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Chapter Forty-Three. Chapter Forty-Four. Chapter Forty-Five. Chapter Forty-Six. Chapter Forty-Seven. Acknowledgments. Praise. Other Books by Veronica Roth. Insurgent PDF is the second book in the Divergent Trilogy, written by American Click Download or Read Online button to get insurgent book pdf book now. Read an excerpt from Insurgent by Veronica Roth. Tris's initiation day should have been marked by celebration and victory with her chosen faction; instead, the day ended with unspeakable horrors. New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth's much-anticipated second book of the.

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Now it does. I breathe out, and the pressure is still there. Tobias helps me to my feet and guides me toward the doorway. The others jump off one by one: Peter first, then Marcus, then Caleb. The wind picks up as we stand at the edge of the car opening, like a hand pushing me back, toward safety.

But we launch ourselves into darkness and land hard on the ground. The impact hurts the bullet wound in my shoulder. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, and search for my brother. He nods. We landed in the grass near the fence, several yards away from the worn path that the Amity trucks travel to deliver food to the city, and the gate that lets them out—the gate that is currently shut, locking us in. The fence towers over us, too high and flexible to climb over, too sturdy to knock down.

What happened to our friends, our peers, our leaders, our factions? There is no way to know. Tobias approaches a small metal box on the right side of the gate and opens it, revealing a keypad. He stops at the eighth one, and the gate clicks open. His voice sounds thick with emotion, so thick I am surprised it does not choke him on the way out. He gives Tobias a wary look. I never thought about it that way before, and now that seems foolish.

Instead I take the lead, Tobias silent at my side, and though he does not touch me, he steadies me. Pinpricks of light are the first sign that we are nearing Amity headquarters. Then squares of light that turn into glowing windows.

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A cluster of wooden and glass buildings. Before we can reach them, we have to walk through an orchard. My feet sink into the ground, and above me, the branches grow into one another, forming a kind of tunnel. Dark fruit hangs among the leaves, ready to drop. The sharp, sweet smell of rotting apples mixes with the scent of wet earth in my nose. He leads us past the first building to the second one on the left. All the buildings except the greenhouses are made of the same dark wood, unpainted, rough.

Me either. Oh, I brought you something.

He unscrews the cap of a small bottle and holds out a dropper filled with clear liquid. Pain medicine. Take a dropperful every six hours. I squeeze the dropper into the back of my throat. The medicine tastes like old lemon. He hooks a thumb in one of his belt loops and says, How are you, Beatrice?

Did you just call me Beatrice? Thought I would give it a try. He smiles. Not good? Maybe on special occasions only.

Initiation days, Choosing Days. I pause. I was about to rattle off a few more holidays, but only the Abnegation celebrate them. The Dauntless have holidays of their own, I assume, but I dont know what they are. And anyway, the idea that we would celebrate anything right now is so ludicrous I dont continue. Its a deal. His smile fades. How are you, Tris? Its not a strange question, after what weve been through, but I tense up when he asks it, worried that hell somehow see into my mind.

I havent told him about Will yet. I want to, but I dont know how. Just the thought of saying the words out loud makes me feel so heavy I could break through the floorboards. I shake my head a few times. I dont know, Four. Im awake. I am still shaking my head. He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear.

Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can.

When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable. I dont have to tell him. I can just try to forgethe can help me forget. I know, he says. I shouldnt have asked. For a moment all I can think is, How could you possibly know? But something about his expression reminds me that he does know something about loss. He lost his mother when he was young. I dont remember how she died, just that we attended her funeral.

Suddenly I remember him clutching the curtains in his living room, about nine years old, wearing gray, his dark eyes shut. The image is fleeting, and it could be my imagination, not a memory. He releases me. Ill let you get ready.

The floor is dark brown tile, and each shower stall has wooden 12 walls and a plastic curtain separating it from the central aisle.

A sign on the back wall says remember: to conserve resources, showers run for only five minutes. The stream of water is cold, so I wouldnt want the extra minutes even if I could have them. I wash quickly with my left hand, leaving my right hand hanging at my side. The pain medicine Tobias gave me worked fastthe pain in my shoulder has already faded to a dull throb. When I get out of the shower, a stack of clothes waits on my bed.

It contains some yellow and red, from the Amity, and some gray, from the Abnegation, colors I rarely see side by side. If I had to guess, I would say that one of the Abnegation put the stack there for me. Its something they would think to do. I pull on a pair of dark red pants made of denimso long I have to roll them up three timesand a gray Abnegation shirt that is too big for me.

The sleeves come down to my fingertips, and I roll them up too. It hurts to move my right hand, so I keep the movements small and slow. Someone knocks on the door. The soft voice is Susans.

I open the door for her. She carries a tray of food, which she sets down on the bed. I search her face for a sign of what she has losther father, an Abnegation leader, didnt survive the attackbut I see only the placid determination 13 characteristic of my old faction. Im sorry the clothes dont fit, she says. Im sure we can find some better ones for you if the Amity allow us to stay. Theyre fine, I say.

Thank you. I heard you were shot. Do you need my help with your hair? Or your shoes? I am about to refuse, but I really do need help. Yes, thank you. I sit down on a stool in front of the mirror, and she stands behind me, her eyes dutifully trained on the task at hand rather than her reflection.

They do not lift, not even for an instant, as she runs a comb through my hair. And she doesnt ask about my shoulder, how I was shot, what happened when I left the Abnegation safe house to stop the simulation.

I get the sense that if I were to whittle her down to her core, she would be Abnegation all the way through. Have you seen Robert yet? I say. Her brother, Robert, chose Amity when I chose Dauntless, so he is somewhere in this compound. I wonder if their reunion will be anything like Calebs and mine.

Briefly, last night, she says. I left him to grieve with his faction as I grieve with mine. It is nice to see him again, though. Its a shame this happened when it did, Susan says. Our leaders were about to do something wonderful.

I dont know.

Susan blushes. I just knew that something was happening. I didnt mean to be curious; I just noticed things. I wouldnt blame you for being curious even if you had been. She nods and keeps combing.

I wonder what the Abnegation leadersincluding my fatherwere doing. And I cant help but marvel at Susans assumption that whatever they were doing was wonderful. I wish I could believe that of people again.

If I ever did. The Dauntless wear their hair down, right? Sometimes, I say. Do you know how to braid? So her deft fingers tuck pieces of my hair into one braid that tickles the middle of my spine. I stare hard at my reflection until she finishes. I thank her when shes done, and she leaves with a small smile, closing the door behind her. I keep staring, but I dont see myself. I can still feel her fingers brushing the back of my neck, so much like my 15 mothers fingers, the last morning I spent with her.

My eyes wet with tears, I rock back and forth on the stool, trying to push the memory from my mind. I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.

I see a sewing kit on the dresser. In it are two colors of thread, red and yellow, and a pair of scissors. I feel calm as I undo the braid in my hair and comb it again.

I part my hair down the middle and make sure that it is straight and flat. I close the scissors over the hair by my chin. How can I look the same, when shes gone and everything is different?

I cant. I cut in as straight a line as I can, using my jaw as a guide. The tricky part is the back, which I cant see very well, so I do the best I can by touch instead of sight. Locks of blond hair surround me on the floor in a semicircle. I leave the room without looking at my reflection again.

You cut your hair, says Caleb, his eyebrows high. Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.

His hair sticks up on one side from where 16 he slept on it, and his eyes are bloodshot. Yeah, I say. Fair enough. We walk down the hallway together. The floorboards creak beneath our feet.

I miss the way my footsteps echoed in the Dauntless compound; I miss the cool underground air. But mostly I miss the fears of the past few weeks, rendered small by my fears now.

We exit the building. The outside air presses around me like a pillow meant to suffocate me. It smells green, the way a leaf does when you tear it in half.

Does everyone know youre Marcuss son? Caleb says. The Abnegation, I mean? Not to my knowledge, says Tobias, glancing at Caleb. And I would appreciate it if you didnt mention it. I dont need to mention it. Anyone with eyes can see it for themselves. Caleb frowns at him. How old are you, anyway? And you dont think youre too old to be with my little sister? Tobias lets out a short laugh. She isnt your little anything.

Stop it. Both of you, I say. A crowd of people in yellow walks ahead of us, toward a wide, squat building 17 made entirely of glass.

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The sunlight reflecting off the panes feels like a pinch to my eyes. I shield my face with my hand and keep walking. The doors to the building are wide open. Around the edge of the circular greenhouse, plants and trees grow in troughs of water or small pools. Dozens of fans positioned around the room serve only to blow the hot air around, so I am already sweating. But that fades from my mind when the crowd before me thins and I see the rest of the room.

In its center grows a huge tree. Its branches are spread over most of the greenhouse, and its roots bubble up from the ground, forming a dense web of bark. In the spaces between the roots, I see not dirt but water, and metal rods holding the roots in place.

I should not be surprisedthe Amity spend their lives accomplishing feats of agriculture like this one, with the help of Erudite technology. Standing on a cluster of roots is Johanna Reyes, her hair falling over the scarred half of her face. I learned in Faction History that the Amity recognize no official leaderthey vote on everything, and the result is usually close to unanimous.

They are like many parts of a single mind, and Johanna is their mouthpiece. The Amity sit on the floor, most with their legs crossed, in knots and clusters that vaguely resemble the tree roots to me. The Abnegation sit in tight rows a few yards to my 18 left. My eyes search the crowd for a few seconds before I realize what Im looking for: my parents. I swallow hard, and try to forget.

Tobias touches the small of my back, guiding me to the edge of the meeting space, behind the Abnegation. Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, I like your hair that way.

I find a small smile to give him, and lean into him when I sit down, my arm against his. Johanna lifts her hands and bows her head. All conversation in the room ceases before I can draw my next breath. All around me the Amity sit in silence, some with their eyes closed, some with their lips mouthing words I cant hear, some staring at a point far away.

Every second chafes. By the time Johanna lifts her head I am worn to the bone. We have before us today an urgent question, she says, which is: How will we conduct ourselves in this time of conflict as people who pursue peace? Every Amity in the room turns to the person next to him or her and starts talking.

How do they get anything done? I say, as the minutes of chatter wear on.

They dont care about efficiency, Tobias says. They care about agreement. A young man shifts so that his small circle becomes a large one with the group next to him.

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All around the room, the smaller crowds grow and expand, and fewer and fewer voices fill the room, until there are only three or four. I can only hear pieces of what they say: PeaceDauntlessEruditesafe houseinvolvement This is bizarre, I say. I think its beautiful, he says. I give him a look. He laughs a little. They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them care; it makes them kind. I think thats beautiful. I think its unsustainable, I say.

Sure, it works for the Amity. But what happens when not everyone wants to strum banjos and grow crops? What happens when someone does something terrible and talking about it cant solve the problem?

He shrugs. I guess well find out. Eventually someone from each of the big groups stands and approaches Johanna, picking their way carefully over the roots of the big tree. I expect them to address the rest of us, but instead they stand in a circle with Johanna and the other spokespeople and talk quietly.

I begin to get the 20 feeling that I will never know what theyre saying. Theyre not going to let us argue with them, are they, I say. I doubt it, he says. We are done for. When everyone has said his or her piece, they sit down again, leaving Johanna alone in the center of the room. She angles her body toward us and folds her hands in front of her. Where will we go when they tell us to leave? Back into the city, where nothing is safe? Our faction has had a close relationship with Erudite for as long as any of us can remember.

We need each other to survive, and we have always cooperated with each other, says Johanna.

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But we have also had a strong relationship with Abnegation in the past, and we do not think it is right to revoke the hand of friendship when it has for so long been extended. Her voice is honey-sweet, and moves like honey too, slow and careful. I wipe the sweat from my hairline with the back of my hand. We feel that the only way to preserve our relationships with both factions is to remain impartial and uninvolved, she continues.

Your presence here, though welcome, complicates that. Here it comes, I think. The first is that no weaponry of any kind is allowed on the compound. The second is that if any serious conflict arises, whether verbal or physical, all involved parties will be asked to leave.

The third is that the conflict may not be discussed, even privately, within the confines of this compound. And the fourth is that everyone who stays here must contribute to the welfare of this environment by working. We will report this to Erudite, Candor, and Dauntless as soon as we can. Her stare drifts to Tobias and me, and stays there. You are welcome to stay here if and only if you can abide by our rules, she says.

That is our decision. I think of the gun I hid under my mattress, and the tension between me and Peter, and Tobias and Marcus, and my mouth feels dry.

I am not good at avoiding conflict. We wont be able to stay long, I say to Tobias under my breath. A moment ago, he was still faintly smiling.

Now the corners of his mouth have disappeared into a frown. No, we wont. My fingers brush over the trigger, and my throat tightens like I am having an allergic reaction.

I withdraw my hand and kneel on the edge of the bed, taking hard swallows of air until the feeling subsides. What is wrong with you? I shake my head. Pull it together. And that is what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong. I see a flicker of movement in my periphery, and look out the window that faces the apple orchard. Johanna Reyes and Marcus Eaton walk side by side, pausing at the herb garden to pluck mint leaves from their stems.

I am 23 out of my room before I can evaluate why I want to follow them. I sprint through the building so that I dont lose them. Once I am outside, I have to be more careful. I walk around the far side of the greenhouse and, after I see Johanna and Marcus disappear into one row of trees, I creep down the next row, hoping the branches will hide me if either of them looks back.

Is it just that Jeanine finally finished planning it, and acted, or was there an inciting incident of some kind? I see Marcuss face through a divided tree trunk. He presses his lips together and says, Hmm. I suppose well never know. Johanna raises her good eyebrow.

Will we? No, perhaps not. Johanna places her hand on his arm and turns toward him. I stiffen, afraid for a moment that she will see me, but she looks only at Marcus. I sink into a crouch and crawl toward one of the trees so that the trunk will hide me. The bark itches my spine, but I dont move. But you do know, she says. You know why she attacked when she did. I may not be Candor anymore, but I can still tell when someone is keeping the truth from me. If I were Johanna, I would snap at him for a comment like that, but she says kindly, My faction depends on me to advise them, and if you know information this crucial, it is important that I know it also so that I can share it with them.

Im sure you can understand that, Marcus. There is a reason you dont know all the things I know. A long time ago, the Abnegation were entrusted with some sensitive information, says Marcus. Jeanine attacked us to steal it.

And if I am not careful, she will destroy it, so that is all I can tell you. But surely No, Marcus cuts her off. This information is far more important than you can imagine. Most of the leaders of this city risked their lives to protect it from Jeanine and died, and I will not jeopardize it now for the sake of sating your selfish curiosity.

Johanna is quiet for a few seconds. Its so dark now I can barely see my own hands. The air smells like dirt and apples, and I try not to breathe it too loudly. Im sorry, says Johanna. I must have done something to make you believe I am not trustworthy. The last time I trusted a faction representative with this information, all my friends were murdered, he replies. I dont trust anyone anymore. Both Marcus and Johanna are too preoccupied to notice the movement.I can grant you all permission to stay the night, but tomorrow, our community must decide together.

You did not. Did you just call me Beatrice? I pause.

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How lucky, says Caleb. But I dont believe himI dont believe its more important to move forward than to find out the truth. What is wrong with you? And it makes them care; it makes them kind. Both Marcus and Johanna are too preoccupied to notice the movement.

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