Insurgent d-2

by Veronica Roth

  “Maybe you’re right,” I say, “but shouldn’t we find out what’s going on? Just to be sure?”

  “I think it’s more important that we deal with the situation at hand,” says Tobias. “Go back to the city. Find out what’s going on there. Find a way to take Erudite down. Then maybe we can find out what Marcus was talking about, after this is all resolved. Okay?”

  I nod. It sounds like a good plan — a smart plan. But I don’t believe him — I don’t believe it’s more important to move forward than to find out the truth. When I found out that I was Divergent … when I found out that Erudite would attack Abnegation … those revelations changed everything. The truth has a way of changing a person’s plans.

  But it is difficult to persuade Tobias to do something he doesn’t want to do, and even more difficult to justify my feelings with no evidence except my intuition.

  So I agree. But I do not change my mind.

  Chapter 4

  “BIOTECHNOLOGY HAS BEEN around for a long time, but it wasn’t always very effective,” Caleb says. He starts on the crust of his toast — he ate the middle first, just like he used to when we were little.

  He sits across from me in the cafeteria, at the table closest to the windows. Carved into the wood along the table’s edge are the letters “D” and “T” linked together by a heart, so small I almost didn’t see them. I run my fingers over the carving as Caleb speaks.

  “But Erudite scientists developed this highly effective mineral solution a while back. It was better for the plants than dirt,” he says. “It’s an earlier version of that salve they put on your shoulder — it accelerates the growth of new cells.”

  His eyes are wild with new information. Not all the Erudite are power hungry and devoid of conscience, like their leader, Jeanine Matthews. Some of them are like Caleb: fascinated by everything, dissatisfied until they find out how it works.

  I rest my chin on my hand and smile a little at him. He seems upbeat this morning. I am glad he has found something to distract him from his grief.

  “So Erudite and Amity work together, then?” I say.

  “More closely than Erudite and any other faction,” he says. “Don’t you remember from our Faction History book? It called them the ‘essential factions’—without them, we would be incapable of survival. Some of the Erudite texts called them the ‘enriching factions.’ And one of Erudite’s missions as a faction was to become both — essential and enriching.”

  It doesn’t sit well with me, how much our society needs Erudite to function. But they are essential — without them, there would be inefficient farming, insufficient medical treatments, and no technological advance.

  I bite my apple.

  “You aren’t going to eat your toast?” he says.

  “The bread tastes strange,” I say. “You can have it if you want.”

  “I’m amazed by how they live here,” he says as he takes the toast from my plate. “They’re completely self-sustaining. They have their own source of power, their own water pumps, their own water filtration, their own food sources…. They’re independent.”

  “Independent,” I say, “and uninvolved. Must be nice.”

  It is nice, from what I can tell. The large windows beside our table let in so much sunlight I feel like I’m sitting outside. Clusters of Amity sit at the other tables, their clothes bright against their tanned skin. On me the yellow looks dull.

  “So I take it Amity wasn’t one of the factions you had an aptitude for,” he says, grinning.

  “No.” The group of Amity a few seats away from us bursts into laughter. They haven’t even glanced in our direction since we sat down to eat. “Keep it down, all right? It’s not something I want to broadcast.”

  “Sorry,” he says, leaning over the table so that he can talk quieter. “So what were they?”

  I feel myself tensing, straightening. “Why do you want to know?”

  “Tris,” he says, “I’m your brother. You can tell me anything.”

  His green eyes never waver. He’s abandoned the useless spectacles he wore as a member of Erudite in favor of an Abnegation gray shirt and their trademark short haircut. He looks just as he did a few months ago, when we were living across the hall from each other, both of us considering switching factions but not brave enough to tell one another. Not trusting him enough to tell him was a mistake I do not want to make again.

  “Abnegation, Dauntless,” I say, “and Erudite.”

  “Three factions?” His eyebrows lift.

  “Yes. Why?”

  “It just seems like a lot,” he says. “We each had to choose a research focus in Erudite initiation, and mine was the aptitude test simulation, so I know a lot about the way it’s designed. It’s really difficult for a person to get two results — the program actually doesn’t allow it. But to get three … I’m not even sure how that’s possible.”

  “Well, the test administrator had to alter the test,” I say. “She forced it to go to that situation on the bus so that she could rule out Erudite — except Erudite wasn’t ruled out.”

  Caleb props his chin on a fist. “A program override,” he says. “I wonder how your test administrator knew how to do that. It’s not something they’re taught.”

  I frown. Tori was a tattoo artist and an aptitude test volunteer — how did she know how to alter the aptitude test program? If she was good with computers, it was only as a hobby, and I doubt that a computer hobby would enable someone to fiddle with an Erudite simulation.

  Then something from one of my conversations with her surfaces. My brother and I both transferred from Erudite.

  “She was Erudite,” I say. “A faction transfer. Maybe that’s how.”

  “Maybe,” he says, tapping his fingers — from left to right — against his cheek. Our breakfasts sit, almost forgotten, between us. “What does this mean about your brain chemistry? Or anatomy?”

  I laugh a little. “I don’t know. All I know is that I’m always aware during simulations, and sometimes I can wake myself up from them. Sometimes they don’t even work. Like the attack simulation.”

  “How do you wake yourself up from them? What do you do?”

  “I …” I try to remember. I feel like it has been a long time since I was in one, though it was only a few weeks. “It’s hard to say, because the Dauntless simulations were supposed to end when we had calmed down. But in one of mine … the one where Tobias figured out what I was … I just did something impossible. I broke glass just by putting my hand on it.”

  Caleb’s expression becomes distant, like he is looking into faraway places. Nothing like what I just described ever happened to him in the aptitude test simulation, I know. So maybe he is wondering what it felt like, or how it’s possible. My cheeks grow warmer — he is analyzing my brain like he would analyze a computer or a machine.

  “Hey,” I say. “Come back.”

  “Sorry,” he says, focusing on me again. “It’s just …”

  “Fascinating. Yeah, I know. You always look like someone’s sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you.”

  He laughs.

  “Can we talk about something else, though?” I say. “There may not be any Erudite or Dauntless traitors around, but it still feels weird, talking about it in public like this.”

  “All right.”

  Before he can go on, the cafeteria doors open, and a group of Abnegation come in. They wear Amity clothes, like me, but also like me, it’s obvious what faction they are really in. They are silent, but not somber — they smile at the Amity they pass, inclining their heads, a few of them stopping to exchange pleasantries.

  Susan sits down next to Caleb with a small smile. Her hair is pulled back in its usual knot, but her blond hair shines like gold. She and Caleb sit just slightly closer than friends would, though they do not touch. She bobs her head to greet me.

  “I’m sorry,” she says. “Did I interrupt?”

  “No,” says Caleb. “How are you?”
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  “I’m well. How are you?”

  I am just about to flee the dining hall rather than participate in careful, polite Abnegation conversation when Tobias comes in, looking harassed. He must have been working in the kitchen this morning, as part of our agreement with the Amity. I have to work in the laundry rooms tomorrow.

  “What happened?” I say as he sits down next to me.

  “In their enthusiasm for conflict resolution, the Amity have apparently forgotten that meddling creates more conflict,” says Tobias. “If we stay here much longer, I am going to punch someone, and it’s not going to be pretty.”

  Caleb and Susan both raise their eyebrows at him. A few of the Amity at the table next to ours stop talking to stare.

  “You heard me,” Tobias says to them. They all look away.

  “As I said,” I say, covering my mouth to hide my smile, “what happened?”

  “I’ll tell you later.”

  It must have to do with Marcus. Tobias doesn’t like the dubious looks the Abnegation give him when he refers to Marcus’s cruelty, and Susan is sitting right across from him. I clasp my hands in my lap.

  The Abnegation sit at our table, but not right next to us — a respectful distance of two seats away, though most of them still nod at us. They were my family’s friends and neighbors and coworkers, and before, their presence would have encouraged me to be quiet and self-effacing. Now it makes me want to talk louder, to be as far from that old identity and the pain that accompanies it as possible.

  Tobias goes completely still when a hand falls on my right shoulder, sending prickles of pain down my right arm. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning.

  “She got shot in that shoulder,” Tobias says without looking at the man behind me.

  “My apologies.” Marcus lifts his hand and sits down on my left. “Hello.”

  “What do you want?” I say.

  “Beatrice,” Susan says quietly. “There’s no need to—”

  “Susan, please,” says Caleb quietly. She presses her lips into a line and looks away.

  I frown at Marcus. “I asked you a question.”

  “I would like to discuss something with you,” says Marcus. His expression is calm, but he’s angry — the terseness in his voice betrays him. “The other Abnegation and myself have discussed it and decided that we should not stay here. We believe that, given the inevitability of further conflict in our city, it would be selfish of us to stay here while what remains of our faction is inside that fence. We would like to request that you escort us.”

  I did not expect that. Why does Marcus want to return to the city? Is it really just an Abnegation decision, or does he intend to do something there — something that has to do with whatever information the Abnegation have?

  I stare at him for a few seconds and then look at Tobias. He has relaxed a little, but he keeps his eyes focused on the table. I don’t know why he acts this way around his father. No one, not even Jeanine, makes Tobias cower.

  “What do you think?” I say.

  “I think we should leave the day after tomorrow,” Tobias says.

  “Okay. Thank you,” says Marcus. He gets up and sits at the other end of the table with the rest of the Abnegation.

  I inch closer to Tobias, not sure how to comfort him without making things worse. I pick up my apple with my left hand, and grab his hand under the table with my right.

  But I can’t keep my eyes away from Marcus. I want to know more about what he said to Johanna. And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.

  Chapter 5

  AFTER BREAKFAST, I tell Tobias I’m going for a walk, but instead I follow Marcus. I expect him to walk to the guests’ dormitory, but he crosses the field behind the dining hall and walks into the water-filtration building. I hesitate on the bottom step. Do I really want to do this?

  I walk up the steps and through the door that Marcus just closed behind him.

  The filtration building is small, just one room with a few huge machines in it. As far as I can tell, some of the machines take in dirty water from the rest of the compound, a few of them purify it, others test it, and the last set pumps clean water back out to the compound. The piping systems are all buried except one, which runs along the ground to send water to the power plant, near the fence. The plant provides power to the entire city, using a combination of wind, water, and solar energy.

  Marcus stands near the machines that filter the water. There the pipes are transparent. I can see brown-tinged water rushing through one pipe, disappearing into the machine, and emerging clear. Both of us watch the purification happen, and I wonder if he is thinking what I am: that it would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to linger.

  I stare at the back of Marcus’s head. I have to do this now.

  Now.

  “I heard you, the other day,” I blurt out.

  Marcus whips his head around. “What are you doing, Beatrice?”

  “I followed you here.” I fold my arms over my chest. “I heard you talking to Johanna about what motivated Jeanine’s attack on Abnegation.”

  “Did the Dauntless teach you that it’s all right to invade another person’s privacy, or did you teach yourself?”

  “I’m a naturally curious person. Don’t change the subject.”

  Marcus’s forehead is creased, especially between the eyebrows, and there are deep lines next to his mouth. He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning. He might have been handsome when he was younger — perhaps he still is, to women his age, like Johanna — but all I see when I look at him are the black-pit eyes from Tobias’s fear landscape.

  “If you heard me talking to Johanna, then you know that I didn’t even tell her about this. So what makes you think that I would share the information with you?”

  I don’t have an answer at first. But then it comes to me.

  “My father,” I say. “My father is dead.” It’s the first time I’ve said it since I told Tobias, on the train ride over, that my parents died for me. “Died” was just a fact to me then, detached from emotion. But “dead,” mingling with the churning and bubbling noises in this room, strikes a blow like a hammer to my chest, and the monster of grief awakens, clawing at my eyes and throat.

  I force myself to continue.

  “He may not have actually died for whatever information you were referring to,” I say. “But I want to know if it was something he risked his life for.”

  Marcus’s mouth twitches.

  “Yes,” he says. “It was.”

  My eyes fill with tears. I blink them away.

  “Well,” I say, almost choking, “then what on earth was it? Was it something you were trying to protect? Or steal? Or what?”

  “It was …” Marcus shakes his head. “I’m not going to tell you that.”

  I step toward him. “But you want it back. And Jeanine has it.”

  Marcus is a good liar — or at least, someone who is skilled at hiding secrets. He does not react. I wish I could see like Johanna sees, like the Candor see — I wish I could read his expression. He could be close to telling me the truth. If I press just hard enough, maybe he’ll crack.

  “I could help you,” I say.

  Marcus’s upper lip curls. “You have no idea how ridiculous that sounds.” He spits the words at me. “You may have succeeded in shutting down the attack simulation, girl, but it was by luck alone, not skill. I would die of shock if you managed to do anything useful again for a long time.”

  This is the Marcus that Tobias knows. The one who knows right where to hit to cause the most damage.

  My body shudders with anger. “Tobias is right about you,” I say. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, lying piece of garbage.”

  “He said that, did he?” Marcus raises his eyebrows.

  “No,” I say. “He doesn’t mention you enough to say anything like that. I figured it out all on my
own.” I clench my teeth. “You’re almost nothing to him, you know. And as time goes on, you become less and less.”

  Marcus doesn’t answer me. He turns back to the water purifier. I stand for a moment in my triumph, the sound of rushing water combining with the heartbeat in my ears. Then I leave the building, and it isn’t until I’m halfway across the field that I realize I didn’t win. Marcus did.

  Whatever the truth is, I’ll have to get it from somewhere else, because I won’t be asking him again.

  That night I dream that I am in a field, and I encounter a flock of crows clustered on the ground. When I swat a few of them away, I realize that they are perched on top of a man, pecking at his clothes, which are Abnegation gray. Without warning, they take flight, and I realize that the man is Will.

  Then I wake up.

  I turn my face into the pillow and release, instead of his name, a sob that throws my body against the mattress. I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.

  I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

  Even though the air is warm, I shiver. I get out of bed and creep down the hallway toward Tobias’s room. My bare legs almost glow in the dark. His door creaks when I pull it open, loud enough to wake him. He stares at me for a second.

  “C’mere,” he says, sluggish from sleep. He shifts back on the bed to leave space for me.

  I should have thought this through. I sleep in a long T-shirt one of the Amity lent me. It comes down just past my butt, and I didn’t think to put on a pair of shorts before I came here. Tobias’s eyes skim my bare legs, making my face warm. I lie down, facing him.

  “Bad dream?” he says.

  I nod.

  “What happened?”

  I shake my head. I can’t tell him that I’m having nightmares about Will, or I would have to explain why. What would he think of me, if he knew what I had done? How would he look at me?