The Divergent Games - A Crossover

Tris - The Gamemakers and the Avox - 8

Tobias and I have been training on our own. After lunch is our time to work with weapons. Tobias coaches me on throwing knives for about an hour before we move onto combat. We've been working on both right and left handed throwing. At first, he would set an apple on the opposite side of the room. My ultimate goal was to hit it, and once I figured out the motion, I did hit it, multiple times. Day two, he started throwing it up in the air so I could practice with a moving target. That, I only hit once with my left arm and five times with my right. It's hard, but I enjoy the work.

Next, we clear up the main dining room, pushing the dining table and chairs against the wall. Here, we spar. Tobias reiterates that I'm all bone, so I'm better off using my knees and elbows. He also shows me each spot that I should hit if I want a faster fight.

I end each day with a new bruise and more than a few lessons learnt. By the second day, I know that I want to demonstrate hand-to-hand combat during the private sessions in front of the Gamemakers. I'm not sure what that entails, but it's my best shot if I want a good score. Tobias has far more options, being good at everything concerning a weapon.

Today, we enter the gym before everyone else, as usual. After lunch, the private sessions will occur, and I'm feeling annoyed. Tobias landed a kick to my hip yesterday, and there's a new bruise blossoming there. I must be walking gingerly because he smirks at me, and then I almost punch him in the face but I refrain from it.

"Shut up. I almost took you down."

"You need to learn to not be so jumpy. Adrenaline is not going to help you, it'll do the opposite."

"Yeah, okay," I scowl. It's the fifth time I've heard it. It's not like I'm trying to be antsy. He's right though, the adrenaline makes me jerky and uncalculated. It's why he landed that kick in the first place.

I hear the elevator, and instinctively take a step away from him. Astris said that it's better if we don't look as close as we are, because that makes us a threat. We're already a big enough threat already as nobody knows anything about us. We don't need the added complications.

The District Eleven pair exit the elevator. The little girl waves at me, and I wave back. She's really the sweetest thing, and my heart breaks for her and her family.

"Snow's worse than Jeanine," mutters Tobias, and I scoff.

"No kidding."

Atala enters from a door on the opposite side of the gym. Her eyes lock with mine, and she begins walking in our direction.

"Tobias," I say at a half-whisper. The woman reminds me of Eric in her intensity. She could very well be a good person, but I don't trust her in that sense. When I am absolutely sure she intends to talk to us, I fold my arms across my body.

"Beatrice, Four, your private sessions will take place before everyone else's. When it's time for lunch, Tobias will go with the others while Beatrice stays here. They'll tell you what to do," she says. I nod. She looks at Tobias "When she's done, they'll call you in."

"Okay."

"Good luck." Atala walks away, I make a face at Tobias, flipping my hair out of my eyes. I don't bother to tie it up now, but I will before the session. I'm not nervous to perform in front of the Gamemakers because I've been through worse. Fighting in front of the other Dauntless was nerve racking, but after my encounter with Jeanine, and the soldiers under the simulation pointing guns at my head, this is lightwork.

When Atala calls for lunch, Tobias wishes me luck as he turns and moves towards the others. Katniss and I make eye contact from across the room. I can tell she's nervous, but Peeta looks like he might soil his pants. I bite the inside of my cheek, then look around for some direction as to what I'm supposed to do here. The last of the tributes file into the lunchroom, and that door shuts.