Death Wish

Part 3

Rency and I maintained a quiet conversation, mostly driven by her, during the time it took for us to get settled into our new living spaces. She'd already asked me a series of random questions that I answered out of polite kindness.

Favorite color? Silver. Age? 18. Favorite food? Breakfast food. How many siblings? 1.

I wasn't sure if she was actually that chatty naturaly or just nervous.

"Shoot, I already kind of miss my family. I wish I could have said goodbye to my brothers," Rency said nostalgicly. "What about you?"

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah do you think you're going to miss your family?" She followed.

"No. Not really," I said back a little more coldly than I'd intended

She nodded and politely didn't press further. But she couldn't hide the curiosity in her eyes.

"I mean-... I'll miss my friend, I mean friends, I guess," I added awkwardly,  which still seemed to do little to sate her interest.

"Me too," Rency chimed.

I pulled off my white and black Candor shirt revealing a black bra and modest chest. A boy, I think named Frankfurt, from Erudite, with a beautifully sculpted jawline and wavy hair, wolf whistled.

I glared at him from the corner of my eyes.

"Fuck off," I said but that only caused his caustic grin to expand. Rency glared at him too but try as she might, she didn't appear all that intimidating.

I slipped on the black tank top and cargo pants provided by Dauntless that fit my athletic figure well.

About ten minutes later, the group of transfers decided to venture to the pit and get dinner. I followed the group with Rency beside me. I barely knew her but she was the closest thing I had to a friend in this unkown setting. And if I'd learned anything in Candor, it's that friends are hard to come by.

I didn't mind the quiet moment between us but noticed she looked increasingly anxious as unfamiliar and intimidating Dauntless members passed by. Many were tall and muscular looking with tattoos and all wore black or dark clothes. I decided to attempt a conversation to ease my new red headed companion.

"So, uh Rency... why did you pick Dauntless?" I asked randomly as we walked down to the Pit.

Rency looked at me, obviously happy to talk. "I just couldn't stay in Amity anymore. Being kind all the time and never being able to tell people what you really think is torture," She answered thoughtfully.

I chuffed at the irony. My torture was being stuck in a faction where I couldn't keep anything to myself. But that wasn't been the only reason I left.

"I can understand that," I said, offering a faint smile. "You might of fit in with Candor in that case."

"Thats true, but I don't really like arguing with others. My brothers and I used to always fight it out, especially when we were younger. And I still feel that way sometimes," Rency explained and I nodded in thought.

We fell quiet again as we slowly walked into the pit which was bustling with people. We quickly passed through the buffet and most of the food were greasy carbs and meat wrapped in more carbs. I like corn dogs and fried chicken as much as the next person but even then, my appetite didn't seem all that interested in anything the Dauntless pit had to offer.

Poor Rency, a vegetarian, almost gagged as she tried to put a hamburger on her pate. I chuckled as she quickly ran past the rest of the oily food to where the small supply of fruits and veggies was.