Walking out

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Tris pov

I am pissed at Eric. He made one of my initiates hang over the chasm. He could have killed her. But no, that doesn't matter. he has to prove his point that no one coincides. I am so mad at him- I didn't even realize who is on the fitting board when I walk in early, and go straight to the punching bags.

Peter is up against Four. If Four was anyone else I would be scared for him. But I am not. I am nervous that the abnegation in him will stop him from doing his absolute best.

Peter is our second best competitor. Edward is our first. I'm sure Four could beat him, but again, he probably will avoid hitting him.

I am thinking about this as I am beating the crap out of a punching bag.

This helps me channel my anger, from everything. I am trying to figure out if any of my initiates are like me- divergent.

The other day in the control room I saw some footage of Max and Jeanine- the leader of Erudite- having a serious conversation in Max's office. All I heard was "the serums are ready" and then my boss was yelling at me. I turned it off, but I can't stop wondering what that means.

My watch beeps 7:55. I have 5 minutes until the initiates come. Four will be fighting Peter soon. I stop what I am doing immediately and stand by the chock board waiting for the initiates to come in.

There are little groups of the initiates. There's Peter, Drew, and Molly. Then there's Four, Christina-who seems really nice and I should get to know , Will, and Al- the nice initiates who will make great Dauntless. Then there's Edward and Myra- the couple.

They start to walk in as I am thinking about this. Four's group is laughing at something until they see the boards. They start to frown and whisper.

"Ok Edward and Molly, your up." I say. Edward is very good- I heard Will tell Al that he studied hand to hand combat since he was 10.

The fight doesn't last very long, but I am not watching. I am watching Four, he looks worried. I don't know why,he is so awesome in so many different ways. The fight ends and Eric stands up beside me and says "next up Four and Peter."

Before Four goes on, I grab his shoulder and try to be nice. "Peter steps when he punches, so you can use that. Also use your speed, your fast and you have muscle. Try to get a hit to his throat."

He try's to look like he doesn't care, but I see he is thankful. I smile and turn away.

Four steps up into the ring looking like he is about to puke- why is he so nervous?

"You okay there, stiff?" Peter says. "You look like your going to cry, I might go easy on you if you cry." I hate this boy, I wish I was four up there so I could beat the crap out of Peter.

I see Four looking at Eric and I. Eric is tapping his foot like it is on fire, and I probably have a face on that looks like I swallowed something sour.

Four is still looking at us when Peter is in his fighting stance,many he looks like a cat and he is about to spring.

Peter starts again "how about one tear, maybe a little begging." I should punch this guy later- or maybe get Zeke to.

Four looks like he tastes bile- but then he attempts to kick Peter in the side, but Peter catches Fours foot and yanks it forward. Knocking four off balance. He is on the ground now scrambling to get up.

He is back up in his stance. All I can think is stay up, so Peter can't kick you in the head

"Stop playing with each other," Eric snaps. "We don't have all day!" I really wish he didn't say that. Now Peter lost his Mischievous face and just looks determined.

Peter punches Four in the jaw so hard and so fast, I doubt Four saw it coming.

Fours head jerks back and blood is streaming from his nose. He is now off balance. Peter saw the opportunity and kicks Four in the stomach and he falls.

On your feet is all I can think.

He gets up, but he is mad now. I don't know what happened there. He has a sudden flash of furry in his eyes.

Four starts to punch Peter- everywhere. They are on the ground now. Peters face is bleeding. I think his nose is broken. Bruises are already forming on his face.

I walk out. I can not see Four- the innocent, handsome, sad looking Four I thought I was getting to know- breaking Peters nose. Even though it's Peter.

Right before I turn the corner of the hall, I see Eric telling Four to stop- and Four looking at me. He looks like something has broken inside of him.

Thanks for reading every one. Please comment any feedback or tips you have.

Stay brave, Heather

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