Bad *A DIVERGENT Fanfiction*

Reese is Bad.
Not Amity.
Not Dauntless.
Not Abnegation or Erudite or Candor.
She's Bad.
Really, really Bad.
B. A. D.


6. Chapter Three

Bullets follow me, flying through the air on the wings of death. But I dodge, somehow, miraculously dodge and I charge across the land to the whoops and cheers of the other members of Bad. I think one, I girl I barely met, even tries to follow me in my stampede away from the guards but I do not see her by my side and end up forced to the conclusion that she has been shot.

Hopefully, it was only a minor wound.


Eventually, the bullets stop their teasing and the Dauntless cease their fire. Without the panic coursing like fire through my veins I am able to think clearly enough to find shelter, and hastily stumble into a patch of leaf encrusted trees.

I sit, rather dazedly, at the foot of a huge oak, my fingers beating out a rhythm on its trunk.


I'm alone.

Tapitty tap.

My friends are most likely dead - the impulsive Dauntless soldiers are no strangers to guns.

Tap tap tap.

If I go back to the city I'll be demoted to factionless or killed. Maybe something worse.

Tap tap.

The only way out is beyond the fence.


I stretch my body out to its full extent and lie on my back under the green coloured canopy. I don't know how long it's been and in my delirious state I don't particuarly care either. The hint of a smile plays on my lips as I realise that I, Reese the disbelieving, the scathing, the mocking am the only one left with the tiniest chance of acheiving the goal.

I sigh in a strange sort of contentment.

Getting slowly to my feet, I take my pick of the plethora of trees to climb and see that I am clear to go. I haven't climbed since I was a very little Dauntless - it seems like millenia ago now. However, with time I ease myself into it, gaining a regular pattern just before I reach the top.

Looking around there is no one in sight. It gives the place an eery sort of calm - as if something big will happen to disrupt it any time soon - and I shiver, despite the fact that it isn't cold.

It's like looking at a ghost town.

Both the members of Bad and the guards are long gone. In the distance, I can just make out the backof the Amity compound. On the other side of me I see the fence. My tree isn't tall enough for me to see over it and even if it was, I don't think I'd be brave enough to climb any higher.

In amongst the long grasses where I was running not to long ago Matthew's limp body is nowhere to be seen.



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