A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 15

Melina looked paper-white. I was pretty sure why; after two days with minimal water and nonexsistent food, I'd finally showed myself.

What? Bitch was in MY basement.

I was wearing a cropped gray sweater-three quarter-sleeved-black jeans, and my boots. My hair was in an extravagant ponytail, and I was wearing lip gloss, and-being serious-mascara that Christina recommended very highly. My nails were painted black.

I thought Melina'd finally given up. I did, which is why I didn't watch her while I took the knife from my boot-I didn't want to make a mess, so a clean through-the-eyeball type kill would be better.

I traced my finger along the blade, and locked eyes with Melina; something burst in hers-determination, I thought-and she threw herself up from the ground. Her fingers caught at the blade and her blood would've stained my sweater if it was full sized-I would've been pissed. She helped it at my my head, but I ducked just in time, and her surprise window was then closed; I threw the knife at her face, and she batted it at the door.

We stared at each-other, then the blade, then back. Then, I slammed my forearm into her neck, and dove for the knife.

She went for the wall, but dissappeared before she could hit; she reappeared in front of me, a step ahead, but I grabbed her leg, jerked, and her face hit the floor. I gripped the back of her foot-the part that doors always seem to catch on-and let my claws shoot out. She screamed. I scrambled over her, claws retracting, and grabbed the knife.

My hands poised ir over her chest, and they drove down about an inch before I stopped, frozen; my body turned gray, as if encased in stone, and Melina wiggled out from underneath my blade. Her hand slipped into my jeans pocket, retreiving the basement key, and she marched upstairs.

I heard the door click as it locked behind her.

I screamed in frustration as my attempts to move were thwarted, and concentrated hard on Melina. Cracks began to riddle the rock.

Bitch tried to kill me.

Crack.

She put a curse on me so I couldn't use my Wolfblood powers.

Craaack.

She STOLE my BLADE.

CRAACK.

The forcefeild broke. I spun off of my knees, standing, and shook my cramping hands out.

Melina was opening the front door; I football tackled her into the wall and shut it with my foot. Her eyes shone antifreeze green with anger.

Doesn't she have brown eyes?

Her fist hit my face, and I flew into the wall; the entryway was small. I landed a kick on her nose, and heard a crack.

"Guess who has a broken no-ose!" I taunted, and she grabbed my leg and twisted. "Ow-ow!" I expelled, and rolled with it-literally. My other foot caught her in the nose again.

She screamed and let go before diving over my head. I shot up, and saw her in the kitchen. My eyes glinted, and I dove at her.

. . . . . .FPOV. . . .. . . . . . .

Someone was screaming across the street, and it was annoying the crap out of me.

I was going to go to the door, but I saw a scuffle, someone run past the curtains, and went over to the kitchen window. A girl with pink and blonde hair-Melina, by her soft nose and almond-shaped eyes-was going for the knives set up by the stove; her hand went out to grab one, but a second before her bloody fingers made contact, a girl with caramel blonde hair in an elaborate ponytail dove at her-high enough that I saw her outfit through the window-and Melina's head hit the counter.

I stood on my tiptoes to see the blonde girl grab Melina's hair and smash her into the white tile. When Melina stopped groaning, she grabbed a steak knife from the edge of the counter without standing, and effortlessly drove it through Melina's temple.

I was smiling.

The blonde girl stood up, showing her profile-the long nose, big eyes, and high cheekbones labeled her as Tris, which made me smile wider.

She looked around, then grabbed something from Melina's boot. A knife.

"Bitch." Tris spat-actually spat-and wiped the dagger on Melina's grey pants. "Stole my blade." She grumbled, and kicked the girl in the head. "Dyed your hair my color! Which, I mean, that's just fucking creepy. You're a fucking stalker."

I cleared my throat, and she looked up. She pushed open the window over the sink. "Hey." She said softly.

"Hi. So she's dead?" I asked.

She smiled in triumph. "Yep. I killed the bitch."

"Finally." I said. "So, I watched you in that last part."

"Why." She replied cautiously, narrowing her eyes.

"'Cause I heard her scream. Anyway. What you did there, that was pretty Dauntless."

"What?"

"Look, I know your Pack-less right know, and you have a lot of Dauntless material."

"Are you asking me to join?"

"Well, you still have to pass initiation."

"Of course."

"But, yes. I'm inviting you."

Tris squealed.

THIS WAS SHORT BUT YEAH. I needed to put SOMETHING up. Review, lovelies.