Dauntless Born

Chapter 9 Fights

I didn't come out of my room for anything. I sat with my back against the door, my eyes burned as I had been silently crying. This was the most emotion I had felt since Amar died. I heard Four come home, I heard him walk up and stand outside my door, I heard his leather jacket rub against itself as he went to knock. But he didn't. He stood there for awhile before he finally went into his room, the door clicked closed. I waited for a minute, and sure enough he came back out, and went into the bathroom for a couple minutes, before going back to his room. I waited another ten minutes before standing up and slipping out of my room, and out of the apartment. I headed to a walkway over the pit.

I heard music, not over the loud speaker, it sounded like it was over a computer or something. I sat down, my legs hung over the ledge under the railing. I leaned against the rails, just listening to music. I didn't think anyone was up. It was late and mostly everyone had some sort of training to take part in. I heard the song that was playing getting closer, it was called "Asleep" by "The Smiths." I had heard this song a handful of times. Once in the music room at school, on the piano, and a couple times on my ipod. I felt my eyes getting heavy, and they burned more, my throat twitched as I stopped holding down tears. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the bar. I started feeling heavy and distant, the music got closer, but I didn't open my eyes, I didn't FEEL like I was in danger. Someone stopped next to me and crouched some. I still didn't look over as they moved me away from the edge. I knew that was the case as they unwrapped my arms from the bar and I felt my hand graze over the cold bar.

I felt myself lift, I still couldn't wake up out of whatever rim of sleep I was in. Whoever was holding me was muscular, and their heart rate was steady, as my head rolled over on their shoulder. I took a deep breath in, the scent was what was interesting. I caught a bit of leather, and just a little bit of cigarette smoke, but it wasn't overbearing, as whoever this was, covered it up with some sort of cologne, that had a vague hint of amber or some sort of sandalwood. There was something comforting about it, but one thing I did know: This wasn't Four.

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I woke up in my room, on my bed. I frowned over, my ipod on the charger, and my glasses were on my desk, arms folded and weren't laying on the arms. I stood up and grabbed my glasses and put them on, confused. I got changed and walked out looking around. Four wasn't around. He was already gone, probably to train the newbies. I finished getting ready and went to my room grabbing my stuff and heading out. I locked the door behind me. I had training and then school. Once you hit a certain height and weight, you were allowed to start training for anything really. I had gotten into the group two years ago, and this year I had sorta hit the height requirement, I had already hit the weight requirement. But the point was we trained and then went to school.

I walked in and dropped my stuff with the other group of kid's stuff. Eric and everyone else is already there. Nice of you to show up. Was there something more important? I rolled my eyes some falling into line, while pulling my hair up. I HATED when Eric was in charge of our morning run, or whatever we did that morning. But Four was busy and wouldn't be doing this for the next couple of weeks. I put an earbud in and we started off. My music blared in my ears and I fell into an even pace.

Four

The initiates were doing mild warm ups before we headed for the trains to go shoot. The Dauntless Born underage were running their laps which started at the far end of the pit and went out side, around our normal rout and back inside where they started. Kacie had been late. She bounced some as to stretch her legs out some. Between being shot and breaking her ankle, on the same leg, and year she had a slight limp now. They started running and she fell to the back of the pack, but before she even got up to our group, she was next to Eric. What're the kids doing? Shouldn't they be in school? I looked back at the Erudite. What's your name? Will. Well Will, they're Dauntless born, they start working with our expectations from a young age. I said as they went out the door.