I turn around, not wanted to look at him, not wanting to see the sadness in his eyes, but he just grabs my hand and I feel him shaking so I look at him and find his eyes trained on someone at the end of the room, it’s me. I’m standing there with a gun in my hand, looking at us. Another gun sits on a table beside the other me,
“But- that can’t be right, it’s never changed,” Four stumbles over his words, I’m in his fear landscape and he has to kill me.
“Four, why am I here?” does this mean he’s scared of me? Scared of loosing me?
“I don’t know Beatrice, it’s always just a woman who I don’t know,”
“But you have to kill me?”
“Yes, but I can’t, not you, I can’t” he starts shaking again and I just lean up and kiss him,
“It’s not me, you’ll never lose me,” I walk over to the table, pick up the gun and hand it to Four, He holds it up, his arms shaking and points it at the other me’s head, minutes pass until the bang, she falls to the ground, Four is shaking uncontrollably beside me. I throw my arms around his waist and hug him tightly.
“Here we go,” he whispers into my hair. I turn around to find a tall man dressed in Abnegation grey standing in front of us, “Marcus,” I whisper.
“Here’s the part where you can figure out my real name,” Four says, his voice shaking.
“Wait....is he your?” I look from Four to Marcus, Marcus who had a son who joined Dauntless, a son called...“Tobias.” Marcus unwinds a belt from his hands,
“This is for your own good,” he says to Four, more Marcuses appear around us, their eyes black pits. I scream and run towards the first Marcus and attack him, Marcus whips the belt at me and it hits my forearm, the burning sensation knocks me back, I pull the belt from his grip and lash at him. Marcus growls and lunges towards me, but Tobias gets in his way, he doesn’t look scared any more, he looks angry, all the Marcuses vanish. The dark room at Dauntless reappears.
“So now you know who I am,” Tobias whispered, “Do you still....” he stuttered, not knowing what to say, so I helped him out,
“Love you? Yes Tobias, yes I do,” he swings me up in his arms and kisses me,
“I love you too,” he mumbles between kisses. I soar higher than any bird ever could in that moment.