Divergent Secret High

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Divergent: Free Read Online, Chapter 31

Chapter 31

THE LIGHTS COME on. I stand alone in the empty room with the concrete walls, shaking. I sink to my knees, wrapping my arms around my chest. It wasn't cold when I walked in, but it feels cold now. I rub my arms to get rid of the goose bumps. I have never felt relief like this before. Every muscle in my body relaxes at once and I breathe freely again. I can't imagine going through my fear landscape in my spare time, like Tobias does. It seemed like bravery to me before, but now it seems more like masochism. The door opens, and I stand. Max, Eric, Tobias, and a few people I don't know walk into the room in a line, standing in a small crowd in front of me. Tobias smiles at me. "Congratulations, Tris," says Eric. "You have successfully completed your final evaluation." I try to smile.

It doesn't work. I can't shake the memory o f the gun against my head. I can still feel the barrel between my eyebrows. "Thank s," I say. "There is one more thing before you can go and get ready for the welcoming banquet," he says. He beckons to one of the unfamiliar people behind him. A woman with blue hair hands him a small black case. He opens it and takes out a syringe and a long needle. I tense up at the sight of it. The orange-brown liquid in the syringe reminds me of what they inject us with before simulations. And I am supposed to be finished with those. "At least you aren't afraid of needles," he says. "This will inject you with a tracking device that will be activated only if you are reported missing. Just a precaution." "How often do people go missing?" I ask, frowning. "Not often." Eric smirks. "This is a new development, courtesy of the Erudite. We have been injecting every Dauntless throughout the day, and I assume all other factions will comply as soon as possible." My stomach twists. I can't let him inject me with anything, especially not anything developed by Erudite-maybe even by Jeanine. But I also can't refuse. I can't refuse or he will doubt my loyalty again. "All right," I say, my throat tight. Eric approaches me with the needle and syringe in h and. I pull my hair away from my neck and tilt my head to the side. I look away as Eric wipes my neck with an antiseptic wipe and eases the needle into my skin.

The deep ache spreads through my neck, painful but brief. He puts the needle back in its case and sticks an adhesive bandage on the injection site.

"The banquet is in two hours," he says. "Your ranking among the other initiates, Daunt less-born included, will be announced then. Good luck." The small crowd files out of the room, but Tobias lingers. He pauses by the door and beckons for me to follow him, so I do. The glass room above the Pit is full of Dauntless, some of the m walking the ropes above our heads, some talking and laughing in groups. He smiles at me. He must not have been watching. "I heard a rumor that you only had seven obstacles to face," he says. "Practically unheard of." "You...you weren't watching the simulation?" "Only on the screens.

The Dauntless leaders are the only ones who see the whole thing," he says. "They seemed impressed." "Well, seven fears isn't as impressive as four," I reply, "but it will suffice." "I would be surprised if you weren't ranked first," he says. We walk into the glass room. The crowd is still there, but it is thinner now that the last person-me-has gone. People notice me after a few seconds. I stay close to Tobias's side as they point, but I can't walk fast enough to avoid some cheer s, some claps on the shoulder, some congratulations.

As I look at the people around me, I realize how strange they would look to my father and brother, and how normal they seem to me, despite all the metal rings in their faces and the tattoos on their arms and throats and chests. I smile back at them. We descend the steps into the Pit and I say, "I have a question." I bite my lip. "How much did they tell ll you about my fear landscape?" "Nothing, really. Why?" he says. "No reason." I kick a pebble to the side of the path. "Do you have to go back to the dormitory?" he asks. "Because if you want peace and quiet, you can stay with me until the banquet." My stomach twists. "What is it?" he asks. I don't want to go back to the dormitory, and I don't want to be afraid of him. "Let's go," I say.