Tris the trainer

Edward

Tobias pov

I stand immediately, trying to find the light switch. Someone found it before me, and what I see shocks me to my core.

Edward is in the ground, blood pooling around his head, with a butter knife in his eye. I gag as I scan the room, everyone is here except Peter and Drew. That's what they were planning earlier, they did this.

I run over to Edward and kneel beside his head. I feel his blood seep into the knees of my pants, it is horrible.

"It hurts, get it out!" Edward try's to yell, I think, but I comes out as a strangled gasp. "I want it out now! It hurts!"

"I know that it hurts, but we have to get you to the infirmary before we can do anything," I say, trying to be soothing. But probably sounding as winded as I feel. "Someone went to get Six. It will be ok." I'm not sure about the last part, and I know he can tell. He cringes and then yelps out. It probably hurt his eye- or what's left of it.

Six comes bursting in with Uriah's older brother, Zeke I think.

"Everyone either get out or step back." Six yells. Everyone leaves but Will and I. We watch them carry Edward out carefully and solemnly.

I look down at my hands, they are covered in blood. I walk to the bathroom and scrub at my hands until I can barely feel them. Then I walk out of the bathroom with as much paper towels as I can carry. I am surprised to see Will standing outside the bathroom door waiting for me.

"Someone needs to clean that up, and I figured that your Stiff would kick in. So I decided to help." Will says matter-of-factly. I just nod, hand him some paper towels and we head down to the dormitories.

I scrub the floor, while Will take the dirty paper towels and gets me new ones. We don't talk while we clean, and I think that is the best idea.

When I'm done, and Will throws out the rest of the paper towels, I spend the better part of half an hour washing my hands. I still feel like there is blood in my hands.

When I finally get back to the dormitories Will is standing outside the door and grabs my arm before I walk in. "You know who did that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Should we tell someone?"

"You really think the Dauntless will do anything?" I say with malice in my voice. "After they hung Chris over the chasm? After they made us beat each other unconscious?"

He doesn't say anything as we walk in.

When I finally get back, most of the people are in bed. I know they are not sleeping, just reliving what happened less than 2 hours ago.

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"This is going to sound weird," Christina says, "but I wish we didn't have a day off today."

I nod. I know exactly what she means. Having something to do today would be better. I could stop thinking about last night. I could use a distraction.

I haven't spent much time alone with Christina, Al and Will are taking naps, and neither of us west to be in that room any longer than we have to be.

"Maybe we should go see him," Christina thinks out loud.

"I don't know, 'hey, we don't really know each other, but you were stabbed in the eye so, really, how are you?'"

I know it's not funny as I say it, but I think Christina and I have to much hysteria. We start laughing, really hard. We just can't help it. Sometimes laughing or crying are the only options, and I don't want to cry for Edward- at least not in the way a friend would. I think it would be ok to cry because something terrible happened, but that's it.

"Sorry," Christina says between fits of laughter. "It's just so ridiculous."

"I know," I say seriously, and I think it takes Christina of guard. "The most ridiculous part is, in any other faction it would be brave to tell someone who did it. But here in dauntless, for gods sakes, bravery won't do us any good."

Christina nods solemnly, all jokes aside. She is probably thinking about the same thing I am: if Eric wasn't the leader, something might actually get done about this.

I have a sudden urge to do something reckless. "I want to get a tattoo." I say with confidence.

"Of what?"

"I'll know when I get there." I answer flatly. I pick up Christina and fling her on my back, the way I have seen other Dauntless do, and race to the tattoo parlour.

Once we get there, i drop Christina and head to the different drawings on the wall. I look for a few minutes but don't see anything. Then I remember something I saw when we were playing Candor or Dauntless: a tattoo of the Amity tree growing into a Erudite eye, then above that is the Candor scales, which the Abnegation hands grow from and cradles the Dauntless fire. I was drawn to it because I know that I wasn't certain I wanted to be a Dauntless. I also know I don't just want to be one thing. I want to be brave, selfless, honest, intelligent, and peaceful. I also want to have a piece of my old faction with me forever- even though my father was horrible, and I didn't know many people in abnegation- I still respect there values.

I realize I have been staring into space for about five minutes when Christina is tapping my shoulder. I snap out of it and here her say, "are you going to get a tattoo, or do you like to just stare at the floor. Because we can do that in the pit where there is actually people and things to do."

"Um, I will be right out. I just need to talk to the tattoo artist for a second. I will catch up to you latter."

"Ok, I'll go find Will and Al." She says.I smile at her as she walks away.

I walk over to the back of the room, and see Tori. She is one of the two tattoo artists. She also administrated my aptitude test. I think she knows that I was told what to do in the test, or at least she guessed.

"Hey, Tori, can I talk to you somewhere in private?" I ask. She gives me a look but waves me over to her office, separated from the rest of the room by a curtain.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, a couple days ago my friends and I were playing Candor or Dauntless and I had to get a tattoo. You did it do you remember?" She nods, "well it was late and the parlour was closed and we had to go through your apartment to get the tattoo, and I saw something I liked." I Finnish kind of lamely.

Her face losses a bit of colour, but she just says, "what exactly did you see that you liked?"

"Well it was... Do you think I could show you, I don't know if I could explain it." She nods, and takes me to her apartment. I spot it immediately.

"That one," I say pointing to it in her table. "I want that one."

"That was just a sketch," she says quickly. Snatching it up.

"Why?" I ask, standing my ground.

"Well, nothing shows faction trader more than a tattoo like that. And the dauntless leaders are keeping a close eye on people who might show signs of..." She pauses, seeming kind of scared to say something. "Divergence. Do you know what that is? It is where someone has aptitude for more than one faction, or is awake during a simulation. Faction traders will be classified as divergent, and that is not something you want."

I nod, "I still want it,"

"You Dauntless are so stubborn." She says mostly to her self. "Fine, I will, but only after hours. We can start in. A few days. It will take more than one session." She says louder.

"Okay, thank you." I smile at her as I walk out. I feel nice inside, like doing something rebellious mended part of me inside. I like this feeling.

Thanks for everyone who reads, it means so much. And I am so sorry that my updating hasn't been as frequent as I would like, but thanks for sticking with me.😘