Fourtris fanfiction

Declaration of war

When I finish getting ready I head back to the initiates cabin, opening the door. My group is standing in a straight line, some talking quietly, stoping when I speak, "Okay. Well today we will be learning how to fight. All day we will learn the basics and the technique. Tomorrow you will be pinned against each other. You will need to beat as many people possible in the correct way possible. You can still get a high score if you lose, but only if you have the correct technique and capability. Any questions?" No one answered. Some looked at each other, pinpointing their weak spots. I turn around and lead them to the training area.
"Where is Four?" Tara asks, looking around like he's hiding behind a table. I grit my teeth.
"I don't think he will be joining us today" I replied simply as she pouts. 'Oh grow up! He's mine!' I scream in my head, biting the inside of my cheek. 'Don't kill her with the knife that's in my belt, barely a hands reach away... Tempting' I shake it off. "Stand in a circle, we will start by going through punches." I demonstrate the stance and the out wards punch, as if I hit something. Preferably Tara's face...
They do their best to imitate it. "Not bad. Hold it!" I say as I go around the group and perfect their technique. I angle Max's wrist down slightly, "it needs to be straight with your arm. Good use of core strength" I motioned the difference. He nods. I move to Emma, "No no. Your core is good and your arm angle is correct. Put your thumb over the fingers. Not fingers over the thumb." I said as I unwrapped her hand and put it together a again. I move Tara's arm up and straighten it out. "You need to use your core strength Tara" I said simply. She tightens it slightly and let's go. "No. You need to keep your core strength the whole time. You need to strengthen it up." I say. She drops her hands down.
"But why?" She whines in a shrill voice.
"Because, fighting is ALL ABOUT CORE STRENGTH! Without it you would die. You walk around using your core strength. Everything you do requires core strength. Now go on the floor and hold a bridge for a minute. Every time you touch the bottom five seconds will be added." I replied sternly. "I don't wanna!!! It hurts my stoma-"
"SHUT UP AND HOLD THE BRIDGE!" I yell at her. She goes down and starts complaining immediately.
"Why do I have to this?! My tummy hurts. Why do I ne-"
"Hold your tongue or you'll be doing it all day." I bit at her. When she is finally done she drops to the ground. "You're a pansy cake. If you're going to get in dauntless you need to shut up, grow up, quit complaining and being a spoilt pansy cake and DEAL WITH IT!!!" I spat ferociously at her as she gets up and massages her stomach. I fix everyone else and teach them blocks.
"Okay guys. That wraps it up for today, practice and practice because you will need it tomorrow. And do push ups. Sit ups. Push outs. Bridges. That kind of stuff. Good luck. Tara I need a word with you." I mutter to her. I am proud of everyone else, I have high hopes for them. They file put and back into their rooms, Tara walks over, still massaging her stomach. "Why did you choose dauntless?" I ask her.
"Well it seems like a good idea, and I like it, the food is great and the people are ni-"
"Well then it's too bad for you if you leave isn't it?" I snapped at her. She looked at me. "You need to stop complaining and toughen up, don't show the pain inside and suck it up. Keep getting better and stronger. This is no time to relax okay? One false move and you are booted out for good." I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. She doesn't leave.
"You're just jealous because I have a better chance with your crush then you do!" I didn't hesitate as I lunged at her pinning her to the ground. She shrieks. "If you mean Four then you are sadly mistaken and delirious. He won't love you, not while I'm here. He is mine and mine alone! Now hold your tongue or I will kill you! See this knife in my belt? It would be a shame if it dropped out and... Cut your throat?" I say menacingly. Giving a smile with malice mixed in. She whimpers. "Good luck tomorrow. Maybe if you train hard enough you could get somewhere." I throw her away, she stumbles and runs back to the room.