Rebel

Chapter 38

I walk over to the rankings room. My name miraculously moves from last to first. Whoa! Tobias probably curved it. I look at my time. 1:38. One minute and 38 seconds! I look at Nathan's. 2:04. Everybody else is behind us by about 8:00. Brad's time is 10:00. I'm shocked. Tobias didn't curve it too much. Tobias smiles at me. I roll my eyes. Jo rolls on the floor laughing.

"Literally, ROFTL," Nathan mutters, gesturing towards Jo.

We all start laughing. Today, we march back to the fear simulation room. God darn it.

I hate Stage 2 more than anything. These instructors have became your personal stalkers, watching your every move, learning about your home life, and finding my brother. I have gained some stalkers, which I am very upset about. I stand with bewilderment, wondering to myself why I would ever gain a stalker, being just that pathetic teen who has daddy issues. Well, they just don't understand.

I was so close to telling Nathan about Marcus. I know something will happen so I need to explain myself, but right now I just don't have the time.

Inside the fear simulation room...

I sit inside the chair. My older brother stalks my fear simulation and he injects the cold serum into my vein.

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I wake up in a chaotic room of fire, yelling, and fear. I instantly try to jump up, but I can't. I'm tied to the ground. It's like the force of gravity just got multiplied by 1000, but only to me. I can't get up, I'm dying. My inertia is too great for my feet to move me anywhere. The world of Dauntless lies right in front of my eyes with the people Dauntless lighting cigars, strip teasing, getting tattoos, and drinking coffee.

"C'mon, stiff, move it," Peter says, obviously annoyed, or trying to taunt me.

What a jerk...

"I can't!" I yell.

"Just try, Kat." Kristen says, obviously annoyed as well.

Kristen gives Peter a peck on the lips. THEY'RE TOGETHER?!

I still cannot believe this, even after the millions of fear simulations I have endured.

Zeke and Uriah are nonchalant like always, Nathan is going crazy with Matt trying to calm him down.

The wall forms around me and Sage carries me out and places me in front of the train. No, I can't die. I can't die. I am too lazy to stop anything.

"This isn't real," I mutter, "But how would a Dauntless endure?

I wake up on top of a tightrope wire. Jesus, I can't do this. Gravity is going to push me down, and I'll fall, and I'll fail. My thoughts are competing with each other as I see the ground. The ground is an already deepened chest that became an abyss that no one would ever find the bottom of. This isn't logical. This doesn't make logical sense. This isn't real. I have to get through this.

"What would a Dauntless do?" I ask myself.

I slowly tremble my way over to the other side of the tightrope, briskly jumping into the other building. Curling my hands into wrecking balls, I walk over to see what my next fear is.

I'm in a room. The walls are slowly enclosing in on me. I can barely see. I'm pounding on the boxes, trying to make it stop. Next, I use nails to make dents in the box. The box slowly makes my body curl into a tiny ball. As soon as I do, the room is gone.

I know Marcus is going to show up. Please not now, please not now. I'm begging.

I see Tobias walking to me.

"Tobias?" I ask robotically.

"Yes, loser," he mutters. I know this.

Tobias walks towards me, taking off his belt. His appearance suddenly changes into one of Marcus Eaton. I see the old man wrinkles carving into Tobias's 16 year old face.

"This is for your own good."

I punch him in the face.

I walk into the room in Marcus's house. Oh god. I see my old, nasty looking father walking down the stairs.

"I tried to teach you better," Marcus says.

He suddenly clones himself and surrounds me. This is worse than Tobias.

"Don't go crying for your brother. He's dead. I killed him," he says proudly.

This can't be real. I just saw him five minutes ago. I can't take it anymore. I just give a sour facial expression to Marcus.

"This is for your own good."

I feel the belt rushing across my fragile skin, cutting me with marks. I block the second strike, And with all my might, I punch him right before I pass out.

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