Stolen faith - Tobias Eaton/Divergent

08

Lilah was on her way towards the
training room—yesterday forgotten.
Well, she didn't forget the soft side of her trainer—which she caught a glimpse of.

"Hunt.", a voice called out and she stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, her curls bouncing as she saw a blonde haired woman clad in blue, making her way over.

She recognized her—of course she did.
Jeanine Matthwes—a fucking bitch in her opinion.

"You are James Hunt's daughter, aren't you? Athena.", Jeanine greeted, making Lilah cringe at the name.

"It's Lilah now."

Jeanine nodded approvingly as she hummed,"I like that. You made a very interesting choice, despite your father's  leadership. And your test results of course."

Lilah felt her insides churning a bit—her tests. She has seen them?
No—that couldn't be correct.
They would have already killed her if that was the case.
So she saw the results Tori typed in.

"Well, I wanted to go on my own."

"Of course, you were smart. Let me know if you need anything.", Jeanine smiled and left the brunette alone.

Lilah felt a warm air hitting her left air as a voice asked lowly,"What did she want?"

She turned her head and was met with the familiar honey brown eyes—who were suddenly very close.
"She acted nice, but I think if she just wanted to hear if the rumors are true."

A frown overtook his features,"What rumors?"
A humorless chuckle escaped her lips as he searched her face—worried.

Lilah walked towards the training room, before turning around walking backwards.
"Oh you know, just people questioning why I left my father and faction—wondering if I was abused."

Four tensed visibly as he followed her steps slowly.
"Were you?"

She merely shrugged and titled her head,"Doesn't matter really."

She was.
Reflecting and avoiding the topic—that is what he did years prior.
How she connected it with humor.
It was a coping mechanism.

"First fight. Peter versus Tris.", Eric called out and Lilah smiled at a slightly worried Four and went towards the mat.

The training room crackled with tension as Lilah and Peter squared off, the air heavy with anticipation. Their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills, each silently daring the other to make the first move.

Peter's lips curled into a malicious grin. "You think you can take me on, Lilah? You're in way over your head."

Lilah's jaw tightened, but she refused to let his taunts get to her. "We'll see about that, Peter. Actions speak louder than words."

With a primal roar, Peter lunged forward, his fists flying in a blur of motion.

Lilah braced herself, blocking and dodging as best she could, but Peter's blows were relentless, raining down on her with brutal force.

Four clenched his jaw as he stared at Peter throwing hit after hit—he wanted to change places with her.
He wanted to show Peter what he will do if he ever touches Lilah again.

Blood trickled from a gash on Lilah's brow as she fought to hold her ground. "Is that all you've got, Peter?" she faked a pout, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expected more from you."

Enraged, Peter redoubled his assault, his attacks becoming more vicious with each passing moment. Lilah stumbled backward, pain lancing through her body with every blow, but she refused to yield.

With a huff, Lilah launched herself at Peter, her fists a blur as she unleashed a flurry of strikes.
Peter staggered back, caught off guard by her ferocity, but he quickly regained his footing and retaliated with equal ferocity.

The room echoed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh as Lilah and Peter traded blows, neither willing to back down. Blood painted the floor in crimson splatters, a testament to the intensity of their battle.

But despite her injuries, Lilah refused to be defeated.

She summoned every last ounce of strength within her and launched herself at Peter with all the force she could muster.

Her fist connected with Peter's jaw with a sickening crunch, and he stumbled backward, dazed.

Seizing the opportunity, Lilah pressed her advantage, raining down blow after blow until Peter finally collapsed to the ground, blood dripping, unconscious and defeated.

Breathless and battered, Lilah stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving with exertion.

She had emerged victorious, but the cost had been high.
Blood dripped from her knuckles as she surveyed the wreckage of the training room, a silent reminder of the brutality of their fight.

But as she looked around at her fellow initiates, their faces filled with awe and respect, she knew that it had been worth it.