Divided

Chapter 7

That night I tossed and turned. 33 out of 36.
I was way below under the line for passing the first half of initiation. I sighed and sat up, quietly I grabbed my shoes and snuck out of my bed and into the hall.
I was in the training room, at first only punching the bag here and there, but soon I got into a rhythm and I was punching quicker and harder. As I continued with my rhythm I hadn't even heard the door open, just footsteps. And when I looked over Four was standing there. I looked back at him and was the first to speak.
"Um," I started, catching my breath. "What time is it?"
"6:35." He answered. My eyes were wide; I had been here for 4 hours. I wiped the sweat that was trickling down my face and walked over to the door. I had 25 minutes before anyone else was up.
"Hey, E." Four said, I looked back before opening the door. "Don't stress, about being here. You're one of us now." Was he trying to be nice..?
"I'll stop stressing when I actually pass my final exam." I wasn't about to let him get under my skin, nope, not again. I needed to focus. Even if that meant not looking at the skin that peeked out under his shirt when he stretched. I shook my head and put a hand on my head as I slipped back into the room. Some people were already getting up, I guess this was a better time than any to actually take a shower for once. I grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom.
The small bathroom was filled with steam when I stepped out and wrapped my towel around me. I walked over to the counter to look for my clothes, but they weren't in here, I must've forgotten them on my bed. I stepped out of the bathroom to see that most of the other initiates were gone, there were only 2 left.
It was Peter.
And his best friend; Drew.
I swallowed and kept my head straight as I went over to my bed grabbing the first pair of pants I could find in my drawer and pulled them out. When I stood up Peter and Drew were already behind me. I gritted my teeth.
"Hey Stiff," I kept my eyes down.
"Can I get through..?" I raised my eyebrow when I finally looked up at them both. Peter looked at Drew and they both smirked.
"You could.." Drew said.
"But I'd rather see what that pale stiff body looks like." Peter said eyeing my towel. I saw an opening, right under Drew's arm. Peter was saying what he was going to do to me but I wasn't even listening, it was now or never.
I ducked underneath Drew's arm and ran toward the door. Peter was right behind me, he yanked the towel right off of me. I had just opened the door where the other initiates were drinking their blood. They all looked over and irrupted in laughter.
My face red with anger and embarrassment, I stormed back in, grabbed my clothes and slammed the bathroom door behind me. Once I was alone an unexpected sob erupted from my mouth and I clamped my hand over my mouth. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I pulled on my clothes. I was angry, and was ready to kick someone's ass.

I didn't even remember drinking my blood, I was working on anger. Now we were all in the the training room, seeing who we were going to be fighting.
"Hey, E, are you okay?" Fallon asked, concerned, I could feel Rick and Will's eyes on me.
"Yeah, why?" I asked as I watched Four write up the names.
"You just seem a little..."
"On edge." Rick finished Fallon's sentence. Four finally finished writing up the names and I strained to find mine.
E and Peter
I was fighting Peter, and we were going first.

I peeled out of my black jacket and threw it on the floor before stepping onto the mat.
"Yeah Stiff, take it off." Peter smirked, "nothing I haven't seen before." I began to tie my hair up. I could feel the angry pulsing through me. I raised my arms up as me and Peter circled each other.
"That's a cute birth mark on your "- I cut him off by punching him right in the nose. He winced and pulled back, a smile tugged on my lips. He pulled his now bloody hand from his face.
"You bitch!" He said coming toward me. I ducked just before and got a hard punch right in his stomach. He groaned and caught the ends of my hair yanking me back and holding me in a choke hold. He smack and punched my face repeatedly. I think I even heard myself scream.
Focus.
I thought to myself, blinking away the stars.
You can't loose twice.
I looked down and slammed my foot down on his own, I think I even heard a snap. He pulled away, and with one clear shot, I punched him in the throat. He fell back onto the floor and I swept my foot back and slammed it into his back, I brought my foot back again and slammed it into his ribs.
Stiff, I could hear Peter mocking me, you're so pale.
"That's enough," I looked back feeling a hand on my shoulder. Four was standing right behind me as someone lifted Peter from the mat. "Maybe you should go take a walk, calm down a bit." He suggested, I brushed off his arm and walked off the mat.
"I'm fine," I mumbled. "I'm fine." The last time I mumbled, mostly to myself.