I have high hopes that this story will be better than my last two. I actually put a lot of time into thinking out this storyline. Hope all my readers enjoy! I love you all!!
@DauntlessAmity4ever
This story takes place one year after the main character, Jewel initiated into Dauntless from Amity.
Jewel's POV
Blood sprays everywhere as I watch Four punch Jake in the nose. His body falls limp on the ground and I'm suddenly nervous about getting into the ring for my fight. Even though, I passed initiation into Dauntless over a year ago, they still make us train constantly.
To be honest, I'm not the best fighter. I was much better at handling my fear landscapes.
Jake looks up at me with dark eyes. I have the urge to go help him but I know better than to do that. Jake is a new friend of mine. We were in the same initiation class but we never spoke to one another until just recently. He's cute in a boyish way. Tall, lean muscular, with slightly chubby cheeks that make him look younger than he actually is. But strictly, friends. I can't ever picture myself ending up with anyone, actually.
He slowly pulls himself up and walks off the mat. Four steps into the center, sweat glistening on his forehead. His breathes are deep but I know he isn't tired in the slightest. His eyes scan us and then land on me. "Jewel, come on." He motions me over with a hand. I obey and walk towards him. "You're up against..." He pauses, searching the room for just the right opponent. "You go against Bria."
My eyes widen at her name but my body instantly goes into a defense position. Bria walks on. A smug look on her face. She's beaten me before. Apparently, she thinks it will happen again.
Just as Four is about to let us go at it, the door to the training room opens and Eric walks in. The blood in my veins runs cold and all confidence I had is gone. Eric terrifies me. His presence is dominating and it makes me feel insignificant. He strides over and stands next to Four. "Oh, good. Just in time to see Amity here get her ass beat." He says it so I can hear it and when I look to him an evil smirk plays on his lips.
I hate him so much.
Bria lunges for me and I'm caught off guard because of looking at Eric. Her fist connects with my cheek, that makes me stumble back, grabbing the side of my face. Gathering myself quickly, I side step her next blow which makes her lose her footing, slightly. I take the momentary advantage and kick the back of her knees which makes her fall to the ground. I wrap my arm around the front of her neck and put her in a choke hold. As I tighten my grip, her breath comes out in short bursts and I know she's about to give in.
"Really, Bria? You're gonna let Amity take you down so easily?" Eric's voice ripples through my head, making me angry. Why does he think I couldn't win?!
Bria's hands come up to my arm around her neck and she taps lightly, indicating that she gives up. I let her go immediately only to be shoved to the ground and receive a hard blow to the jaw. She continues to hit me until it's unbearable.
"Stop! Please!" I cry out. She begins to laugh but gets off of me. I hadn't realized that I was crying until I felt my cheeks. I sit up slowly and see Bria give Eric a high five. Rage is the only emotion I have. "Shouldn't assume someone will give up so easily." My hands fold into my lap and I stare blankly at the black mat. Defeat washes over me because I know he's right.
A hand stretches out in front of my face and I'm surprised to see Eric standing next to me. "Why don't you go with the champion? Obviously, winner's are more your style." He retrieves his hand and in a stern tone says, "Don't feel sorry for yourself. Learn from your mistake and don't let it happen again."
Standing, slowly, I brush off the invisible dust from my pants. He watches me, I know. But I try my best to ignore it. Just when I think I'm in the clear, his hand wraps around my elbow, pulling my back into his chest. He's significantly taller than me so when he bends down down to whisper in my ear, the whole left side of my body is pressed into him.
"Don't forget that I'm the reason you're in Dauntless. And don't assume you know what my style is." He pushes me away, roughly and I have to catch my footing. I say nothing as we walk out.
The funny thing is, there's a warm tingly feeling around my ear from where his breath hit me. Even funnier, I like it.
No. Stop. Don't think like that.
