Divergent: No War

Training Part Two

I wake up in strong arms. I slip out and go to the closet. I pick out black ripped skinny jeans, my combat boots, a purple shirt that shows my tattoos, and a leather jacket. I change in the bathroom and put on a bandaid. Then I put on dark red lipstick and mascara. I walk out and see Tobias still asleep. I ignore it, we still have twenty minutes and he only takes about two to get ready. I pick up miles and change his diaper. This kid is a heavy sleeper. I feed him a bottle and take him to Christina's.

"Thanks Chris!" I say.

"No problem!" She says.

"Tobias Eaton!" I yell. He jolts awake. "You have five miles Ute's until training, get up!" He gets out of bed and I run to the dining hall, grab a muffin and run back to the room. I throw it to him and sprint to the training room. He was still tying his shoes. He comes through the doors just before the initiates.

"Today you will learn how to shoot a gun and how to fight. To borrow you will start fights." Tobias says as he presses a gun in the hands of each initiate. I stand at the end of the row with a loaded gun. "Watch as Six demonstrates how to shoot," he says. With that I turn the safety off, inhale, aim, exhale, shoot. It hits dead center. The initiates stare at me in awe.

"Go ahead," I say. They face their targets and start shooting. I walk to Tobias and and sit on the table next to him. Greg is just waving his gun around, acting like an idiot. I shop off the table and start toward Greg. I press my gun to his head and turn the safety off. He stands perfectly still. "You are holding a loaded gun you idiot, act like it." I lower the gun and walk back to Tobias.

"Nice job," he whispers.

"I just copied you," I say. Once all the initiates hit the center we release them to lunch. I sit at a table with Tobias. Greg sits next to me. "What do you want?" I ask.

"You," he says.

"Go away," I say.

"Now why would I do that?" He asks. I roll my eyes and keep eating. "What's your real name?" Greg asks.

"That's none of your business," I say.

"Tell me," he growls.

"Now why would I do that?" I ask, standing up. I start toward the training room but Greg grabs my wrist. He wrenches me back and bring my lips to his. I sweep kick his legs and run toward the training room. I hear someone following me but I don't look back I run in the doors and slam them shut. I sit on the table and bring my knees to my chest. I don't cry, there's no reason to. I'm infuriated. I can't believe he would have the nerve to do that! Some OE opens the doors and wraps me in a hug. I can tell it's Tobias by the smell. I look up in his eyes. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

"You have no reason to be," he says. I kiss him but pull back soon.

"We need to hang the punching bags," I say. He helps me off the table and we get the punching bags. We hang them up and I punch one. It makes a lot movement than it did last year. I smile. The initiates file in. Tobias demonstrates some punches and I show how to use your knees and elbows. They line up by the bag and start. Tobias and I evaluate each of the initiates. We dismiss them and I walk to one of the bags. I start punching and a hand presses to my abdomen.

"Remember when I did this?" Tobias asks.

"I'll never forget," I say. I spin around and bring his lips to mine. He kisses back but we pull back after a while.

"Let's go get Miles," he says. I smile.

"Okay," I say. We walk to Christina's and thank her, then get Miles. We bring him in the apartment and he starts to cry. I change his diaper and rock him to sleep. I haven't been able to be around him much because of training. He falls asleep and I set him in his crib. I shower and take off my make up, then change. I crawl in bed and Tobias showers, then walks out and wraps me in his arms. We fall asleep.

I'm in a room with Eric and Tobias.

"Throw it at her," Eric says. Tobias throws a knife straight at my head. Why would he do that? I thought he loved me.

"I though you loved me!" I scream.

"I hate you," he says.

I wake up to a sweaty body and tear stained face.

"Tris, what's wrong?" Tobias asks.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

"Of course!" He says. He wraps me in his arms tighter and I cry into his shirt. I eventually calm down enough to explain.

"I had a dream that Eric made you throw knifes at me and you threw one straight at me, and said you hate me," I say.

"Tris, I love you," he says.

"I love you, too," I say. Miles starts crying and I get out of bed. I walk to his room a and pick him up. I grab a bottle and feed him. He falls back asleep and I kiss his forehead, then set him in his crib. I go back to my bedroom and Tobias wraps me in his arms. We fall asleep again.