Resurgent: A Divergent Fanfiction

Chapter 44

Tris POV

I walk out of the training room breathing heavy. Partially cause I feel tired courtesy to the little sassy in my stomach. Kicks so hard on the inside...

I walk to my room and just lay in bed. Uriah is nice. I wonder if I've known him before. If he was the so called Four.

I pull on a long sleeve and check the clock. It's almost dinner time.

I get up from bed. You can see a small bulging from my stomach, but it's not very noticeable honestly.

I sigh and walk towards the Pit to eat.

I sit by myself at the usual table. It's in the corner rather isolated, yet peaceful. Most Dauntless tend to leave me alone anyways.

Im halfway through dinner when Uriah comes over.

"Hey Tris. Come sit with us!" He says cheerfully, and puts on a flirtatious smile.

"Uhh no thanks I'm good." I say.

"C'mon I want you to meet my friends. They'll like you." Uriah says.

"Look I'm not in the mood for flirting. I'm not a coquette that you think you can win over." I say. Yes that was a it harsh, but it will get him off my case...

"Okay okay! Chill Tris, Im not trying to win you over. I have a girlfriend..." He says, his face showing a glimpse of curiosity. "She's quite like you. She also complains a lot about her memory loss. I think you'd get along quite well actually. Her names Christina"

The name hits but shit I can't put a face or memory of her.

"Look I still have no interest maybe another time." I say.

"I insist." He says.

"Me too." I say.

"Ooh Uriah trying to get another girlfriend?" A voice perks behind

I look. There are two guys and one girl.

"Im really not in the mood." I reply.

"No Carlos, I was trying to get her to meet you guys but I guess that's already happened. Tris, this is Carlos, Andrew and Christina."

"Hello." I say neutrally and stand up, trying to push through but Andrew steps in the way.

"Hit me up sometime." Andrew says and Christina slaps him.

"Gods can't you give a girl space when she needs it?" She says

"Ok guys just leave." Uriah says, "See you around Tris." He says cheerfully.

I wave my hand up without looking back. My natural instincts lead me to the training room. Uriah and Christina are nice, but I'm not so sure I like his friends...

I walk into the training room. There is already a guy there. He throws swiftly and tirelessly, witn deadly precision and accuracy.

If he noticed me, he doesnt say or show anything. I awkwardly walk past him and get a bag of knives, noticing his tattoo. There are a few flames curling out of his jacket and curling down his neck.

I walk back, the silence is unbearable.

"Hi, what's your name?" I ask

He pauses and turns to me, his face emotionless. "Dont talk to me."

I analyze him: He's alot taller, very strong built and quick, dark cool blue eyes, handsome face. I catch myself before falling in a daze staring in his eyes

"I was merely asking your name." I say quietly.

"Yea yea I get girl shit flirts everyday." He says. Ooh giving me the dark side too.

"Ohkay.." I murmur quietly.

He continues throwing your knives and I turn and throw mine. His aptitude puts immense pressure on me, and I focus extra hard.

I throw the first one. It's 4 centimeters off center. I throw again. Bullseye. Slowly I get warmed up. Knives fly quicker and quicker. Harder and harder. Closer and closer.

By the time my knives are gone his are too. Thudding sound echoes faintly in the distance. He turns and looks at me, definitely surprised.

It takes all I have not to look back. Instead, I head to pick my knives and pull them out. I walk and shake my head so my hair blocks my face. I get the knives and stroll out. Even as I speed walk, I feel his eyes boring into my soul. As much as I want to turn around and ask for his name again, I don't.

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Tobias POV

Practically everyday I go training in the morning. Thats when the room is most empty. It's also good I can clear my frustration of memory loss in the morning better than getting irritated throughout the day.

Just practicing my shots and skills. But I had to work an early shift in intelligence today in the control room. So I had to train after dinner. I hate that, since almost every time a girl or flirt will walk in just by coincidence and stay or try to show off. I'm not impressed and I doubt I will ever.

Dauntless girls may be tough physically, but they're every bit as wimpy and whiny when they talk to guys.

Like the other day this girl came and stayed and started showing off throwing knives too. Missed the center consistently. Yea I notice it but barely show it. Caught her checking me out too.

I could care less about the stupid world. And more about my memories

Did I even have a love? Why did I have my tattoo? Who were my parents?

Freakin memory loss sucks.

You never realize how much it hurts til you it actually happens.

Anyways so I went straight to the training room after dinner and started throwing knives

It went okay. Hit the center every time. The usual. Just waiting for that interruption to piss me off even more cause she has no idea and doesn't know anything,

I'm like that too, I guess, but I think about my memories. They don't. What's with these people. They don't feel like 50% of their brain is gone but just not physically?

Another girl walks in. She looks very irritated. My everyday attitude.

"Hi what's your name?" She asks.

"Don't talk to me." I reply darkly.

She looks surprised, curious. That's different. Most girls tend to then jump on me or start whining.

"I was merely asking your name." She says.

I regret starting my conversation with her. But I have to defend myself. "Yea yea I get girl shit flirts everyday."

She murmurs something I don't hear. But I already feel guilty. Not a feeling I've ever felt towards any female.

She glances at my target, noticing all the knives in dead center, and bites her lip. Then I sense her walk behind me to the table of knives.

My mind is racing fast. I can't put the words. She's definitely different. Was this girl my love? She looks fit. Except this little wedge sticking out of her gut. If she has muscles, you definitely cannot see them. But there's an aura, like she radiates bravery, or 'difference.'

What's the word. Difference? NO its this other di-something.

Bullshit I can't even remember my vocabulary

I notice this all as I throw knives. She starts throwing too, looking uncomfortable. Slowly and slowly her knives have greater speed and accuracy.

Her last knife sinks all the way in the target you can barely see the handle.

I turn and look at her. Couldn't help it.

She swishes her long hair over so you can't see her face, and I hide my scowl.

As she walks out I stare.

Why did I make that shitty conversation start.

And how the hell did she attract me with saying a few shitty sentences and throwing her knives?