story is down there \/ its cringe if you ask me art by @catwicky story by me (yay)
"In the wind we'll meet again" Tris grimaced. Of course this was what Ayah had chosen to be engraved on her tombstone. Ayah had always been the "mysterious" type of person, so of course it was no surprise that she would want those to be her "last words". Tris sighed and stood up, Ayah wasn't actually buried in that grave, no one was. It was all a hoax. Tris wasn't visiting the grave because she missed Ayah, in fact Ayah was probably back at Tris's small apartment gobbling up Tris's food supply. The real reason she was visiting was because if she didn't the society would label her as an "anomaly" and punish her. In rule 153 it states, "Grievances should be treated appropriately or subjects will be imposed to penalties." Tris checked her watch, she had been at the grave for an hour already, out of the corner of her eye she could see a society member peering out from a tree. Tris slowly turned to walk back to her car, allowing fake tears to dribble down her cheeks. She slowly got into her car, her keys kept slipping from her fingers, she just had to make it home now. Tris unlocked the door to her apartment still shaking. Once she was safely inside she closed all the curtains before opening the hidden trapdoor near the couch. Inside, as Tris had assumed, Ayah was stuffing her face with cheese and crackers. Ayah froze and slowly set down the food, nearly choking as she tried to swallow. "So how'd it go?" Ayah said holding back a smirk, Tris glared at her. "It was wonderful," she remarked, "I just love sitting in the rain to grieve a friend who's at home eating my crackers." Tris and Ayah locked eyes, before bursting into laughter. "So are we still gonna make the escape tonight?" Ayah asked in a serious tone. Tris nodded vigorously, "There's no way I'm actually gonna stay here and have to go through a therapy session for, "Victims of Death's Grasp" It was routine for anyone experiencing grief of a "lost one" to join the therapy group. Ayah opened her mouth to make a joke but they heard a loud bang coming from the apartment. The sound of footsteps got louder and closer, Ayah turned to Tris fearfully. "Did you follow the protocol?" She whispered aggressively. Tris had no time to answer, the trapdoor flung open. The society had figured out their plan. Long arms reached out grabbing Tris and Ayah, and handcuffed them. The society members spent no time to carry Ayah and Tris off to the "Palace" The Palace was the society's headquarters, they had built it when they first arrived to earth, the only way humans got in was if they did something seriously wrong, and no human ever had returned after going in. Tris looked around, all she could see were dreary gray walls that seemed to go on for miles. There was no doubt they were being taken to the leader of the society. She could hear Ayah trying to fight back the society members as they walked. Every step got heavier and the hallway seemed to go on forever. Her eyes got heavy and the world began to spin, her memories became foggy. theee worlldddd st+Ed +0 d!$ s+0p ^^!^& $3^$# $ {3|+ |!(?# $6- ^&--* -- |!---)-- ----*--- -- - -- -- -- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Suddenly there was a bright light that seemed into Tris's eyelids. Her eyes flew open, she was no longer in the dull hallway, beside her she could see Ayah as surprised as she was. A large door opened and she saw a man, not a society member, but an actual human. He smiled boldly. "Welcome Anomolies! Welcome to Giausi, your new home!" He smiled even more intensely, Tris and Ayah just stared. ----To Be Continued----
