The five factions.
Amity, the peaceful. Erudite, the intelligent.
Candor, the honest. Abnegation, the selfless. Dauntless, the brave.
Cecelia Parker was from amity, but she didn't quite fit there. She wasn't the kindest girl like she was supposed to...
"Okay!" Celia pushed her foot out to push the gun toward her. She grabbed it and hid behind the building. She went out a little and shot the men, she killed all of them before turning back to Stella. "Let's go, we're good!" Stella didn't reply. Celia now noticed Stella's eyes fluttering.
Denial.
"Stella? Stella? What-" The girl glimpsed down, seeing the blood pouring out of Stella's side. "Hey..." Stella's head started to fall, so Celia caught it in her hands. "Stella! Stella! Stella, no! You're okay, right?!" The girl sobbed over Stella's limp body. "This isn't happening!" She begged, placing her hand over the wound. Tears dripped down from her eyes.
Anger.
"Stella! Wake up, now!" She cried. She had never felt pain like this before. "STELLA! Wake up!" She bellowed angrily. One of her tears rolled off of her face, dripping onto Stella's shirt. "NO!" Celia's hand moved to her face. More gunshots rang out as they were still being fired at. "Stop, STOP!" She screamed. They killed her.
Bargaining.
If only she didn't choose to go first. What if she hadn't? Would Celia be the one on the ground, or would they both be alive? This was Celia's thought process and she held onto her mother. Her real mother, who was dead in her arms. She sobbed, crushing Stella's body to herself.
Depression.
"I need you," she laid Stella's head on the concrete. "I love you," she uttered. The tears weren't flowing now, more or less, she felt numb. She felt angry and numb, depressed. "I love you, mother." She caressed the side of her face. Saying mother felt weird to Celia. That all of this time, the woman she called mother, wasn't real.
Acceptance.
Celia needed to leave if she wanted to survive. Stella was at peace. She nodded before scrambling up and grabbing the gun. She went to shoot but someone else shot the men before she could. She looked through all of the dust that was flying in the air. Then, she saw him. Kai. He rushed over to her, seeing Stella on the ground.
And just like that, Cecelia Simone Parker went through all five stages of grief, in under one minute. But she felt incomplete like there was something still missing.
Kai ran up to her as she stood, frozen. He hugged her. His arms wrapped around her waist, knowing she needed comfort. Hesitantly, she hugged him back, her arms around his neck. "Nothing will happen to you, I promise," he muttered into her neck. She smiled before breaking the contact.
"We have to go," she told him, before running off in the other direction. Her arm still hurt, but she couldn't feel it. She was too caught up in the moment, in the adrenaline. Kai followed her as she led them to where Stella said Tris would be. She opened the door for them both, then leaned on it. She closed her eyes but opened them right away when she got a flashback to Stella. She sobbed, feeling Kai's hand on her shoulder. She got off, wiping her tears, knowing that they had people to save. She needed to save Four. She got to the basement and wandered around. Kai wanted to go in front of her but he knew she could handle herself. She rounded one of the corners, stopping when she saw people crouched down. She instantly recognized one of them, and so did they.
Tris ran toward Celia, hugging her. "Thank God, you're alive," Celia winced at her words and the fact she was pressing Celia's wound. Once Tris let go, everyone else came out of the dark. Including, Marcus Eaton and Jacob, Stella's husband. Celia wasn't as close to him, but they weren't strangers.
"Stella?" He asked. Celia didn't answer, the silence answered his question. He looked down, as did Celia.
"She sacrificed herself for me," she muttered. He came over to her, knowing how close the two were. He gave her a little side hug as she sniffled.
"She died a hero," he whispered before leaving the girl's side.
"We need to leave here," her attention was brought to Marcus, the 'father' who abused Tobias. "Are there any soldiers outside?" Celia scowled, looking him up and down, glaring at him.
"No, it's clear," she muttered before walking to Amara.
"I should have believed you. I left as soon as I realized. Why is this happening? I don't understand. Why is Dauntless fighting for Erudite?" She questioned.
"They don't know what they're doing. They're under a simulation that the Dauntless and Erudite leaders put them in. God damn, I trusted one of them too. We need to wake 'em up, I need to get into dauntless," she informed them.
"That's a fortress. It'll never happen," Marcus commented. Celia looked at him before turning to Kai, smiling.
"We can get in there," he smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted to do. They rushed out, knowing that they were in the clear. They grabbed guns off of dead guards, giving one to most people. Before they all got onto the train. Celia hugged Kai the whole time, heartbroken about everything that happened in the past 12 hours.
"Get ready," she told them.
"Why, what now?" Tris' dad asked.
"You're not gonna like it," she answered. She opened the door, before jumping out, leaving everyone but Tris and Kai, stunned.
People say that there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Celia liked to add one more.
Revenge.
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