Darkness requires a soothing light to calm its demons, while light seeks darkness to feel secure. They complete each other, mutually need each other, until they realize that every darkness harbors a glimmer and that every gleam conceals a part of da...
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Two months later.....
Everything has changed overnight thanks to a leader who has been seeking to be heard for months. It is officially forbidden to kill someone as a form of punishment, everyone who has committed a crime will be evaluated and heard by the Justice, unless the crime is murder, in which case the penalty would be death.
Abnegation is building a prison while people like Eric, Hill, Max, and Jeanine are upset with Freya, who was the cause of everything. Since I told Eric part of the truth, he refrains from saying things in front of me about Freya, but he looks annoyed. Although it amuses me because people like them will take care of them under the table. They will always get what they want this time outside the law. Freya's well-being is not my priority since Max protects her and I know they won't harm her.
Now I have a separate assignment, as Damian and Ronald are not around. I am responsible for the initial and advanced training of the next candidates born in Dauntless, and I agreed with the condition that I can implement whatever training I want, whether it's prohibited or not. Max agreed with that.
I also proposed the possibility of a new stage where the two training groups fight so that the ranking is fair. Four disagreed, but since he didn't accept to be the leader, he had no say in the matter.
Speaking of Four, we haven't spoken, and I've been avoiding him for these months. I don't even dare to look him in the eyes, not even during the meeting I had with Max. He knows I'm avoiding him because he tried to talk to me several times, but I ignored him.
Now I was with Mike, as he hasn't been the same since his parents died. So I decided to force him out of bed and put him to training to help him with his depression, as Max told me that Ronald wanted Mike to take care of the born initiates and now he rejected the position.
Hall, Dean, and Chris came with me, telling me that Mike has been struggling since what happened almost 3 months ago. He's thinner, with dark circles under his eyes, he doesn't sleep, and I doubt he smiles. He refuses to talk to the guys, and they believe I can help him.
"Come on, Mike. I didn't pull you out of that bed for you to do nothing. You're going to fight with me. » I said, raising my hands in front of Mike.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, doing nothing.
"Look, depressed kid. I have to find a new soldier because Tiana died, and it's a nightmare because no one will be up to her level. Don't make me find two soldiers." I frowned. "So, throw a damn punch..." I continued with a grumpy look. "If you don't, then you'll be that useless son Ronald used to talk about... I bet he's turning in his grave..."
Mike took a step forward and then threw a right hook, a punch I managed to dodge.
I managed to annoy him; his punches were wild and uncontrolled, he had pent-up anger.
