan collapses to the ground, crying, and Caleb crouches next to her. I want to feel something. Fear, anger, grief. Tobias turns toward me.
Someone was about to kill you and you just sat there! I used to think he was right, but now I am not sure. I clear my throat.
Caleb coaxes Susan to her feet. She moves only with the help of his arm across her back, pressing her forward. I walk from tie to tie, Tobias balances on the rail, wobbling only occasionally, and Caleb and Susan shuffle behind us. Then I hear a low groan from the rails. I bend down and press my palms to the rail, closing my eyes to focus on the feeling of the metal beneath my hands.
The vibration feels like a sigh going through my body. The train could be running with no horns and no lamps to announce its arrival. I see the gleam of a small train car, far away now but approaching fast. It is an effort to get to my feet when all I want to do is sit down, but I do, brushing my hands on my jeans.
Caleb gives Susan step-by-step instructions for getting on a moving train, the way only a former Erudite can. I watch the first car approach; listen to the rhythmic bump of the car over the ties, the whisper of metal wheel against metal rail. As the first car passes me, I start to run. I ignore the burning in my legs. Caleb helps Susan into a middle car first, then jumps in himself. I take a quick breath and throw my body to the right, slamming into the floor of the car with my legs dangling over the edge.
Caleb grabs my left arm and pulls me in the rest of the way. Tobias uses the handle to swing himself in after me. I look up, and stop breathing.
Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless. The wind whistles through the car.
Everyone is on their feet and armed—except Susan and me, who have no weapons. A factionless man with an eye patch has a gun pointed at Tobias. I wonder how he got it. Next to him, an older factionless woman holds a knife—the kind I used to cut bread with.
Behind him, someone else holds a large plank of wood with a nail sticking out of it. The factionless man with the gun looks familiar. He wears tattered clothes in different colors—a black T-shirt with a torn Abnegation jacket over it, blue jeans mended with red thread, brown boots.
All faction clothing is represented in the group before me: Most items are torn or smudged in some way, but some are not. Freshly stolen, I imagine. That is why he wears an eye patch. I remember steadying his head as he lay screaming on the floor, and cleaning the blood he left behind. Her eyes fill with tears. So we would appreciate it if you let us ride into the city with you. But the others? They exchange meaningful looks.
But when they do, we are in the part of the city where the factionless live, about a mile from where I grew up. I recognize each building we pass as one I walked by every time I missed the bus home from school.
The one with the broken bricks. The one with a fallen streetlight leaning against it. We stand in the doorway of the train car, all four of us in a line. Susan whimpers. I grab her hand. You and me. My feet slam into the ground and continue forward, but Susan just falls to the pavement and rolls onto her side.
Aside from a scraped knee, though, she seems to be all right. The others jump off without difficulty—even Caleb, who has only jumped from a train once before, as far as I know. It must be someone from Abnegation, or from school. Susan seems to have calmed down. She walks on her own now, next to Caleb, and her cheeks are drying with no new tears to wet them. Tobias walks beside me, touching my shoulder lightly. I keep using my arm or landing on it. I feel even more nervous now. The factionless lead us down the street and left into a grimy alleyway that stinks of garbage.
Rats scatter in front of us with squeaks of terror, and I see only their tails, slipping between mounds of waste, empty trash cans, soggy cardboard boxes. Edward stops next to one of the crumbling brick buildings and forces a steel door open. I wince, half expecting the entire building to fall down if he pulls too hard. The windows are so thick with grime that almost no light penetrates them. We follow Edward into a dank room. In the flickering glow of a lantern, I see … people.
People sitting next to rolls of bedding. People prying open cans of food. People sipping bottles of water. And children, weaving between the groups of adults, not confined to a particular color of clothing—factionless children.
We are in a factionless storehouse, and the factionless, who are supposed to be scattered, isolated, and without community … are together inside it.
Are together, like a faction. Some of them tell jokes, others speak to each other quietly. Why are you all together like this? Too hungry to do much of anything except look for food. But then the Stiffs started giving them food, clothes, tools, everything. And they got stronger, and waited. They were like that when I found them, and they welcomed me. I feel at home, in the dark and the quiet that are like the tunnels in Dauntless headquarters.
Tobias, however, winds a loose thread from his shirt around his finger, backward and forward, over and over. How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me—the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies? Edward stops at a metal door and pounds on it with his fist. Her steady eye scans the four of us. Hold on. The door opens again, and Therese steps back to let us in. We walk into an old boiler room with machinery that emerges from the darkness so suddenly I hit it with my knees and elbows.
Therese leads us through the maze of metal to the back of the room, where several bulbs dangle from the ceiling over a table. A middle-aged woman stands behind the table. She has curly black hair and olive skin.
Her features are stern, so angular they almost make her unattractive, but not quite. Tobias clutches my hand. At that moment I realize that he and the woman have the same nose—hooked, a little too big on her face but the right size on his. They also have the same strong jaw, distinct chin, spare upper lip, stick-out ears. Only her eyes are different—instead of blue, they are so dark they look black.
Just days ago I was remembering her funeral. Her funeral. The passage of time tends to do that to a person. How long ago did he find out? She smiles. The truth of that thought makes me ache. On the table behind Evelyn is a large map with markers all over it. On the wall behind her is a chalkboard with a chart on it.
He gestures to me first. Her brother, Caleb. And their friend Susan Black. Particularly among a pack of Abnegation. Not all of us, anyway. He walks forward, his mouth open. Factionless safe houses? Grn Hse. I recognize the expression. It belongs to Tobias—as does her distaste for questions. Anyway, it is time for dinner. Susan and Caleb start toward it, followed by me, and Tobias and his mother are last. We work our way through the maze of machinery again.
I hear his footsteps stop, and slow down so I can hear how she responds. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible. Its actions may determine the future of this city. Her words echo in my mind: Twice the size of Dauntless. When did they become so large? Tobias looks at me, eyebrows lowered. I did, because I was curious, and there she was. Because she was unfaithful to him? She left you with him. No wonder he hates her.
But what would the cost of that friendship be? He shakes his head. But we may not have any other option. Those who want to eat sit in a circle around the large metal bowl that contains the fire, first heating the cans, then passing out spoons and forks, then passing cans around so everyone can have a bite of everything.
I try not to think about how many diseases could spread this way as I dip my spoon into a can of soup. Edward drops to the ground next to me and takes the can of soup from my hands.
Not Candor. Had to leave, though. I take the beans from her and pass them along to Tobias, who is staring at the fire. Therese shakes her head.
No one fails Abnegation initiation, though, so we have very few of those, except for a bunch who survived the simulation attack and came to us for refuge. I glance at Tobias. He is listening now, and he looks almost normal again, his eyes thoughtful and dark in the firelight. In one way or another. I nod, but I feel a little sick to be congratulated for that. Well, not that sick. It was Peter, after all. I stare at the flames wrapping around the fragments of wood that fuel them.
They move and shift, like my thoughts. I remember the first time I realized I had never seen an elderly Dauntless. And when I realized my father was too old to climb the paths of the Pit. Has Candor done anything? Nothing much has happened yet. Except for whatever happened to you, I guess. I feel a little relieved to know that half of the Dauntless, at least, are not traitors. I eat spoonful after spoonful until my stomach is full.
Then Tobias gets us sleeping pallets and blankets, and I find an empty corner for us to lie down in. When he bends over to untie his shoes, I see the symbol of Amity on the small of his back, the branches curling over his spine. When he straightens, I step across the blankets and put my arms around him, brushing the tattoo with my fingers. Tobias closes his eyes. I trust the dwindling fire to disguise us as I run my hand up his back, touching each tattoo without seeing it.
With my other hand I find the patch of fire tattooed over his rib cage. I feel his heavy breaths against my cheek. I drift off to sleep, carried by the sound of distant conversations. I can focus on the sound instead of whatever thoughts would crawl into my head in silence.
Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty. I wake when the fire is just a glow, and only a few of the factionless are still up. It takes me a few seconds to figure out why I woke up: She is lean and strong, just like Tobias. Her fingers twist into her hair as she speaks. And the map. Sometimes it was more complicated than that.
But they explained to us that they suspected we might have the highest Divergent population of any group in the city. They found it temporarily in Dauntless. The Abnegation were reluctant to provide information that only serves to relieve curiosity. They told us as much as they believed we should know. Noting your behavior. He was very attentive to you. Safer with him than with me. Overthrowing one corrupt government and instating some kind of factionless tyranny.
One without factions. No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I imagine only chaos and isolation. Tobias lets out a laugh. So how are you going to usurp Erudite? But the word carries new meaning for me, now that I have seen what it can look like: They have the weapons and the combat experience. You could bridge the gap between us and them. Think about it. Before I can muster the courage to speak, his breaths become even, and he falls asleep.
My entire body aches, especially my legs, which burn with lactic acid even when I am not moving. I need to shower. I wander down the hall and into the bathroom. I am not the only person with bathing in mind—a group of women stand at the sinks, half of them naked, the other half completely unfazed by it. I find a free sink in the corner and stick my head under the faucet, letting cold water spill over my ears. I turn my head to the side. Water courses down my cheek and into my nose.
She is carrying two towels: She turns her back to me and holds up a towel, blocking my view of the rest of the bathroom. I sigh with relief. Or as much of it as possible. I strip quickly and grab the bar of soap next to the sink. I wish she would just speak to me freely. I shove my head under the faucet again, this time massaging my scalp with my left hand to get the soap out.
But I grab the other towel from the floor and dry myself in a hurry. I put on the red shirt I was wearing before. Okay, your turn. Water splashes on my ankles when she washes her hair. Have our kids walk to the bus stop together.
It is my fault, of course, that that was never a possibility, because I chose another faction. If I had, maybe I would have known what you were going through. I acted selfishly. When Therese walks into the bathroom, smoothing her hair into a braid, Susan asks her for spare clothes.
By the time we leave the bathroom, I wear jeans and a black shirt that is so loose up top that it slips off my shoulders, and Susan wears baggy jeans and a white Candor shirt with a collar. She buttons it up to her throat. The Abnegation are modest to the point of discomfort.
When I enter the large room again, some of the factionless are walking out with buckets of paint and paintbrushes.
I watch them until the door closes behind them. I see a familiar look in her eyes—it is the same as the one Jeanine wore when she told Tobias she had developed a serum that could control him: She is anything but nonchalant. I stare. Your father and Jeanine used to play together as children. I used to watch them pass books back and forth at school. The idea is so ridiculous to me that I half snort, half laugh. He never talked about his family or his childhood.
He did not have the quiet demeanor of someone who grew up in Abnegation. His hatred of Erudite was so vehement it must have been personal. All I see is Caleb and Susan on the ground in the corner, passing a jar of peanut butter back and forth. No Tobias. I am permanent. You are only temporary. How could his loyalty not be with his blood, with a family like that?
Susan is now across the room, helping one of the factionless clean up. He passes me the jar of peanut butter. I remember the rows of peanut plants in the Amity greenhouses. They grow peanuts because they are high in protein and fat, which is important for the factionless in particular.
I scoop some of the peanut butter out with my fingers and eat it. Should I tell him what Evelyn just told me? I decide to keep it to myself for now. I nod, still working the peanut butter off the roof of my mouth. Susan needs you. She seems better, but she still needs you. Be careful, though. Candor headquarters is large enough to contain an entire world.
Or so it seems to me. It is a wide cement building that overlooks what was once the river. They seem to have embraced the nickname.
Tobias and I pause outside the doors and look at each other. I look tired and dirty. We could hole up with the factionless and let the rest of them sort through this mess. We could be nobodies, safe, together. And so, apparently, does he. The lobby is large and well-lit, with black marble floors that stretch back to an elevator bank. A ring of white marble tiles in the center of the room form the symbol of Candor: The room is crawling with armed Dauntless. A Dauntless soldier with an arm in a sling approaches us, gun held ready, barrel fixed on Tobias.
She is young, but not young enough to know Tobias. The others gather behind her. Some of them eye us with suspicion, the rest with curiosity, but far stranger than both is the light I see in some of their eyes. They might know Tobias, but how could they possibly recognize me? He nods toward me. Both Dauntless. He just touches his fingertips to the back of his head. After a moment, I do the same.
Dauntless soldiers crowd around us. Another one, a round-faced boy with pink cheeks, looks at me apologetically. His fingers pinch the knife handle, careful not to touch me. The first soldier exchanges looks with some of the others. No matter how many times I ask why we are under arrest, no one says anything or even looks in my direction. Eventually I give up and stay silent, like Tobias. We go to the third level, where they take us to a small room with a white marble floor instead of a black one.
Tobias sits down on the bench, his brow furrowed. I pace back and forth in front of him. I walk five steps forward and five steps back, five steps forward and five steps back, at the same rhythm, hoping it will help me figure something out. What could we have done to them? Did I do anything that could have been interpreted as siding with Erudite? My teeth dig into my lower lip so hard I wince. Yes, I did.
I shot Will. I shot a number of other Dauntless. For a long time, he says nothing, and my arm wraps tighter and tighter around my legs. I feel like, the smaller I become, the safer I am. Why would you think otherwise? I told you things ….