Blood over Faction writing challenge #1: Hate
âWhat happened?â She let herself fall on the chair the man who was talking to her had grabbed and place behind her. He had introduced himself, but she had forgotten his name. The only thing that kept repeating in her head was the first thing he had said. Iâm sorry, Camille. Your parents and brother died in the Dauntless attack on Abnegation. She kept shaking her head. It couldnât be. It was impossible. As much as she was happy here in Candor, as much as she had always stood behind her decision to transfer to another faction, they were still her family. Faction over Blood suddenly didnât mean a lot when you got these kind of messages
âYou heard about what happened, havenât you?â The man didnât stop talking about what happened in general. Yes, of course she had heard what happened. Of course she had heard what Erudite had made Dauntless do. That wasnât what she wanted to hear. âWith them, I mean. I want to know how they died.â She didnât know if she wanted to hear it, but she had to. She knew she had to know it, she knew she couldnât rest before she had heard the truth. Even when it would hurt her, and she didnât doubt it would. âI want to know it. I need to know it!â
She felt a glass of water begin pressed in her hands, and automatically she started to take a few sips, before she realized what they were doing. âI donât need to be calmed down! I need to know what happened! I need the truth!â She looked up, watching him in the eye, and she saw he didnât know if he should tell her. âIs it that bad?â He nodded, grabbing another chair and sitting opposite her. âThey didnât have a chance...â She pressed her lips together. She wouldnât cry when he was still there. How could they have had a chance? If there were people believing in turning the other cheek, it was them.
âThey were among the first. They just... they just took them and shot them...â She looked at the man who seemed to have trouble to tell it. His voice started to break, and suddenly he stood up, putting a hand on her shoulder. âIâm sorry Camille...â He turned around and walked away, silently closing the door behind him. She stared into nothingness, seeing her parents at the dinner table, like they had been the night before the Choosing. Her brother was there as well, and when she looked back at that night, she was sure they had known she would go.
She had never been back. She had seen them once or twice after that Choosing Ceremony, but she had her life here, she had been happy to be away, and there hadnât been much contact anymore between her and her family. Faction over Blood, after all. And now they were gone. All of them. She couldnât restrain herself anymore, and suddenly she started crying, wishing she had visited them now and then. Wishing she had managed to be so honest with them to tell them she did love them. Now it was too late. All because some Erudite leader thought she knew what was best for the city. All because those Dauntless soldiers were too trained to be stopped.
She was suddenly glad with the glass of water she had in her hand, drinking from it, trying to stop the tears. Tears wouldnât help her. Nothing could help her get over this, only time. When she was sure she wasnât crying anymore, she put down the glass, ready to leave the room. It wouldnât make any sense to hide what happened, her faction members would know. But that didnât mean she had to spell it out for them. Her pain was hers and hers alone. When she walked out, she felt something she hadnât felt before. Not only would pain be a part of her from now on. Hate had found its place as well.Â













