Competition:Divergent Fanfiction

CH 4

CH 4: POV TOBIAS

I've woken up early this morning still feeling kind of off about what happened yesterday with the knives so I decide to go and check on the control room. On my way I stop by the empty cafeteria and grab toast and a banana, eating as I walk. When I arrive in the control room I see no one else is here. I look over at the constantly rotating views of the compound. I stop the camera at the one of the dorms. I've never actually seen what the initiates do in the morning, ha, as if they're an experiment.

I look to only see Peter and his crew. Everyone else is probably off doing something productive. Then I spot Tris come in with a towel wrapped around her small body. I can't help but feel a wanting shiver run through me. Stop that, I think.

I can see but can't hear what Peter, Molly and Drew say, though it can't be good judging by Tris's reactions. They have her cornered her by her bunk, where she tries to get her clothes. After talking for a few seconds I see Tris trying to make her escape. But-oh God- Peter grabbed the tip of the towel and pulled it out of Tris's unprepared grip. Blushing, Tris streaks out of the room, to the bathroom probably. What a bastard. No one just removes the towel of a girl who is just trying to get her clothes. I hope she finds the opportunity to get back at him-at all of them. I hope I will too.

Tris and all the other initiates arrive for training on time as usual. Peter and his crew are talking and Drew and Molly keep cracking up, even though I wish it wasn't true, I'm certain they're discussing what happened with Tris. Tris on the other hand just looks plain out pissed, with a little something more brewing in her eyes. I see her eyes flit up to the board where the names of the fights are written. Her eyes find her name next to Molly's and she looks satisfied enough with her opponent.

Only now do I realize that I have been staring at Tris for quite some time. I hope no one notices.

POV ERIC

Molly's name next to Tris's. I'm rather excited for this fight; I'm ready to see what Tris is really made of. If Tris wins this fight, I tell myself, I'll initiate step one in my assignment- and it will be when Four is around. Double score- I'll be able to let him know he has no chance with her.

Other fights take place but I really don't care about the others. Finally Tris is up. I can see something viscous in her eyes- and I love it. I hope the Dauntless ways are getting to her, making her more brutal; a girl needs that.

Tris and Molly step into the arena. They start taking swings at each other but soon Tris takes control of the fight. Good for her, she'll probably win. Soon Tris has her on the ground and is kicking her mercilessly. How wonderful, mercilessness is one of my favorite traits in people, particularly in myself.

I see Four approach the arena. What the heck is he doing? He gently places his hand on Tris's shoulder, and tells her to stop. What?! The fight was just getting good!

Whatever, Tris has already won, now I can do what I want with her.