Chapter 9
Instead of going to my apartment that night, I walk to the control room. I need to think. To be in a familiar place. I know that no one will be in there. It's my job and no one else's. All I can think about is Tris. And that I probably just ended my chances of her ever liking me. She hates me and I can't do anything about it. The sad part is, I don't blame her. I mean, I threw knives at her! I would hate me too.
I open the door to the control room and sit in the familiar chair. I look up at the screens and take in everything that is going on in the dauntless compound, from the kids playing tag to the teens getting tattoos. Life seems to be so easy for everyone but me. Everyone has a smile on their face, everyone is among friends, everyone is carefree. Not me. I'm sad and confused and frustrated and annoyed. Why does everything in my life have to be so complicated? My eyes start to get heavy and I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.Just as I am about to fall asleep, though, I think one last thought.
Tris.
I wake up early in the morning, before anyone else in the compound. The nightmare that woke me up still taunts me. It was bad enough that I had to throw knives at Tris in reality. Now that experience has to invade my dreams too? Except it's worse in my dreams. I have an endless supply of knives there and eventually I run out of room on the target, leaving me no choice but to hit her. I've tried restraining but it's like I have no control over my arm. I can't do anything but watch my knife hit her. Over and over and over again.
I shake the nightmare out of my head and try to focus on the last part of stage one as I walk back to my apartment. The last fights are today. And then stage one is over and four people will be cut. Tris will not be one of them. She can't be.
When I finally reach my apartment I take a shower and dress quickly. I head straight over to the training room and wait for Eric to show up with the new pairings. I have no say in the fights for today. Eric can make anyone fight anyone else and I can't say anything about it. I just sit next to the blackboard while I wait for Eric. I can't even think straight. My mind is just a jumble of thoughts that aren't coherent enough to actually understand. As I try to decipher some of their meanings, Eric walks into the room and hands me a sheet of paper, without saying anything. Wow, Is it eight o' clock already? I got here around five. I've been sitting and thinking for three hours and it barely felt like ten minutes.
Whatever. Since Eric is here, that means the initiates will start filing in pretty soon. I start to write the pairings on the board, going down the list that Eric created.
Will-Myra
Al-Christina
By now, most of the initiates have arrived and they start to talk about the pairings that are already on the board. I hear what sounds like every initiate's voice, except the one I'm most interested in. Where is she? Why isn't she with the others?
Edward-Peter
The more that time passes, the more anxious I get. What is she doing? And then I hear Christina speak up and she has to be talking to Tris.
"Hey, where were you this morning?" Christina asks.
Tris-
I am listening so intently on the conversation that I stop writing, waiting for Tris to answer. But what she says doesn't give me much information, "I got held up," she answers. And then I write down her opponent next to her name.
Tris-Molly
Tris against Molly? I'm not so sure I like this pair. Molly has a powerful punch and she's brutal. She has no conscience. And Tris isn't exactly the strongest, but she is pretty fast. And she's smart. She'll think of a way to win. I hope she does.
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