Friday, November 1, 2013

Allegiant Alternate Ending

My alternate ending for Allegiant, the third book in Veronica Roth's Divergent series.
A lot of chapters I kept word for word for continuity reasons. I altered some details slightly, and added 8 new chapters. However, I want to say again, that not every chapter was written by me. I kept some of VR's chapters! Please don't accuse me of plagiarism :)

The death serum smells like smoke and spice, and my lungs reject it with the first breath I take. I cough and splutter, and I am swallowed by darkness.
            I crumple to my knees. My body feels like someone has replaced my blood with molasses, and my bones with lead. And invisible thread tugs me toward sleep, but I want to be awake. It is important that I want to be awake. I imagine that wanting, that desire, burning in my chest like a flame.
            The thread tugs harder, and I stoke the flame with names. Tobias. Caleb. Christina. Matthew. Cara. Zeke. Uriah.
            But I can’t bear up under the serum’s weight. My body falls to the side, and my wounded arm presses to the cold ground. I am drifting…
            It would be nice to float away, a voice in my head says. To see where I will go…
            But the fire, the fire.
            The desire to live.
            I am not done yet, I am not.
            I feel like I am digging through my own mind. It is difficult to remember why I came here and why I care about unburdening myself from this beautiful weight. But then my scratching hands find it. The memory of my mother’s face, and the strange angles of her limbs on the pavement, and the blood seeping from my father’s body.
            But they are dead, the voice says. You could join them.
            They died for me, I answer. And now I have something to do, in return. I have to stop other people from losing everything, I have to save the city and the people my mother and father loved.
            If I go to join my parents, I want to carry with me a good reason, not this -- this senseless collapsing at the threshold.
            The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me know; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
            I feel the serum clinging to my skin like oil, but the darkness recedes. I slap a heavy hand over the floor and push myself up.
            Bent at the waist, I shove my shoulder into the double doors, and the squeak across the floor as their seal breaks. I breathe clean air and stand up straighter. I am there, I am there.
            But I am not alone.
            “Don’t move,” David says, raising his gun. “Hello, Tris.”

“How did you inoculate yourself against the death serum?” he asks me. He’s still sitting in his wheelchair, but you don’t need to be able to walk to fire a gun.
            I blink at him, still dazed.
            “I didn’t,” I say.
            “Don’t be stupid,” David says. “You can’t survive the death serum without an inoculation, and I’m the only person in the compound who possesses that substance.”
            I just stare at him, not sure what to say. I didn’t inoculate myself. The fact that I’m still standing upright is impossible. There’s nothing more to add.
            “I suppose it no longer matters,” he says. “We’re here now.”
            “What are you doing here?” I mumble. My lips feel awkwardly large, hard to talk around. I still feel that oily heaviness on my skin, like death is clinging to me even though I have defeated it.
            I am dimly aware that I left my own gun in the hallway behind me, sure I wouldn’t need it if I made it this far.
            “I knew something was going on,” David says. “You’ve been running around with genetically damaged people all week, Tris, did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He shakes his head. “And then your friend Cara tried to manipulate the lights, but she very wisely knocked herself out before she could tell us anything. So I came here, just in case. I’m sad to say I’m not surprised to see you.”
            “You came here alone?” I say. “Not very smart are you?”
            His bright eyes squint a little. “Well, you see, I have death serum resistance and a weapon, and you have no way to fight me. There’s no way you can steal four virus devices while I have you at gunpoint. I’m afraid you’ve come all this way for no reason, and it will be at the expense of your life. The death serum may not have killed you, but I am going to. I’m sure you understand -- officially we don’t allow capital punishment, but I can’t have you surviving this.”
            He thinks I’m here to steal the weapons that will reset the experiments, not deploy one of them. Of course he does.
            I try to guard my expression, though I’m sure it’s still slack. I sweep my eyes across the room, searching for the device that will release the memory serum virus. I was there when Matthew described it to Caleb in painstaking detail earlier: a black box with a silver keypad, marked with a strip of blue tape with a model number written on it. It is one of the only items on the counter along the left wall, just a few feet away from me. But I can’t move, or else he’ll kill me.
            I’ll have to wait for the right moment,  and do it fast.
            “I know what you did,” I say. I start to back up, hoping that the accusation will distract him. “I know you designed the attack simulation. I know you’re responsible for my parents’ deaths -- for my mother’s death. I know.”
            “I am not responsible for her death!” David says, the words bursting from him, too loud and too sudden. “I told her what was coming just before the attack began, so she had enough time to escort her loved ones to a safe house. If she had stayed put, she would have lived. But she was a foolish woman who didn’t understand making sacrifices for the greater good, and it killed her!”
            I frown at him. There’s something about his reaction -- about the glassiness of his eyes -- something that he mumbled when Nita shot him with the fear serum -- something about her.
            “Did you love her?” I say. “All those years she was sending you correspondence… the reason you never wanted her to stay there… the reason you told her you couldn’t read her updates anymore, after she married my father…”
            David sits still, like a statue, like a man of stone.
            “I did,” he says. “But that time is past.”
            That must be why he welcomed me into his circle of trust, why he gave me so many opportunities. Because I am a piece of her, wearing her hair and speaking with her voice. Because he has spent his life grasping at her and coming up with nothing.
            I hear footsteps in the hallway outside. The soldiers are coming. Good -- I need them to. I  need them to exposed to the airborne serum, to pass it on to the rest of the compound. I hope they wait until the air is clear of death serum.
            “My mother wasn’t a fool,” I say. “She just understood something you didn’t. That it’s not sacrifice if it’s someone else’s life you’re giving away, it’s just evil.”
            I back up another step and say, “She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person’s genetics. That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don’t have enough of their own. That’s why I need to stop you from ‘sacrificing’ all those people and their memories. Why I need to rid the world of you once and for all.”
            I shake my head.
            “I didn’t come here to steal anything David.
I twist and lunge toward the device. The gun goes off. Then again. But this time it sounds different. Pain pulses through my body. I hear Caleb’s voice repeating the code, as if standing behind me helping me, encouraging me. My vision is starting to blacken. It will not end here. I won’t let it. I hear Caleb’s voice again as I finish typing in the code. The green button.
So much pain.
But how when my body feels so numb?
I start to fall and slam my hand onto the keypad on my way down.
A light turns on behind the green button. I hear a beep, and a churning sound.
I slide to the floor. I feel something warm dripping down my forehead onto my cheek. I raise a shaky hand and touch it.
Red. Blood is a strange color. Dark.
From the corner of my eye, I see David slumped over in his chair, a bullet in his shoulder. It doesn’t make sense. But then again, nothing does anymore.
I feel a hand interlock with mine. I must be dying. Death has come to guide me to my fate.
I am done here.
It’s when I feel a squeeze that I open my eyes to see Caleb, lying next to me, gun in hand.
He had come back for me. But not from guilt. The look in his eyes tells of a different reason.
As we both drift off into the unknown, I whisper, “I love you” just before he is gone.
Caleb is dead. He came back to help me. He couldn’t let his sister die for him, for his guilt. He may have chosen Eurdite, helped Jeanine, and delivered me to my own execution, but the last little part of him that was Abnegation told him that running away wasn’t the right thing to do.
Fighting side by side with me, he died like my parents. For me. For something bigger than all of us.
Everyone in my family is dead, but they did not die for nothing.

And I won’t have either.

The threads of the serum that tugged me earlier tug again.
This time I do not resist. I go with them.
I am done here.

Evelyn brushes the tears from her eyes with her thumb. We stand by the windows, shoulder to shoulder, watching the snow swirl past. Some of the flakes gather on the windowsill outside, piling at the corners.
            The feeling as returned to my hands. As I stare out at the world, dusted in white, I feel like everything has begun again, and it will be better this time.
            “I think I can get in touch with Marcus over the radio to negotiate a peace agreement,” Evelyn says. “He’ll be listening in; he’d be stupid not to.”
            “Before you do that, I made a promise I have to keep,” I say. I touch Evelyn’s shoulder. I expected to see strain at the edges of her smile, but I don’t.
I feel a twinge of guilt. I didn’t come here to ask her to lay down arms for me, to trade in everything she’s worked for just to get me back. But then again, I didn’t come here to give her any choice at all. I guess Tris was right—when you have to choose between two bad options, you pick the one that saves the people you love. I wouldn’t have been saving Evelyn by giving her that serum. I would have been destroying her.
Peter sits with his back to the wall in the hallway. He looks up at me when I lean over him, his dark hair stuck to his forehead from the melted snow.
            “Did you reset her?” he says.
            “No,” I say.
            “Didn’t think you would have the nerve.”
            “It’s not about nerve. You know what? Whatever.” I shake my head and hold up the vial of memory serum. “Are you still set on this?”
            He nods.
            “You could just do the work, you know,” I say. “You could make better decisions, make a better life.”
            “Yeah I could,” he says. “But I won’t. We both know that.”
            I do know that. I know change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten. He is afraid that he will not be able to put in that work, that he will squander those days, and that they will leave him worse off than he is now. And I understand that feeling—I understand being afraid of yourself.
            So I have him sit on one of the couches, and I ask him what he wants me to tell him about himself, after his memories disappear like smoke. He just shakes his head. Nothing. He wants to retain nothing.
            Peter takes the vial with a shaking hand and twists off the cap. The liquid trembles inside it, almost spilling over the lip. He holds it under his nose to smell it.
            “How much should I drink?” he says, and I think I hear his teeth chattering.
            “I don’t think it makes a difference,” I say.
            “Okay. Well… here goes.” He lifts the vial up to the light like he is toasting me.
            When he touches it to his mouth I say, “Be brave.”
            Then he swallows.
            And I watch Peter disappear.

The air outside tastes like ice.
            “Hey! Peter!” I shout, my breaths turning to vapor.
            Peter stands by the doorway to the Eurdite headquarters, looking clueless. AT the sound of his name—which I have told him at least ten times since he drank the serum—he raises his eyebrows pointing to his chest. Matthew told us people would be disoriented for a while after drinking the memory serum, but I didn’t think “disoriented” meant “stupid” until now.
            I sigh. “Yes, that’s you! For the eleventh time! Come on, let’s go.”
            I thought that when I looked at him after he drank the serum, I would still see the initiate who shoved a butter knife into Edward’s eye, and the boy who tried to kill my girlfriend, and all the other things he has done, stretching backward for as long as I’ve known him. But it’s easier than I thought to see that he has no idea who he is anymore. His eyes still have that wide, innocent look, but this time, I believe it.
            Evelyn and I walk side by side, with Peter trotting behind us. The snow has stopped falling now, but enough has collected on the ground that it squeaks under my shoes.
            We walk to Millennium Park, where the mammoth bean sculpture reflects the moonlight, and then down a set of stairs. As we descend, Evelyn wraps her hand around my elbow to keep her balance, and we exchange a look. I wonder if she is as nervous as I am to see my father again. I wonder if she is nervous every time.
            At the bottom of the steps is a pavilion with two glass blocks, each one at least three times as tall as I am, at either end. This is where we told Marcus and Johanna we would meet them—both parties armed, to be realistic but even.
            They are already there. Johanna isn’t holding a gun, but Marcus is, and he has it trained on Evelyn. I point the gun Evelyn gave me at him just to be safe. I notice the planes of his skull, showing through his shaved hair, and the jagged path his crooked nose carves down his face.
            “Tobias!” Johanna says. She wears a coat in Amity red, dusted with snowflakes. “What are you doing here?”
            “Trying to keep you all from killing each other,” I say. “I’m surprised you’re carrying a gun.”
            I nod to the bulge in her coat pocket, the unmistakable contours of a weapon.
            “Sometimes you have to take difficult measures to ensure peace,” Johanna says. “I believe you agree with that, as a principle.”
            “We’re not here to chat, Marcus says, looking at Evelyn. “You said you wanted to talk about a treaty.”
            The past few weeks have taken something from him. I can see it in the turned-down corners of his mouth, in the purple skin under his eyes. I see my own eyes set into his skull, and think of my reflection in the fear landscape, how terrified I was, watching his skin spread over mine like a rash. I still am nervous that I will become him, even now. Standing at odds with him with my mother at my side, like I always dreamed I would when I was a child.
            But I don’t think I’m still that afraid.
            “Yes,” Evelyn says. “I have some terms for us both to agree to. I think you will find them fair. If you agree to them, I will step down and surrender whatever weapons I have that my people are not using for personal protection. I will leave the city and not return.”
            Marcus laughs. I’m not sure if it’s a mocking laugh or a disbelieving one. He’s equally capable of either sentiment, an arrogant and deeply suspicious man.
            “Let her finish,” Johanna says quietly, tucking her hands into her sleeves.
            “In return,” Evelyn says, “you will not attack or try to seize control of the city. You will allow those people who wish to leave and seek a new life elsewhere to do so. You will allow those who choose to stay to vote on new leaders and a new social system. And most importantly, you, Marcus, will not be eligible to lead them.”
            It is the only purely selfish term of the peace agreement. She told me she couldn’t stand the thought of Marcus duping more people into following him, and I didn’t argue with her.
            Johanna raises her eyebrows. I notice that she has pulled her hair back on both sides, to reveal the scar in its entirety. She looks better that way—stronger, when she is not hiding behind a curtain of hair, hiding who she is.
            “No deal,” Marcus says. “I am the leader of these people.”
            “Marcus,” Johanna says.
            He ignores her. “You don’t get to decide whether I lead them or not because you have a grudge against me Evelyn.”
            “Excuse me,” Johanna says loudly. “Marcus, what she is offering is too good to be true—we get everything we want without all the violence! How can you possibly say no?”
            “Because I am the rightful leader of these people!” Marcus says. “I am the leader of the Allegiant! I—“
            “No you are not,” Johanna says calmly. “I am the leader of the Allegiant. And you are going to agree to this treaty, or I am going to tell them that you had a chance to end this conflict without bloodshed if you sacrificed your pride and you said no.”
            Marcus’s passive mask is gone, revealing the malicious face beneath it. But even he can’t argue with Johanna, whose perfect calm and perfect threat have mastered him. He shakes his head but doesn’t argue again.
            “I agree to your terms,” Johanna says, and she holds out her hand, her footsteps squeaking in the snow.
            Evelyn removes her glove fingertip by fingertip, reaches across the gap, and shakes.
            “In the morning we should gather everyone together and tell them the new plan,” Johanna says. “Can you guarantee a sage gathering?”
            “I’ll do my best,” Evelyn says.
            I check my watch. An hour has passed since Amar and Christina separated from us near the Hancock building, which means he probably knows that the serum virus didn’t work. Or maybe he doesn’t. Either way, I have to do what I came here to do—I have to find Zeke and his mother and tell them what happened to Uriah.
            “I should go,” I say to Evelyn. “I have something else to take care of. But I’ll pick you up from the city limits tomorrow afternoon?”
            “Sounds good,” Evelyn says, and he rubs my arm briskly with a gloved hand, like she used to when I came in from the cold as a child.
            “You won’t be back, I assume?” Johanna says to me. “You’ve found a life for yourself on the outside?”
            “I have,” I say. “Good luck in here. The people outside—they’re going to try to shut the city down. You should be ready for them.”
            Johanna smiles. “I’m sure we can negotiate with them.”
            She offers me her hand, and I shake it. I feel Marcus’s eyes on me like an oppressive weight threatening to crush me. I force myself to look at him.
            “Good bye,” I say to him, and I meant it.

Hana, Zeke’s mother, has small feet that don’t touch the ground when she sits in the easy chair in their living room. She is wearing a ragged black bathrobe and slippers, but the air she has, with her hands folded in her lap and her eyebrows raised, is so dignified that I feel like I am standing in front of a world leader. I glance at Zeke, who is rubbing his fists to wake up.
            Amar and Christina found them, not among the other revolutionaries near the Hancock building, but in the family apartment in the Pire, above the Dauntless headquarters. I only found them because Christina thought to leave Peter and me a note with their location on the useless truck. Peter is waiting in the new van Evelyn found for us to drive to the Bureau.
            “I’m sorry, I say. “I don’t know where to start.”
            “You might begin with the worst,” Hana says. “Like what exactly happened to my son.”
            “He was seriously injured during an attack,” I say. “There was an explosion, and he was very close to it.”
            “Oh God,” Zeke says, and he rocks back and forth like his body wants to be a child again, soothed by motion.
            But Hana just bends her head, hiding her face from me.
            Their living room smells like garlic and onion, maybe remnants from that night’s dinner. I lean my shoulder into the white wall by the doorway. Hanging crookedly next to me is a picture of the family—Zeke as a toddler, Uriah as a baby, balancing on his mother’s lap. Their father’s face is pierced in several places, nose, ear and lip, but his wide, bright, smile and dark complexion are more familiar to me, because he passed them both to his sons.
            “He has been in a coma since then,” I say. “And…”
            “And he isn’t going to wake up,” Hana says, her voice strained. “That is what you came to tell us right?”
            “Yes,” I say. “I came to collect you so that you can make a decision on his behalf.”
            “A decision?” Zeke says. “You mean, to unplug him or not?”
            “Zeke,” Hana says, and she shakes her head. He sinks back into the couch. The cushions seem to wrap around him.
            “Of course we don’t want to keep him alive that way,” Hana says. “He would want to move on. But we would like to go see him,”
            I nod. “Of course. But there’s something else I should say. The attack… it was a kind of uprising that involved some of the people from the place where we were staying. And I participated in it.”
            I stare at the crack in the floorboards right in front of me, at the dust that has gathered over time, and wait for a reaction, any reaction. What greets me is only silence.
            “I didn’t do what you asked me,” I say to Zeke. “I didn’t watch out for him the way I should have. And I’m sorry.”
            I chance a look at him, and he is just sitting still, staring at the empty vase on the coffee table. It is painted with faded pink roses.
            “I think we need some time with this,” Hana says. She clears her throat, but it doesn’t help her tremulous voice.
            “I wish I could give it to you,” I say. “But we’re going back to the compound very soon, and you have to come with us.”
            “All right,” Hana says. “If you can wait outside, we will be there in five minutes.”

            The ride back to the compound is slow and dark. I watch the moon disappear and reappear behind the clouds as we bump over the ground. When we reach the other limits of the city. It begins to snow again, large, light flakes that swirl in front of the head lights. I wonder if Tris is watching it sweep across the pavement and gather in piles by the airplanes. I wonder if she is living in a better world than the one I left, among people who no longer remember what it is to have pure genes.
            Christina leans forward to whisper into my ear, “So you did it? It worked?”
            I nod. In the rearview mirror I see her touch her face with both hands, grinning into her palms. I know how she feels: safe. We are all safe.
            “Did you inoculate your family?” I say.
            “Yep. We found them with the Allegiant, in the Hancock building,” she says. “But the time for the reset has passed -- it looks like Tris and Caleb stopped it.”
            Hana and Zeke murmur to each other on the way there, marveling at the strange, dark world we move through. Amar gives the basic explanation as we go, looking back at them instead of the road far too often for my comfort. I try to ignore my surges of panic as he almost veers into streetlights or road barriers, and focus instead on the snow.
            I have always hated the emptiness that winter brings, the blanket landscape and the stark difference between sky and ground, the way it transforms trees into skeletons and the city into a wasteland. Maybe this winter I can be persuaded otherwise.
            We drive past the fences and stop by the front doors, which are no longer manned by guards. We get out, and Zeke seizes his mother’s hand to steady her as she shuffles through the snow. As we walk into the compound, I know for a fact that Caleb succeeded, because there is no one in sight. That can only mean that they have been reset, their memories forever altered.
            “Where is everyone?” Amar says.
            We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side, I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there’s a bandage on her head. But that’s not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face.
            “What is it?” I say.
            Cara shakes her head.
            “Where’s Tris?” I say.
            “I’m sorry, Tobias.”
            “Sorry about what?” Christina says roughly. “Tell us what happened!”
            “Tris went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb,” Cara says. “She survived the death serum, and set off the memory serum, but she was shot… in the head. She’s alive… but it doesn’t look good. I’m so sorry.”
Most of the time I can tell when people are lying, and this must be a lie, because Tris is fine. Her eyes bright and cheeks flushed and her small body fully of power, and strength, standing in a shaft of light in the atrium. Tris is fine, she wouldn’t leave me here alone, and she wouldn’t go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb.
            I take off running to the hospital wing where she remains fighting.
            As I’m running I realize: of course Tris would go to the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb.
            Of course she would.
            Christina yells after me, but to me her voice sounds muffled, like I have submerged my head underwater. The details of the halls are difficult to see, the world smearing together into dull colors.
            When I reach her room, I look in. All I can do is stand still—if I stand still I can pretend everything is all right. That she isn’t dying right in front of me.
            All I’m doing is standing still. Helpless.

As I sat next to her bed, I remembered when her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable—except that she had jumped first. The Stiff had jumped first.
            Even I didn’t jump first.
            Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
But that wasn’t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped.
            I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
I’ve been with her for a week now. They say she gets better every day, but she’s a fighter, I hoped she would. I’d be excited about her progress, but everyone has warned me that when she’s finally awake, I might not have my Tris back.
            They don’t know what she’ll be like. No one’s ever survived the death serum. Not to mention she was shot in the head, and laid there dying while everyone was gassed. And I was nowhere near her.
            I should have been there. I didn’t feel right leaving her alone with this big of a task.
I’m always right, I can hear her say.
            But this time she wasn’t. I’ve let her down so many times because I wouldn’t listen to her. For trusting my own instincts over my own.
            I was so worried about letting her down again, that I ignored what I felt completely.
            And now she’s here. And it’s my fault.
I’m in a daze. I haven’t slept, but I don’t feel tired. I try to keep busy, keep the company of others, and am crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I feel like I have lost everything. I watch everyone else recover from the memory serum that altered them permanently. Those that are lost are gathered into groups and given the truth: that human nature is complex, that all our genes are different, but neither damaged nor pure, and Tris is a hero. They were also given a lie: that their memories were erased because of a freak accident, and that they were on the verge of lobbying the government for equality for GD’s.
            My hands shake as I stop by the control room to watch the city on the screens. Johanna is arranging transportation for those who want to leave the city. They will come here to learn the truth. I don’t know what will happen to those who remain in Chicago, and I’m not sure I care.
            I shove my hands into my pockets and watch for a few minutes, then walk away again, trying to match my footsteps to my heartbeat, or to avoid the cracks between the tiles. When I walk past the entrance I see a small group of people gathered by the stone sculpture, one of them in a wheelchair—Nita.
I was there for some of Uriah’s last breaths. Christina found me to let me know that they were unplugging him.
 We go to the observation window, my body aching with each step. Evelyn is there—Amar picked her up in my stead, a few days ago. She tries to touch my shoulder and I yank it away, not wanting to be comforted. I don’t deserve it.
 Inside the room, Zeke and Hana stand on either side, holding his hands. I notice a doctor standing near the heart rate monitor, extending a clipboard not to Hana or Zeke but to David. Sitting in his wheelchair. Hunched and dazed, like all the others who have lost their memories.
            “What is he doing here?” I feel like all my muscles and bones and nerves are on fire.
            “He’s still technically the leader of the Bureau, at least until they replace him,” Cara says from behind me. “Tobias, he doesn’t remember anything. The man you knew doesn’t exist anymore; he’s as good as dead. That man doesn’t remember shooting—“
            “Shut up!” I snap. David signs the clipboard and turns around, pushing himself through the door. It opens and I can’t stop myself—I lunge toward him, and only Evelyn’s wiry frame stops me from wrapping my hands around his throat. He gives me a strange look and pushes himself down the hallway as I press against my mother’s arm, which feels like a bar across my shoulders.
“Tobias,” Evelyn says. “Calm down.”
            “Why didn’t someone lock him up?” I demand, my eyes to blurry to see out of.
            “Because he still works for the government,” Cara says. “Just because they’ve declared it an unfortunate accident doesn’t mean they’ve fired everyone. And the government isn’t going to lock him up just because he shot a rebel under duress.”
            “A rebel,” I repeat. “That’s all she is now?”
“Of course not,” Cara says softly. “She’s a hero now, but as far as everyone is concerned now, it was an accident. Confusion. It was chaos around here. No one knew who the good guys were.”
            I’m about to respond, but Christina interrupts, “Guys, they’re doing it.”
In Uriah’s room, Zeke and Hana join their free hands over Uriah’s body. I see Hana’s lips moving, but I can’t tell what she’s saying—do the Dauntless have prayers for the dying? The Abnegation react to death with silence and service, not words. I find my anger ebbing away, and I’m lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah, whose smile is burned into my memory. My friend’s brother, and then my friends too, though not for long enough to let his humor work its way into me, not for long enough.
The doctor flips some switches, his clipboard clutched to his stomach, and the machines stop breathing for Uriah. Zeke’s shoulders shake, and Hana squeezes his hand tightly, until her knuckles go white.
Then she says something, and her hands spring open, and she steps back from Uriah’s body. Letting him go.
I move away from the window, walking at first, and then running, pushing my way through the hallways, careless, blind, empty.
Bright lights.
Am I alive?
My name is Beatrice Prior…
I know nothing else.
I wake up to Christina standing over me, eyes wild with excitement.
            “Tris!” She’s pants. “She’s awake!”
Before I even realize it, I’m jumping out of my bed and take off running. When I reach the hospital, I shove doctors out of my way and practically kick her door open.
            She stares at me. She’s there. Awake.
            I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.
            She looks the same, yet different. She’s quiet and still.          
            And she’s scared. She’s looking at me like a stranger…
She doesn’t remember me.
CHAPTER 58 –Tobias
Doctors come running in and drag me out of her room.
            “I tried to stop you… to tell you,” he says calmly.
            “She doesn’t remember me, does she? She never will…” I say. My face is getting hot, my eyes are burning. I can feel my heart dropping.
            “We’ve kept her sedated because of her wounds. We wouldn’t know anything about her memory until she woke up. When we got to her she was very weak... not only did she fight off the death serum, which is a miracle in itself, she was shot pretty severely in the head, it was all just too much. I’m so—“
            “Sorry?” I say coldly. I turn and walk out.
After all we have been through, she’s alive. She’s mine to have again.
            But she’s gone. She’s not Tris. She’s not the same. She never will be.
I don’t know if I can take this anymore. I’ve always been worried I’d lose her to death. This is much worse. It sounds selfish, but I’d almost rather her be dead. Just a memory for me to have forever.
            Now she’ll be around, alive. I’ll know she’s here, so close to me, but I can never have her. I’ll always love her. Even the Tris who she becomes without her memories.
            But will she love me?
The next day I take a truck from the compound. The people there are still recovering from their memory loss, so no one tries to stop me. I drive over the railroad tracks toward the city, my eyes wandering over the skyline but not really taking it in.
            When I reach the fields that separate the city from the outside world, I press down on the accelerator. The truck crushes dying grass and snow beneath its tired, and soon the ground turns into pavement in the Abnegation sector, and I barely feel the passage of time. The streets are all the same, but my hands and feet know where to go, even if my mind doesn’t bother to guide them. I pull up to the house near the stop sign, with the cracked front walk.
            My house.
            I walk through the front door and up the stairs, still with that muffled feeling in my ears, like I am drifting far away from the world. People talk about the pain of grief, but I don’t know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.
            I press my palm to the panel covering the mirror upstairs, and push it aside. Though the light of sunset is orange, creeping across the floor and illuminating my face from below, I have never looked paler; the circles under my eyes have never been more pronounced. I have spent the past few days somewhere between sleeping and waking, not quite able to manage either extreme.
            I plug the hair clippers into the outlet near the mirror. The right guard is already in place, so all I have to do is run it though my hair, bending my ears down to protect them from the blade, turning my head to check the back of my neck for places I might have missed. The shorn hair falls on my feet and shoulders, itching whatever bare skin it finds. I run my hand over my head to make sure it’s even, but I don’t need to check, not really. I learned to do this myself when I was young.
            I spend a lot of time brushing it from my shoulders and feet, then sweeping it into a dustpan. When I finish, I stand in front of the mirror again, and I can see the edges of my tattoo, the Dauntless flame.
            I take a vial of memory serum from my pocket. I know that one vial will erase most of my life, but not all of it. I will still know how to write, how to speak, how to put together a computer, but I won’t remember her. Our memories.
            The experiment is over. Johanna successfully negotiated with the government—David’s superiors—to allow the former faction members to stay in the city, provided they are self-sufficient, submit to the government’s authority, and allow outsiders to come in and join them, making Chicago just another metropolitan area, like Milwaukee. The Bureau, once in charge of the experiment, will now keep order in Chicago’s city limits.
            It will be the only metropolitan area in the country governed by people who don’t believe in genetic damage. A kind of paradise. Matthew told me he hopes people from the fringe will trickle in to fill all the empty spaces, and find there a life more prosperous than the one they left.
            All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dully and empty life, but he is at least a whole person, not this fragment of a person that I am, too damaged by pain to become anything useful.
            “Matthew told me you stole some of the memory serum and a truck,” Says a voice at the end of the hallway. Christina’s. “I have to say, I didn’t really believe him.”
            I must not have heard her enter the house through the muffle. Even her voice sounds like it is traveling through water to reach my ears, and it takes me a few seconds to make sense of what she says. When I do, I look at her and say, “Then why did you come, if you didn’t believe him?”
            “Just in case,” she says, starting towards me. “Plus I wanted to see the city one more time before it all changes. Give me the vial Tobias.”
            “No.” I fold my fingers over it to protect it from her. “This is my decision. Not yours.”
            Her dark eyes widen, and her face is radiant with sunlight. It makes every strand of her thick, dark hair gleam orange like it’s on fire.
            “This is not your decision,” she says. “This is the decision of a coward, and you’re a lot of things, Four, but not a coward. Never.”
            “Maybe I am now,” I answer passively. “Things have changed. I’m all right with it.”
            “No you’re not.”
            I feel so exhausted all I can do is roll my eyes.
            “You can’t become a person she would hate,” Christina says, quietly this time. “And she would’ve hated this.”
            Anger stampedes through me, hot and lively, and the muffled feeling around my ears falls away, making even this quiet Abnegation street sounds loud. I shudder with the force of it.
            “Shut up!” I yell. “Shut up! You don’t know what she would hate—no one does! Not even me! She’s not Tris anymore! She’s just—“
            “I know she wouldn’t want you to just erase her from your memory like she didn’t even matter to you! No one would!”
            I lunge toward her, pinning her shoulder to the wall, and lean closer to her face.
            “If you dare suggest that again,” I say, “I’ll—“
            “You’ll what?” Christina shoves me back, hard. “Hurt me? You know, there’s a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it’s coward.
            I remember my father’s screams filling the house, and his hand around my mother’s throat, slamming her into walls and doors. I remember watching from my doorway, my hand wrapped around the door frame. And I remember hearing quiet sobs through her bedroom door, how she locked it so I couldn’t get in.
            I step back and slump against the wall, letting my body collapse into it.
            “I’m sorry.” I say.
            “I know,” she answers.
            We stand still for a few seconds, just looking at each other. I remember hating her the first time I met her, because she was a Candor, because words just dribbled out of her mouth unchecked, careless. But over time she showed me who she really was, a forgiving friend, faithful to the truth, brave enough to take action. I can’t help but like her now, can’t help but see what Tris saw in her.
            “I know how it feels to want to forget everything,” she says. “I also know how it feels to lose someone you love for no reason, and want to trade all your memories of them for just a moment’s peace.”
            She wraps her hand around mine, which is wrapped around the vial.
            “I didn’t know Will long,” she says, “but he changed my life. He changed me. And I know Tris changed you even more.”
            The hard expression she wore a moment ago melts away, and she touches my shoulders lightly.
            “The person you became with her is worth being,” she says. “If you swallow that serum, you’ll never be able to find your way back to him.”
            The tears come again, like when I first learned how serious Tris’ condition was. This time, pain comes with them, hot and sharp in my chest. I clutch the vial in my first, desperate for the relief it offers, the protection from the pain of every memory clawing inside me like an animal.
            Christina puts her arms around my shoulders, and her embrace only makes the pain worse, because it reminds me of every time Tris’s thin arms slipped around me, uncertain at first but then stronger, more confident, more sure of herself and of me. It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, not even her. The Tris I know and love is gone.
            Crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do. Christina holds me upright and doesn’t say a word for a long time.
            Eventually I pull away, but her hands stay on my shoulders, warm and rough with calluses. Maybe just as skin on a hand grows tougher after pain in repetition, a person does too. But I don’t want to become a calloused man.
            There are other kinds of people in this world. There is the kind like Tris, who after suffering and betrayal, could still find enough love to sacrifice her life instead of her brothers. The kind like Caleb, confused and cowardly, but will come through in the end to help someone he loves. The kind like Peter, evil and unable to change. Or the kind like Cara, who could still forgive the person who shot her brother in the head. Or Christina, who lost friend after friend but still decided to stay open, to make new ones. Appearing in front of me is another choice, brighter and stronger than the ones I gave myself.
            My eyes opening, I offer the vial to her. She takes it and pockets it.
            “I know Zeke’s still weird around you,” she says slinging an arm across my shoulders. “But I can be your friend in the meantime. We can even exchange bracelets if you want, like the Amity girls used to.”
            “I don’t think that will be necessary.”
            We walk down the stairs and out to the street together. The sun has slipped behind the buildings of Chicago, and in the distance I hear a train rushing over the rails, but we are moving away from this place and all that it has meant to us, and that is all right.
            There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.
            But sometimes it doesn’t.
            Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.
            That is the sort of bravery I must have now.

It’s strange, being told about your own life They say that boy—that man—that came bursting into my room when I first woke up was my boyfriend once. Tobias? I think his name was.
I would say it was some sick joke they were playing on me, but the way he looked at me, the hurt in his eyes, told me they weren’t lying.
I guess I was a very brave and selfless person. Everyone, strangers, keeps praising me as some sort of hero, but I don’t know why. I was a hero. But I that’s not who I am anymore.
            I don’t know who I am.
Tobias keeps coming by to see me. Though he never comes in. I don’t know what this feeling is, but when I look at him, I remember. Not events or details, but emotions.
            Wanting. Anger. Sadness. Joy.
            I have no doubt he loves me. And I know I loved him too, I can feel it. But could I love him again? He’s a stranger. Though sometimes the way he looks at me, I know he’s seen more of me than anyone.
            I want to love him.
            I want him to be happy.
I ask for him.
Tris asked for me yesterday. I didn’t go. Walking by her room is torture enough, but actually going in to talk to her? I can’t do it.
But I do.
She’s waiting for me when I get there.
            “I didn’t think you’d come.” She says.
            “I wasn’t going to. But it didn’t feel right, just leaving you.”
            “I want to tell you something…”
            She stares at her hands. It’s funny. She may be a totally different person, but I can still read her emotions. She doesn’t look confused or sad. She looks, embarrassed and uncomfortable.
            “Sometimes when you look at me… I can tell that we’ve… been intimate. You’ve seen more of me than anyone. I can feel that,” her cheeks flush red with embarrassment, “I don’t remember you.” Her words cut through me. It stings. Bad. “But when I see you, I get… emotional. All of these feelings flood my thoughts. The strongest of them being love. I’m telling you this because I want you to be happy. I loved you once, I’m sure of it,” she continues.
            Is she going to try and love me again? Do I want her to?
            “But I don’t… know you. And you don’t know me. I don’t know if I can love you like before. I don’t know if I can love you the way you want me to.”
            I can feel my heart exploding. My eyes are watering. I’m speechless. She’s just staring at me now, as if she didn’t just rip my whole world apart. All of my memories of us come crashing back. I let her in. I took her through my fear landscape. She helped me get through all of it. How could I possibly live without her? She helped me overcome some of my greatest fears. She knows my deepest secrets. I was able to share my pain with her, and it felt amazing not having to carry that weight alone anymore. And now it’s all back, on me, alone. Crushing me. Suffocating me.
            She’s still just sitting there. Waiting. Waiting for me to react. I want to leave, but I can’t. I start to get up, but there’s one more thing I need to do. I cannot just leave without it, at least, I hope I don’t have to.
            “I know you don’t remember anything. About before, about me. Every time I thought I had lost you, all I wanted was one more kiss. To wrap you in my arms one last time. And now that I am losing you, it’s still all I want.” I know she understands what I am asking. But she takes her time thinking about it. I can tell she doesn’t want me to. It was a selfish thing to ask. But it’s what I need.
            She can tell I’m collapsing.
            She raises her hand, waving me towards her.
I walk toward her, awkwardly, timidly. It’s weird knowing everything about someone, knowing them so intimately, but having them look at you like you are a stranger. This is my last moment with her, ever. I’m next to the bed and I lean toward her, looking deep into those eyes that I’ve stared into for so long. Savoring every moment. Wishing it could last forever. I slide my hand toward the side of her face, brushing a piece of her hair away as I have done so many times before, so familiar but so new. We close our eyes, and I kiss her one last time.
CHAPTER 63 –Tris
I didn’t want to say yes, but I felt I owed it to him, for him to be happy.
His lips meet mine. My head starts racing.
Trains. Net. Blue eyes. Strong hand. Pain.
Desire. Ferris Wheel. Fear. Secrets. War.
Serums. Fence. Bureau. Experiments. Intimacy.
CHAPTER 64 –Tobias
I’m about to pull away from my past, present, and future with Tris when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in deeper. And for a moment, it’s as if the real Tris is here with me. Kissing me as she often did when we had been separated, fighting for each other, for us.
            I don’t know what is happening. I don’t know why she is doing this. But I never want it to stop.
She pulls away, holding my face between her hands grinning from ear to ear.

            “I’ve missed kissing you… Four.”


  1. Hey I LOVED it as I've said in the amazon comments, and I would LOVE to see what happens after that passionate kiss Tris and Tobias Shares! Any thoughts, ideas? I would love to see more of your ideas on what happens next! So in other words, PLEASE WRITE! I want to know if they make it through this hardship! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE! :)

    1. Thanks! I told all of my friends/family who read the book that I did not plan on re-writing the epilogue. Though I have some ideas to keep it the same/change it (obviously since Tris is still alive).

      I was waiting for some feedback though before I spent time re-writing it, just in case it sucked and no one would want to read it. Since I'm getting so much positive feedback though, I may very well re-write the epilogue! It also happens that I have some free time this weekend ;)

    2. YES, PLEASE write the Epilogue, and more!!! I would love to see what happens! I want more of this series, and you are obviously the right person to write it! :) My post is ready to go up in the morning. I will add a link here and everywhere else, plus post the actual ending on goodreads, and a bunch of other places!

      I just keep re-reading that ending you wrote and it brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. And I can NOT find one thing wrong with it, it is SO PERFECT the way it is!

      You have made A LOT of MAD Divergent fans very happy! :-)

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  2. What a great ending! Thank you for writing it; you've made this former Veronica Roth fan very happy! :)

    1. So glad you liked it! I was hoping to mend broken hearts (I know I was a wreckkkk when I finished haha!)

      I've been getting questions about the epilogue, so I think that is my next re-write!

  3. I love this! Thank you, Stephanie! I wish I could insert this into my Nook in place of the Veronica Roth ending. Then I'd actually *want* to re-read the series.

    1. Awesome! Happy to hear of another person who liked my ending!

      Everyone always makes fun of me for not having a e-book, but now I'm glad I have the book! I was able to print it out in book format and just paperclip it right in there! Makes it easier to re-read.

      Of course it would be even easier if VR would just rerelease all her books with this ending ;)

      Thanks for the feedback!

  4. Hey everyone, Come check out this alternate ending @ Addicted Readers:

    I'm still breathless over this alternate ending, I LOVED IT!!!!

    THANK YOU Stephanie, You ROCK!!!!!! Now, We Want! :-)

  5. Ahhhhhh this was incredible! I absolutely hated Allegiant, the whole thing not just the ending. This was amazing and such a better route to go with! Love it, please write more - will be sharing this with as many people as I can!!! =D

    1. Thanks for the feedback!! I hope to have the epilogue done around Christmas time! :)

  6. That was beautiful
    Thanks you cured me i had a depressing day

    1. Yay! So happy I could cure another case of book depression!

  7. When are we going to get more??? My followers are asking for the epilogue. I just keep telling them to be patient its coming, I hope? Just know A LOT of people love this ending that you wrote and want more, including me! Let me know. :-)
    Here's my blog link:

    1. Sorry I've been sucking lately!! Teaching and coaching has gotten the best of me this month but I'm thinking perhaps I shall finish as a Christmas present to everyone? Working on it now! :)

  8. Amazing! Now I can finally sleep at night without feeling too of an deep empathy for Tobias.

    You should definitely do a epilogue.
    I have bookmarked this page just in case you ever decide to make one.


    1. Yes! I felt so terrible for him.

      I plan on having the epilogue done by Christmas for everyone! Thanks for the feedback!

  9. Thank you for this allegiant left a huge hole and this helped so much

    1. Glad you liked it!! That's exactly how I felt. I wasn't sure if i wanted to throw the book out thewindow or cry haha

  10. Thank you. That was the ending that was needed!

    1. Thanks for the feedback, glad you liked it!

  11. Thank you so much for writing this! I was an absolute mess when I finished the book and cried all day. I didn't expect there to be the typical happy ending where they walked off together into the sunset but I NEVER expected Tris to die. I had invested so much into these characters just to have my heart broken in the end. You wrote it the way the original should have been done and the way I hope they use when they make the movie. Thanks again and keep up the good work!

    1. Thanks for the feedback! So glad you liked it!! I felt the same way. I just gave the books to my sister to read. I put my ending in the back of allegient and told her if she didn't want her world destroyed to read mine instead haha!

  12. I'm yet another thankful reader of this ending. While I hear Roth's rationale for what she did, I don't think it was the most appropriate connection to make to the theme of "sacrifice" that ran through the book. Your ending completely made sense and still communicated that idea. This is the best ending I've read so far- keep up the good work!

    1. Thanks so much! So glad you enjoyed it!! My friend sent me the interview with VR where she explained why she ended it the way she did. I get it. And it made sense, but I agree, I don't think that's how it needed to end. Besides, Caleb never had one redeeming quality or moment. I pretty much couldn't stand him from Book 1. I feel he needed something, I couldn't stand that he lived and just let her do that.
      Anyways, before I get all heated about the subject haha thanks for the feedback! I'm glad to help my fellow book worms!

  13. So so great thank you !! Hey, I read the epilogue you did too, (I commented it) and I'm thinking, will you write what happens to Tobias and Tris right after she gets her memory back ? I so want to read more >< pretty please ?

    1. Hey thanks! Really glad you enjoyed it! Life is pretty jam packed for me right now, so I can't make any promises, but when things die down a little I will see what I can do! Thank you so much for the feedback, I reallyapappreciate it!

  14. I was reading the ending Roth wrote before bed, as you can imagine there was no sleep that night, and many stifled sobs. My friend told me to look up any alternate endings to help with the pain. It did. I love it so much it definitely mended the hardship. I posted this on Facebook, and plan on telling every one who reads the book about it. As one writer to another, well done. I can't wait to read more, and find out what happens :)

    1. I can't even imagine reading that before bed. I was at work when I finished it.I was a mess haha so upset. Thanks for sharing this with others! So glad you liked it and that it helped ease the pain! There is an rewritten epilogue posted here too! (In case yoh didn't know ;) )

  15. Thank you for the alternate ending! This has mended my heart to read this. I have been so sad about the ending. This was great! Thank you!

    1. Glad you enjoyed it!! I did not expect to heal this many people haha!

  16. Absolutely a perfect ending. You were spot on with Caleb. There are no words fire hire much happier I am to read this ending. Did you ever think about writing all of Allegiant? I'd totally pay for it!

    1. Autocorrect super late. Sorry!

    2. I never really thought about rewriting the whole thing, but the more reviews I read of the book the more I realized there were huge plot holes, and I've considered it more and more. Perhaps I will make that a Spring/Summer project! Thanks for the idea!

      And yea, I could not stand that Caleb lived. I wanted her to kill him off almost the entire time haha glad you enjoyed it!

  17. In order to explain my thoughts about this post, I have to give you a small glimpse into what just happened 30 minutes ago. I finished Allegiant. I sighed, closed the book and sat on the edge of my bed mulling it over. I didn't have the "breakdown" that many fans talk about. I wasn't completely opposed to Tris dying, but I felt like the fact that she did die left everyone else with unfinished business and the book with themes that didn't make sense.

    I went into my bathroom and started dyeing my hair. All I could think about was that the ending seemed completely contradictory. I didn't feel like Tris' sacrifice was selfless at all. I felt like she took Caleb's choice, to show her that he loved her, away from him. The entire thing just seemed very disagreeable to me.

    I decided to sit down at the computer and type out an alternate ending. Not for anyone else, just for me. I'm not a writer, I have never been. I knew it wouldn't be great, but I needed some sort of resolution. I started with bullet points of what I wanted to happen - 1) Tris resists the serum, David shoots Tris but is then shot (death was my preference!) by Caleb. Tris and Caleb are finally able to resolve their issues, because Caleb was able to show Tris that he did love her and his choice was to save her - and this would help Tris forgive Caleb. 2) Tris is wounded but doesn't die. But isn't alert when Tobias returns...

    I stopped there and wondered if I was the only fan who was completely disgruntled by VR's ending. And that's when I googled "Allegiant Alternate Ending" and came up with your post. It was absolutely surreal reading your words and your thoughts and how perfectly they matched mine. I loved the idea of Tris having no memories, since that has also been a prevalent theme in the book - who am I without my memories, thoughts, etc.

    So, in short, thank you! I would never have been able to write something so perfect, and now - without putting in the blood, sweat, and tears I finally have peace! You are a great writer; I hope to keep an eye out for any works that you come out with.

    Thanks again for the resolution. :)

    1. You're welcome!! Glad you enjoyed it!

      I was ok with Tris dying, truthfully I never reallllly enjoyed her character. One reason I kept her alive was because I felt so terrible for Tobias (because we're all in love with him.. right??) and I couldn't stand it, so I changed it. My second reason was that I think the way she died was kind of lame and stupid to her cause. And the third and final reason was because I just disliked Caleb so much, I wanted him to be killed off pretty much from Divergent on haha so I gave him a redeeming moment, and ended his life.

      But seriously, so glad you liked it! I knew I wasn't the only one who felt this way, but I just closed my eyes and started typing (explains the typos.. amiright?)

      Thanks for the feedback!!

  18. Did you write an epilogue ? And if so where can I find it ?? You did an excellent job I was very impressed and it definitely helped :)

    1. So glad you enjoyed it! I did write an epilogue, if you haven't found it already, just scroll up and on the right side of the page is a post titled, "The Epilogue is here!" and that's my rewritten epilogue.

      Hope you enjoy it!!

  19. Thank you!! I needed this! I just finished Allegiant yesterday and to say I was livid would be an understatement. This is the closure I needed to this series, and I truly appreciate the respect you gave to these characters that Roth did not. LOVE IT!!

    1. Glad I could bring closure to your life!! Thanks for the feedback :)

  20. Stephanie, this is AMAZING! Thank you so much! I just finished the series last night and did NOT have the peace to sleep. So strange that a story with fictional characters can do that to you.
    But after reading your piece, I really felt this was the way the story should've ended. It made more sense. I love the redeeming factor for Caleb. Everything comes together in the end, whereas in the book, it just feels like it was very sloppy with a lot of loose ends. It's almost as if Roth wanted a poignant ending to make up for the lacking story (could not stand how they were making out every five minutes... in a way it cheapened the relationship for me); killing Tris would definitely get a response if nothing else would. I don't know if I'm making my thoughts clear haha.
    I really enjoyed the epilogue also. I like how the send off was for Uriah instead. I really do hope more people find your ending to the story. And if there's anyway we can get it to Hollywood for the last installment of the series... THAT WOULD BE INCREDIBLE. I will sign the petition! Can someone find out how we can make this happen???

    (btw I created an account just so I could thank you and tell you how amazing you are)

    1. It definitely is amazing the way a book can affect you. Happens to me all the time, my husband thinks I'm crazy haha
      I'm glad you enjoyed the redeeming aspect for Caleb. As you may have read in my above comments, I wanted him to die pretty much from the first book, and each book only intensified that feeling. But I wanted his death to mean something, like their parents' deaths.

      I'm not sure how to start a petition, but I will definitely look into it and maybe even post it on here. All I know is I'm not seeing the movie, which I heard they changed a lot. News flash: change the last movie, not any of the others.

      Anywho, really glad you enjoyed it! And I appreciate the work you went through to create an account just to sing my praises :) this is literally the first thing I have ever written that someone, other than my parents, has read!! Thanks for the feedback!

  21. This is AMAZIMG!!!! Thank you sooooo much for writing this!!! It makes me so happy! And not only did you make a great ending but your writing seems like VR!!! Please write more!! I love this sooo much! Thanks again! <4

    1. Thanks! I tried to mimic her writing style a bit (which also happens to be very similar to how I like to write). I think it fit the book and the characters well so I didn't want to stray too far from it. I hope to write more over the summer and this will be the first place I post to!
      Thanks again!!

  22. So great you really saved me !
    Ive got such a hangover from this book my whole
    heart felt empty. When I read the ending I thaught it was a joke.I believe in your ending , want to print it out and put it in the book with your name under it.This way I can read the book again , without feeling sad after reading this crap.I want that my friends can read THIS ending when I lend it to them , an ending which is not destoying your life and even the sense of the book (how are we supposed to watch the movies? :( .. )
    Really good job thank you so much!

    1. Thanks for the feedback! Glad you enjoyed it! I seriously couldn't even look at another book without worrying it would tear me apart like this one did! I for one will not be seeing the movies til they are on Redbox. I don't know what they are going to do with the rest of the movies!!

  23. I think that every commenter on this thread has said everything that I feel in my heart about the crappy Allegiant ending. Your story is the one that my pretend boyfriend, Tobias, deserved. I can finally move on from this series and pretend that your ending is how the story resolved. Thank again for your gift of a story.

    1. haha "pretend boyfriend" that was seriously a huge motivator behind this alternate ending! I felt sooooo bad for Tobias I couldn't stand it! So glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the feedback :)

  24. This is amazing!! I love the ending, It inspired me to write my own epilogue for the book.!!

    1. You should share it!! I would love to read it. Truth be told, my heart wasn't entirely in my alternate epilogue and I'd love to read what you imagined up!

  25. I just finished like chapter 54 or something, and am trying to read further! AHH IT'S KILLING ME THAT TRIS DIES! But, THANK YOU SO MUCH for that ending!

    THANK YOU! Now I know that I'm not the only one who was annoyed (well, a little more than annoyed) when Tris died.

    1. I almost threw the book out the window. The only thing that stopped me was that I was at work haha I couldn't handle it! Glad I could help :) I was also VERY annoyed with Tris for that whole fiasco.

    2. I too did not like the ending.. It didn't match the store well.. Especially after everything they went through!!! They were meant to be together!!!

  26. Thank you so much!!!!!! I am going to staple you ending onto the pages of my 'Allegiant' book so I don't have to throw it away now. You have captured the heart of the characters and your ending was truly brilliant. It's what it should have been. I love that you were brave enough to even attempt to do this. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is so thankful and grateful for giving us an ending that doesn't make us want to crawl into a hole and burn our books in a fit of rage aka the original ending.

    Thank you again!! I hope you don't mind but I tweeted that everyone should come read your ending! #Allegiantbrokeme but #youfixedit

    1. Haha! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I think I sat in depression and straight up rage for about 30minutes before I decided I couldn't go on like this and rewrote the ending. Thanks so much for sharing it with others! I really appreciate it. I'm so glad you were satisfied and happy with it. I really wrote it for selfish purposes (to pretend the real ending didn't happen and I could erase it from my mind) and someone told me to share it! I never thought I'd be getting this much attention for it. Thanks again, I really appreciate it :)

  27. Thanks, really, for your alternate ending.
    The one written by VR is absolutely insane.

    I just needed something like this; she just threw away the entire trilogy with this nonsensical end.
    I'm just too upset about the real one... and it is also unrealistic. A girl, one that fought against all kind of troubles, instead of thinking about taking the gun from a man on a rollchair and then pushing the buttons, would really prefere to fuck it all up when everything was ending well? Seriously? It is not an Erudite neither a Dauntless behaviour. Just stupid one. I don't know if VR decided to end the book to comform the trend of "killing everyone" ispired by George Martin, but after Martin's choise you have at most a political or ethical reason, after Tris death you can only see a sadistic author.

    SO...Thank you.

    1. I was crippled by the ending. To say it almost ruined reading for me is an understatement. It didn't make any sense to me and I hate when books do that. I've read her responses on the subject and I guess it makes sense, but I felt that there were a thousand other, better, ways to end it. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for taking the time to comment :)

  28. I didnt even read the real ending of the book because my sister read them before i did and told me the ending. Im glad she did. I looked up an alternet ending rite away and read it instead of the real one

    1. Good call! The real ending was crippling! Thanks for the comment!

  29. Thanks so much for this Stephanie! The ending in the book made me so depressed! Love the memory loss idea, much more hopeful ending! Thanks again! Keep writing!

    1. I'm so glad you liked it! I too was seriously depressed. I almost broke down at work over it haha! If I do keep writing I will be posting here for all to read for free :) thanks for the kind words!

  30. So awesome. I hope someone passes this along to the producer before filming begins for the last installment! I had such a negative, visceral response to the original ending and was completely SHOCKED that I have been unable to think straight for the past few days (I just finished the series). I just could not understand how Tris was built up to survive so much and to find her way back to Tobias only to be shot and killed. Thank you so much for giving readers a more realistic (and positive) ending to an otherwise fantastic trilogy

    1. Words can't even describe the range of emotions I experienced when I finished the book. If I wasn't hit with such blind rage and depression the emotion I would most strongly associate with would've ben disgust. Seriously, I hated the ending that much. I felt there had to be another way. I'm glad you enjoyed my alternate ending and I would be ecstatic if they used this for the movie. Even if I didn't get paid for it haha they just need to do SOMETHING different. Thanks for the comment!!

  31. I LOVED your alternate ending for allegiant, because it just fit so well. But to be honest, I don't really like the alternate epilogue, because Veronica Roth's was actually rather good, which I felt sort of, kind of made up for the ending. This partially why I don't really like your version of the epilogue, because I feel like it parallels the original too much. Instead of sticking with the ziplining, maybe going into detail the original farewell to Uriah by the chasm. I don't know, it's just an idea anyways I really did enjoy the alternate ending, because I had literally just finished reading the book. I actually found this alternate version on facebook after looking for other people's reactions to the ending, so it seems to be rather popular! Thanks!

    1. Thanks for the feedback!! I will admit, my heart was not really in the epilogue as much as it was when I wrote the alternate ending. I think it was because I too was ok with the epilogue, and also because I seriously put all my emotion and heart into the ending that I didn't really think an epilogue was necessary. But I got several requests to write a new epilogue to fit my ending, and like the ending that I wrote, I didn't want to stray too far from the book (since obviously VR is a talented writer).

      I had actually totally forgotten about them parting with Uriah at the chasm. I guess that's what happens when you write the epilogue 6months after finishing the series and not re-reading it before rewriting it :/ that's just laziness on my part.

      I'm glad to hear it's making it's rounds on social media. I seriously never dreamed it would get this much attention! I didn't even plan on sharing it with people, I wrote it for my own personal closure.

      Thanks again for the feedback, I really to appreciate it! :)

  32. I've started a petition on to Let Tris Live!

    Show your support and add your signatures! Share it with friends and family. If we can build up enough momentum, Lionsgate/Summit might take notice and let tris live in Alligiance Part 2!!

    1. have you sent this to Summit Entertainment/Lionsgate and the script writers of Allegiant Part 2??????

    2. This is AWESOME!!
      Signed ;) thanks for the support!

  33. Stephanie, I admire your writing. I finished reading the book yesterday and felt so so unsatisfied and restless. It's when I stumbled upon your alternate ending and epilogue and read it, that I felt like truly being able to let it go from my mind.

    I cincerely hope that the producers of the movie consider your ending and epilogue! I would vote for that! It's great. It will surely be good for the viewing number, no doubt about that.

    Furthermore - this ending also had it's difficulties and issues - but still it feels honest and real. A way better choice than Roth's. I am so glad to have read this.

  34. Stephanie,
    Thank you so much for this alternate ending and epilogue! I finished reading Allegiant last night, right before bed and was so disappointed with the whole book, not only the end. The end just made it worst!!! I am so glad I decided to buy actual books for this series instead of digital book because I will print your end and epilogue and attach it to the book!!!!
    Again Thank you for giving a Mad fan some closure!!!

    1. I have it paperclipped into mine haha I'm so glad someone else enjoyed it :) I couldn't stand the ending and just had to do something!! Thanks for the feedback!

  35. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    have you sent this to Summit Entertainment/Lionsgate and the script writers of Allegiant Part 2??????

    1. Sorry it has taken me forever to respond (I've been in the process of moving cross country) I have not, but I might just find out how because I refuse to see the movies if they are going to stay semi-true to this book. Bleghh! I'm so glad you liked it!

  36. So good, my life once ruined is put back together again.

    1. Glad I could help! I was in pieces as well haha

  37. Thank you!! I thought I wouldn't be able to recover from the original ending but this definitely helped!! I love, love love this ending! I tried to understand Veronica's decision, I really did.. she tried to do something different, thinking people are tired of happy endings. Well, I think she made a big mistake! In general, people reach for books to escape their often not so joyful life/reality (at least that's me). I really needed a happy ending and was devastated when Tris died (just like millions of other readers)! I cried for hours...
    I am glad that you took it upon yourself to create this awesome alternate ending! Now if only they used it in the movie series...

    1. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for taking the time to respond :)

  38. Thanks for the gift of this story, but please return it. She should live, just like Veronica Roth wrote it.

    1. I'm not sure I understand what you're saying?

    2. In the book Tris I don't know where that came from?

  39. If you liked this ending and would rather see that in the last movie instead of Tris tragic death please sign this petition:

  40. Thank-you for this ending I certainly could not have written something this great. But I did feel, like you, that Caleb would not have abandoned her that easily for a second time. When I was reading the final chapters and the gun went off for second time I thought for sure it was Caleb. I flipped the pages back and fourth several times convinced I have missed something, asking my self where the hell is Caleb I didn't want him to be the coward again I thought he had changed. And if he hadn’t changed why didn’t the rest of the characters release that he hadn’t and know that he would let Tris die.

    As for the rest tying into the ending into structure that were already in the book and giving a glimpse of something that could be worse then death that was magical.

  41. Thank you thank you thank you! Thank God! That is what I told my husband I wanted to haven! Caleb gain his courage and help her!

  42. It is fantastic!!!!
    My favourite books are the Divergent series, because I feel I found my 16years-old myself in Tris in the Divergent, but the Allegiant's end is sooo sad. I have felt my world was ruined, I felt I had no hope, I'm 23 years old now and I have made mistakes for 6-7years and after I read the original ending I couldn't know how can I stand to the future positively, I was depressed for months. But your alternate ending has give me back the view of happy future. Thank you so much!!!! You have changed my life.

    1. Sorry it's taken almost 3 years to get back to you >.<

      I'm glad to have had such an impact! I hope things have gotten better :)

  43. The ending is amazing. Thank you very much!!

  44. Muchas gracias por este final! Desde que terminé Allegiant he estado incrédula, me parece irreal que asi sea como se le dió fin a una historia increible. Amé los dos primeros libros y Allegiant me pareció un poco menos elaborado, como si VR hubiera querido abordar un tema que le quedó grande (lo de la manipulación genética). También creo que quiso seguir los pasos de George Martin quien mata incluso a los personajes más queridos de GOT, pero a VR no le resultó. Realmente se equivocó con este final y dudo que vuelva a leer algo de ella. Si vuelvo a leer los libros, este será el final, siempre

  45. Thank you so much for this ending, Stephanie! I really appreciated it, and I can tell by the other blog posts that others did too! I shared this with a few of my friends, sure they would like it. You're writing is a whole like Veronica Rothschild, in my opinion. You should keep writing! Also, a question: Have you written the epilogue yet? If so, can you reply with the link to it? I can't seem to find it.

    1. 2.5 years later...

      Hahah Sorry!
      Oh, and thanks for sharing eith your friends!! It is appreciated :)

  46. I do not ever, ever, EVER, comment on these types of things but I finally got around to reading these books and was disappointed in the third book long before Tris died. When I saw where it was headed I skimmed ahead, found what I needed and put the book down. I haven't touched it since. I can't even bring myself to read Four's short story collection because the hovering sadness is too infuriating. Fortunately a friend mentioned she had heard of a fan fiction alternate ending that would blow Veronica's ending out of the water; yours!

    Gratitude doesn't even come close to how I feel after reading your version!! This was spectacular. If I decide to keep the books in my personal library (I was so angry I contemplated returning them or giving them away) I will without a doubt be printing this version off and clipping it into the end! You did wonderfully. Your voice impression of VR's writing was great, keep writing please!! Fan fiction or not, you're worth reading!! Thank you for this!!

    1. Thanks so much for the kind words! I, to this day, haven't watched the movies or read Fours short stories.

      I will say I do have a few books in the making, but at the rate I work I will be dead before they get published >.<

  47. I do not ever, ever, EVER, comment on these types of things but I finally got around to reading these books and was disappointed in the third book long before Tris died. When I saw where it was headed I skimmed ahead, found what I needed and put the book down. I haven't touched it since. I can't even bring myself to read Four's short story collection because the hovering sadness is too infuriating. Fortunately a friend mentioned she had heard of a fan fiction alternate ending that would blow Veronica's ending out of the water; yours!

    Gratitude doesn't even come close to how I feel after reading your version!! This was spectacular. If I decide to keep the books in my personal library (I was so angry I contemplated returning them or giving them away) I will without a doubt be printing this version off and clipping it into the end! You did wonderfully. Your voice impression of VR's writing was great, keep writing please!! Fan fiction or not, you're worth reading!! Thank you for this!!

  48. Wow that ending is so much better! It makes so much more sense and I truly hope they do something like this in the movies. I can tell you the books ending wrecked me entirely. I was crushed and cried for hours and couldn't even speak about it. I still tear up now just thinking about it. I hated how VR ended it and I understand Tris was truly selfless, brave, etc.. but we didn't have to kill her. They can do this where you still have the emotion but it resolves into an ending where these two characters who sacrifice so much finally are able to get the happiness they deserve. Thank you for this!

  49. Love this alternate ending Stephanie. You're such a great writer.

  50. Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU! I hated the original ending! I felt so let down. And here you are fixing everything! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  51. Stephanie, a true thanks for the alternate ending!! I was so distraught over the original ending and felt like it left a void that needed to be filled. Your ending does more justice to Tris and Tobias's characters and I finally feel better (as crazy as that sounds). Truly hope that the movie adopts more of an ending like yours. Thanks again. ��

  52. I REALLY LOVED your alternate ending!!! It was one of the best pieces of text I have ever read (and I read CONSTANTLY). Truly, truly thank you for that. But I feel this epilouge lacked the grandeur of your first one. The vice of each character was more defined, definitely. But I thought some of the facts just sounded a little off. For example, it taking her two years to be able to walk again, and in the original it states,“It targets explicit memories, like your name, where you grew up, your first teacher's name, and leaves implicit memories— like how to speak or tie your shoes or ride a bicycle—untouched.”
    Excerpt From: Veronica Roth. “Allegiant.” iBooks.

    I get that it was for the purpose of Uriah's funeral being two years later, but still.... That aside, might I say, you are a great writer! excellent word choice!

    1. Hello 2 years later! (I kind of forgot about this)

      I'll be the first to admit that the Epilogue was nowhere near as good as the alternate ending. I addressed this with another commenter so I'll just copy and paste haha

      "Thanks for the feedback!! I will admit, my heart was not really in the epilogue as much as it was when I wrote the alternate ending. I think it was because I was ok with the epilogue, and also because I seriously put all my emotion and heart into the ending that I didn't really think an epilogue was necessary. But I got several requests to write a new epilogue to fit my ending, and like the ending that I wrote, I didn't want to stray too far from the book (since obviously VR is a talented writer).

      There are definitely timeline/consistency errors, I guess that's what happens when you write the epilogue 6months after finishing the series and not re-reading it before rewriting it :/ that's just laziness on my part.

      I'm glad to hear it's making it's rounds on social media. I seriously never dreamed it would get this much attention! I didn't even plan on sharing it with people, I wrote it for my own personal closure."

      Thanks again for the feedback, I really do appreciate it! :)

  53. This was the best alternate ending ever!!! Loved it!! Hope you'll write more in the future!!

    1. Thanks! I have a couple other books I've been working on, but I work at a glacial pace haha

  54. This is a amazingly emotionally astute alternate take on Verornica Roth's work really great job I would love to read more so please take think about adding more to this

    1. Thank you! I really appreciate it :)

    2. Keep writing fan fiction you are a excellent writer

  55. I just finished Allegiant last night and cried. I'm glad I found an alternate ending.

  56. I just reread all the Divergent books. And I STILL could not get passed the fact that Tris dies at the end of Allegiant. I loved Tris' character, but even more than that, I just couldn't bear the idea that Tobias had to live without her. They had been through so much together and deserved to have a chance at living a peaceful life together.

    So now, many years after having read the books for the first time, I looked up alternative endings and found this. And now, I will pretend that this is the REAL ending so I can look back at this series with fond memories rather than painful ones.

    1. I’m so happy you stumbled upon mine!! It was written with a fire I haven’t felt about writing in a long time haha I’m happy this could provide some closure for the series!

  57. Hi, Im pretty late to the party but I just had to comment. I've just finished reading allegiant, I fell in love with the series and Tris & Four's relationshi0p, I asbolutely HATED theending. Veronica did them dirty. Tobias deserves a happy ending, and yours was PERFECT. it was emotional and scary in the way that he almostlost her, in a worse was than if she as dead... but right at the end... they were ultimately stronger than ANYTHING life could throw at them and that is so beautiful. I LOVE that you included original chapters from the book as it made it fit into the story perfectly, THANK YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH.I would not re-read the series in its original format, but now I will print your ending, add it to mybook and that is the only ending I now accept. thank you again, you're amazing! great writer and a great mind!

    1. If you’re late to the party, I’m showing up long after it’s over haha I’m so happy to have provided you with an ending that will allow you to reread it without hatred for years to come!!

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