Tris the trainer

Losing control

Tobias pov

When I come back from the bathroom "stiff" is spray painted on my sheets and my bed frame. The only one in the room is Peter, whistling and trying to look innocent. Al walks in and atomically starts to help me strip my bed and throw out the old sheets. I didn't even have to ask him. Sometimes I think there is a little abnegation in everyone... Except Peter.

When Al and I walk out we meet up with Christina and Will.

"Ok, guys listen to this joke I used to tell when we were in school," says Will. We never told jokes when o was in Abnegation, jokes usually are making fun of someone. The purpose of Abnegation is to serve others and not think about your self, so jokes were not something we do. "Ok so it's a knock knock joke."

"What's that?' I say. Every one looks at me. "What, we never told jokes in Abnegation."

"Ok when Will says knock knock, you say who's there, then will says something and then you say 'blah blah blah' who. Then will gets to the punch line" I nod and will begins

"Knock knock?"

"Who's there?" We all answer

"Interrupting cow"

"Interrupting co-"

"Moooo" Will answers cutting threw us. Every one laughs but I don't get it.

"What's so funny about that? You just interrupted us...Ohhh I get it now" and we all laugh even harder.

We are still laughing as we walk into the training room. My smile immediately falters as I see the board. I am up against Peter. Yesterday he was against Drew and his face is more black and blue than skin colour. I am nervous, but I know I can beat him. I just don't want to touch him, even though he is Peter.

Edward and Molly are fighting, but I barely notice there fight, all I know is that Edward wins.

"Up next, Four and Peter."

Before I can step forward Six grabs my arm and pulls me to the side. "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 the throat." She tells me.

I try to look like I couldn't have cared at all, but I know she can see right through that and she knows I am grateful for any advice that I can get- even though in the back of my brain I know that I don't need the help. She smiles and walks away. Oh I love her smile. Snap out of it I think- my mind should be on the fight.

I step into the ring, and I feel like I'm going to puke.

"You ok there, stiff?" Peter says. I hate him-I know hate is a strong word, but i hate him. "You look like your going to cry, I might go easy on you if you cry." All I want to do is punch him. But If I do, I might not be able to stop.

I look over Peter's shoulder at Eric and Six. Eric is tapping his foot like crazy, and Six's lips are puckers- like she swallowed something sour. I wonder why she chose to tell me those tips.

I am still looking at them when I see Peter get into his fighting stance. He looks like a cat about to ponce.

Oh no, Peter starts again "how about one year, maybe some begging." All I want to do is punch him, the urge is growing. I know I am in a fight, but I can't let my anger get the better of me- I will not turn into my Father.

Bile is rising in my throat. I feel a flash of anger, I try to kick Peter in the side. He catches my foot and yanks it forward. I am off balance and then I am on the floor. Get up, get up is all I can think. I scramble to my feet.

"Stop playing with each other," Eric snaps "we don't have all day!" Now Peter lost his mischievous look and he just has a cruel, determined look.

All I see is a twitch and Peter punches me right in the jaw. My head whips back so fast I get whip lash, and my nose is bleeding. Peter also kicked me in the stomach and I fall.

Now I am overtaken by anger. I thought I would be done with being scared, and in pain. But no. I stand up and that's when I lose my mind. I don't realize what I'm doing, I just feel my skin come ting with peters. I don't stop until I feel blood and Eric is yelling at me to stop. I am sitting on the groups staring at Six's back. I think I lost her for good now.

I just get up and leave the training room, I can't stand to look at these people. I might have to do this to them next. I find a abandoned hallway and just sit with my head between my knees. I lost control, just like my father.

I hear footsteps coming up beside me. I see Uriah, Marleen, and Lynn sit down beside me. "That's not the victory dance I expected." Says Uriah.

"I don't dance." I say. They all laugh.

"Yeah, I should have known," Uriah answers. "I saw him in the infirmary, he has a broken nose, and his whole face is blue and purple, you also knocked out one of her teeth."

I broke someone's nose? And knocked out there teeth?

"Do you want to go punch stuff? I'm not very good, and these guys are awful teachers. Can you help me out a bit?" Says Marleen. Lynn and Uriah just look fake offended and smile

"Ya, sure." I say, all I want to do is leave behind today

"Let's go," Lynn says as she and the others stand up. "We are going to our training room, so you don't have to go back to yours and see them again, it seems like there not to happy for you. Also I don't really like them very much." She whispers the last part so only I can hear.

"You speak the truth so easily, you could be Candor," we both laugh. "I saw you having a conversation with Al the other day, though." I say kind of like a question as we walk towards the training room. Marleen and Uriah are in front of us talking about what they want to be when they become Dauntless members. (I wish I could be that confident)

Lynn gets stiff when I say that. "That was about something else." She says, like the subject is closed.

We just run and catch up with Uriah and Mar. If my other friends don't want me when I do my best, then at least I have these guys.