Tris the trainer

Like Father, like Son

Tobias pov

Today is the day before visiting day. I totally forgot about it due to yesterday's events, and all of the activities that I have gone through to get to this point.

I know that my Father won't be coming, do I don't really care about tomorrow. But for my friends, it's a different story.

They are stressing about what will happen if there parents come, what will they do, what if they don't come, and stuff like that.

I think about this as I get dressed. I realize how much I have grown, and how much muscle I have gained.

I used to be a slouched over, baggy clothed, nothing boy. Now I am a man who stands proud, and I have a purpose. I am not nothing less anymore.

When I'm dressed I walk back to the dormitories to wait for Al, Will and Christina to get ready.

Peter, And Drew are in the room when I walk in. They are whispering in the corner. They are planing something, I know I won't like it.

I decide to leave them alone and walk down to the cafeteria by my self to get breakfast.

When I get down there I see Will and the others at our usual table.

I go sit down beside Al, and ask, "where were you guys, I went back to the dormitories and you weren't there."

"Oh, when you left to go to the bathroom, Peter and Drew kicked every one out. We didn't feel like fighting them so we just left." Christina answers.

"Oh ya, I saw them talking in the corner. I hope I fight Drew today, I want someone easy, but not to easy."

They just nod, I know they are in thought about tomorrow. I couldn't care less.

When we get to the training room, I immediately look to the chalk board with our pairings on it. When I see the names, I see I am up against Molly, I just shrug.

I try to predict the outcomes of the fights.

Will- Myra. Myra is definitely going to lose, I fought her and took her out with one quick right hook to the jaw. Will is going to do just fine.

Christina- Al. Al will let Christina win, like every other fight he has fought.

Edward- Peter. I grin when I see this. Edward is the second best fighter, next to me. Peter will get another beating.

Drew doesn't have a fighter today. So next is Molly and I. I believe I will win.

All of predictions come true. It is just Molly and I left.

When we stand face to face on the ring, I see Molly's ugly smile falter. She try's to psych me out, "God, your pale stiff."

I don't take the bate, I punch her in the jaw, the kick her in the side.

She losses her balance, and I kick her feet out from under her. I get down and punch her. I start losing control again.

Blood spurts from her nose, and I realize I punched her in the nose, Hard.

She is crying, trying to get away from me, but she can't seem to move. I think she landed on her ankle wrong when I kicked her feet out from under her.

I am horrified, how did I do this to someone so vulnerable?

I am still trying to get her. I need someone to stop me.

Six understands, "you won," she mutters. "Stop." That's all I need.

I get up and walk off. Not before I look at Six. Her eyes are wide, but not as frightened as they were last time this happened. Then I look to my friends, they look scared. I feel a pain in my chest as I see there expressions. I need out of here , just like last time I did this.

I am glad Six was hear to stop me, I wish someone was hear to stop my Father when this happened to him.

I am to much like him, like father like son.

"I think you should leave," Six says. Looking calmer. "Take a walk."

I just nod, I need to go find Uriah and the others. They helped me last time, they can help me again.

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