Here’s Part 4 of the Dauntless series. Part 5 will be up soon. Hope you enjoy it.
I wake up strapped to a metal chair in front of a metal table with another chair across from me. The room has only one light suspended from a chain on the ceiling. The walls are made of cement stained with blood. Whoever was here before me must’ve gotten into some serious trouble. I’m still in my Dauntless attire and judging by my surroundings I must still be in Dauntless. Wherever I am I’ve never seen this part of the faction and I hope to never see it again. I struggle against my bonds but my attempt is useless. I’m stuck in this chair until someone decides to release me. Until then, I try to remember what happened leading up to my capture.
All of a sudden, the door to the room opens and a tall, muscular man walks in carrying a folder. He pulls out the chair and takes a seat. I recognize him immediately. Max, one of the leaders of Dauntless. He opens the folder to reveal several documents. He picks one up and looks it over.
“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in Amity and transferred to Dauntless. Since your parents are leaders of the Amity, one would expect you to not have a single violent nerve in your brain.”
“Things aren’t always what they seem,” I say.
Max looks up from the documents.
“Let’s get down to business. Do you know why you’re here?”
I try to remember the last thing that happened leading up to this incident. I remember walking to the tattoo parlor. Did I get there? I don’t think so. Wait, I remember approaching the pit and overhearing a conversation between two Dauntless. They were talking about some sort of simulation and how they’d be able to tell if someone was Divergent because of it. That must be it.
“Let me guess. I heard something I shouldn’t have.”
“Exactly,” replies Max. He places his hands on the table and folds them.
“What did you hear?”
“Why should I tell you?”
Max sits up straights and takes a deep breath.
“You, my dear, are in some serious trouble. If you want to remain alive and well, I suggest you cooperate. Otherwise, you might never see the outside world again.”
I sit up straight like him and clear my throat.
“I overheard something about everyone being injected with a serum and how it wouldn’t be able to affect Divergents.”
“That’s a start. What else did you hear?”
“I also heard the whole operation involves Jeanine Matthews somehow. That’s all I heard. Nothing else.”
Neither of us says anything for a while. Finally, Max gets up from the chair.
“Your cooperation is appreciated. Unfortunately, we can’t let you go. You know too much about the plan.”
My heart sinks. How long will I be here? What will they do with me? Torture me? What if they find out I’m Divergent?
“So I’m to stay here until the day I die? Is that it?” I ask staring at him trying to remain as calm and brave as I possibly can.
“Until the plan is executed,” Max replies. He pulls out a gun from his holster and points it at me.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I ask.
“Here’s the deal. You’re coming with me to discuss matters with Jeanine. If you make any attempts of escape, I will kill you. Is that clear?”
I look down at my bonds then back up at Max. At least I won’t be trapped in this room.
Max loosens the straps and I slip my hands out. I rub my wrists as I stand up.
He opens the door to reveal a long hallway.
The walk felt like the longest walk of my life. So many hallways and stairs I managed to lose count of how many I encountered. At last, we get to Jeanine’s office. A camera sits above the door. Max presses a button on the wall and position himself and me so we’re both in full view of the camera. There’s a buzz and Max opens the door.
Jeanine’s office is painted with different shades of blue. Her desk is made of glass and she sits in a black ridged chair behind it. Two blue office chairs are situated in front of it. A window overlooking the Erudite grounds is situated behind her.
“Welcome (Y/N). Please have a seat,” says Jeanine.
I have no other choice but to take a seat at her desk. Max sits down next to me.
“I gather you understand why you’re here today.”
“Yes. I overheard something I shouldn’t have.”
Jeanine places her hands on the table and folds them.
“I don’t want this to be more difficult than necessary. As long as you cooperate, no one will get hurt.”
I sit up straight and place my hands in my lap.
“Alright let’s begin. Tell me what you were doing leading up to the incident.”
I clear my throat.
“I was walking towards the tattoo parlor since I thought Why not? I had nothing else to do. To get to there from the dorms I’d have to pass through the pit. I noticed two Dauntless having a conversation. My mischievous got the better of me and I ended up eavesdropping on their conversation. Next thing I know I’m grabbed from behind, injected with some sort of sleep serum I assume and everything goes black.”
Jeanine thinks for a moment.
“What were you planning to do with the newly discovered information?”
“I don’t know.”
“What might you have done?” Jeanine rests her head on top of her folded her hands intrigued.
“I might’ve kept it to myself.”
Jeanine unfolds her hands, crosses her arms and sits back in her chair.
“I didn’t know if I should warn others or if I should find out more.”
Suddenly Jeanine leans forward and stares at me like a hawk.
“When you say ‘others’ are you referring to Divergents?”
Oh god. Does she think I’m Divergent or I know any other Divergents? I better watch what I say from now on. One wrong thing comes out of my mouth and I’m done for.
“I don’t know any Divergents so no.”
There’s a ding and Jeanine takes a look at her computer screen. She smiles and types something on her keyboard. The office door opens.
“Ah, Eric. Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
When you’re so obsessed with something like a book or TV show and you love and ship the characters and you love the cast and you know so much about them. Then that feeling when you realise you’re slipping away from the fandom, when you loose interest even though you don’t want to, that feeling after a few months or years looking back in the fandom and missing it because the cast/characters were like your friends and the fandom was amazing and everything about it was great and just wow, you miss it so much.
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