Divergent: An Untold Love Story

Chapter 6: The Cry

Tris was winning. And she was being brutal. But I didn't mind. Watching her deliver pain into Molly made me smile. Every time her knee, fist, or foot connected with a part of Molly, it only built my enjoyment. My smile must've caught attention, because Eric trekked over and stood beside me. His presence was nothing compared to the presence of a fight, but it was somewhat comforting. He made me feel as if I wasn't alone.

But he hates me. With every fiber of his being. And I hated him. He was ruthless, cruel, emotionless. But as he stood not even a foot away from each other, I couldn't stop the nervous feeling I got. To stop the butterflies flying rapidly in my stomach, I stepped away from Eric and up to the mat. Tris kept kicking Molly with so much force I could basically feel her foot, too. And then I noticed something different. Molly wasn't breathing.

"Tris, stop! You've won," I ran at Molly. I turned her to her side and gasped at what I seen. Her black eyes were wide open and blood was pouring from the corner of her mouth. I looked to her chest and seen no movement. Before my scream was released, Eric pushed me aside and began chest compressions. I could hear him counting to thirty silently. After thirty, Eric pinched Molly's nose, tilted her head back, and began life breaths, never once taking his eyes off of Molly's chest. after two times of the CPR process, and Eric knew with a heavy heart that Molly was dead, stood up and looked at Tris. His murderous stare made my body tense; if he was going to attack her then I needed to be prepared to intervene.

"You killed her." And with that said, Eric strode away with a complete look of disgust and disappointment on his face.

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I pulled myself out of my blanket and hurriedly got ready. I put my black clothing on, but looked at my tattoo again. It was as magnificent as the day I first got it. The barbed wire that encased the flaming Dauntless symbol was so detailed that it made me lose my footing. I wonder what Tris would say about it. . . The thought only came to my mind because Tris had previously gotten a tattoo herself, three black birds "flying" away from her heart. I didn't know what it meant, but I'm sure it had something to do with her family. But with other thoughts out of my mind, I raced to another day at work.

As I entered the Pit, I noticed something strange. My group of Initiates weren't at their table. Neither was Eric's. I glanced around quickly and heard a blood-curdling cry. The scream came from across the chasm bridge, and I nervously began trudging over to it. I tried to peek at the corners, but no suck luck. So I kept up my pace and I finally seen what all the commotion was about. Inside a huge circle, or oval, the Initiates obviously not having any geometry skills, was a brawling battle between two Initiates. Immediately I recognized Tris, but I had no idea who the other girl was. She resembled Molly, but I tried not to think about her. In the back of the crowd I seen Eric standing with his arms crossed with a smug but pleased look on his face. I wouldn't walked over to him if I hadn't seen how awful and brutal the fight was. Tris was doing her best, with a bloody nose and bruised fists. While the other girl was taking her head and somehow butting Tris.

"Eric! What on earth is going on?" I screamed at him. He kept his ficus on the bleeding enemies, but replied in a matter-of-fact way.

"Well, Sierra, after Molly was killed in yesterday's fight, her sister was given a call. And we told her all about how she had gotten pummeled and beat to death by a Stiff. And Xamoly here was just teaching the Stiff a lesson." I looked over to see Tris lying on the ground, her face spewing blood everywhere. When I finally realized how horrible this could turn out, I turned to Eric and let him have a piece of my wrath.

"Okay, listen here, you stupid, arrogant piece of crap, Tris has done nothing to you! She didn't mean to kill Molly. And even if she did, I'm glad for it. Because Molly was a heartless and selfish kid who had to use strength to be the best. And you on the other hand are no better. You think that if you're a stone-cold killer and a fighter then everyone will respect you but it's the other way around! Not everything has to be done in force. And that's what you think. You treat me like I'm not even a human being and I'm sick of it!" Eric opened his mouth and puffed out his chest, but before he could say anything, I lunged backward and slapped Eric across the face. The sting was a burning sensation, and I clasped my hands together. I looked up to see Eric gently touching his cheek. When I got a good look at the spot where I'd struck him, I was very surprised to see a beet-red hand mark. I smiled triumphantly into Eric's eyes.

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I sat next to Tris's bed and watched her chest rise up and down. Her breathing had slowed down and it was worrying me. The heart monitor looked fine, but then again, you couldn't trust this dang technology. But as I waited, I thought about how my life had changed so much in just 2 weeks. Much drama and tension had been floating in the air here at Dauntless, and I was considering going back to the Fence with Que. Oh, Que. I hadn't even acknowledged him once in my mind. He had been my best friend since childhood, and I couldn't imagine how insecure and unstable I would be today if it weren't for him. Of course, me and Que hadn't always been just friends. . .

"Sierra?" I heard Tris say. She was a little muffled, but mot hard to hear.

"Yes, I'm here," I reassured her.

She coughed once, then asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because you took a beating yesterday from Xamoly and it was bloody. Do you remember anything?"

"Well, I remember me and my group taking a walk with Eric and his group. Then I got hit in the head by a huge, raging fist. I didn't even know what was happening at the time. It's still pretty blurry in my mind, though," Tris told me.

"I'm gonna tell you right now, Eric set you up. He got in contact with Xamoly, who is Molly's sister, and told her that you, uh, killed Molly." When I brought up the past even to her, Tris shuddered and wrapped her body into a ball under the thin hospital blankets. I put my hand on hers snd let her pulse calm me. Not that it was a slow and steady pulse.

"I really didn't mean to kill Molly, Sierra. I guess it was just the Dauntless gene in me kicking in," she admitted.

"I know that you didn't mean to kill her, but that's what Eric thinks. You know he's stubborn and a total idiot."

Tris just nodded. She seemed to be drifting back to sleep, and I watched her. Poor girl, after taking a beating like that, I would have been tired, too. Once she was in deep sleep, I got up and began down the hallway to my room. I suddenly heard a soft crack to my left. And I began to get the strange feeling that I was being watched.

I began to sprint was fast as I could, but whatever was chasing me was faster. Just my luck, I tripped over my own foot. A large thing, no person, landed on top of me. The man/woman had a ski mask on and I couldn't tell who it was. Then I heard their moans. A man. I tried to fight his grasp and his form hold, but it was no use. He stuck a rope through my mouth and tied it around my head. After he made sure I couldn't scream, he tied my feet to my hands. After he was finished, he began dragging me toward the way I had just come. I was able to see a little, but what I did see wasn't what I wanted to.

The man was dragging me to the chasm. I kept fighting him, struggling to find a way to loosen his grip on me, but nothing worked. I tried screaming, no. I tried to elbow him in the knee, no. When I finally gave up, the man took my tied feet and arms and began to swing. That's when I realized that he was going to throw me into the chasm. The more force he used, the more my tears flowed. And after a long, forceful swing, the man let me go and I fell into a dreamless sleep. . .