Title: Psychological Games

Author: Ashley

Disclaimer: Belongs to Veronica Roth. Oh, how I wish Peter belonged to me.

Summary: Peter Hayes is ruthless, conniving, manipulative and calculating. He will do anything and everything to get ahead and to make sure he is always on the winning side of the line. So then why is Peter all of the sudden showing any mercy towards Tris Prior?

Timeline: Starting from Divergent where Peter/Tris were paired up to fight against one another.

Note: This is going to be a little different in the chapter sense. I'm going to post-quick chapters. They are going to be a little shorter in length, but hopefully post them quick enough where it all still flows. It just helps me get a longer story out if I'm not writing very long chapters each time, but more like breaking them up. I'm not sure if this is even going to work, but I'm going to try it!

Let me know what you think!


The first time Peter Hayes played a psychological game on me, was when we were paired up to fight against each other in another round of battle.

My heart flew to my stomach when I heard Eric's words echo throughout the compound.

"First fight. Peter verses Tris."

I had hoped that I heard him wrong, but as I turned my body away from the scoreboard, my hands firmly planted on my hips, I watched as Peter patted the edge of the mat, his body tall and firmly present, shaking his long limbs as he geared up to fight.

The rules were simple. Four words. Fifteen letters.

Fight to the death.

With a shake of my head and Christina and Will on either side of me, I made my way onto the mat.

Four grabs ahold of my wrist letting me know that Peter steps before he punches. I try to lock that information away in my head as I make my way onto the mat.

I get into fighter position and hear Peter's words, "You alright there, stiff? You look like you are about to cry."

And so it began.

Kick. Jab. Punch.

My body ached from the countless merciless attacks that Peter charged. I felt him grab me around my middle and leg, gravitation working against my force as he lifted me up and threw me hard against the floor, a grunt leaving my lungs as I connected with a thud against the mat. I then felt Peter connect his foot with my stomach and I recoiled backwards.

"Come on, stop playing with each other." I hear Eric drawl from the corner of the mat. I scoff in my head at his choice of words, as if anything about this was a game.

I stand up slowly, my muscles and body raw with the strength of Peter's fighting skills. It wasn't by chance that he was currently ranked at number one.

I look Peter in the eye, not willing to back down from the fight. I involuntary noted that his eyes were darker, a darker shade no doubt because of the intensity that he currently had in my direction, but I noted that there were hints of green with golden flecks reflecting back at me. I would usually find that beautiful, but a shiver flew down my spine with the expression on his face.

Focused.

Determined.

And a look that many of us have had because we all knew that it was either you or your opponent.

Lethal.

Before I could blink, Peter took a step and suddenly I was on the ground again.

I heard Four's words in my head again. He steps before he punches.

But that didn't stop me from falling hard, yet again.

That punch hurt.

I coughed, a sticky substance on my upper lip that I have come to know as blood. It took me a second to shake my head, but I looked up from the furrow of my brow and watched as a blurry form walked away.

Four.

I didn't have time to process the meaning behind him leaving before I felt a shadow fall over my face, my body and mind registering what was about to happen.

Time seemed to slow down in that moment. I knew this was the end for me. My shaking body couldn't take anymore. I had no more energy left in me and I knew this was the moment the fight was going to end. I was going to lose.

I took a moment to brace myself. For the inevitable. But then…

Nothing.

There was a pause. A stillness in the air that could not be explained.

One second.

Two.

Three.

I took a moment and furrowed my eyebrows, a crinkle forming in between my eyes when it felt like minutes, only for nothing to have happened.

I close my eyes and swallow hard as I gathered my courage and took a chance to look up.

Peter's left foot hovered above me, his body shaking, beads of sweat dripping down his neck from the not only physical, but mental excursion fighting has caused on his body, his breathing fast, and yet controlled, at the same time.

Why wasn't he finishing me off?

My body and mind didn't seem to connect. Didn't process what possible reason why I wasn't knocked out the way I should have been. Time seemed to stand still and everyone else faded away. Our eyes connected for a brief moment, and it wasn't until I heard Christina yell out to me, that I was swept back to the present situation and with every last bit of force that I had left in my body, did I grab ahold of his right ankle and pulled with the last bit of strength that I left, a thud echoing throughout the room.

I heard Peter grunt as he lay next to me, our bodies in sync with one another as we tried bringing air back into our starved lungs. I chanced a look at his face and I swallowed hard.

His face had a look to kill.

"Alright, that's enough." Eric's voice boomed, startling me a little. "Everyone get out. The fight is over."

I heard Peter punch the mat with his fist, an animal growl leaving his throat as he stood up fast and stormed off, pushing past Christina as he left.

From the corner of my eye I saw Eric sneer as he turned his back and left as well. I closed my eyes, a small smile appearing on my lips, trying to take in the realization that I didn't lose.

At an instant, Christina and Will stormed over, extending their arms as they helped me up.

"What in the heck was that?" Christina asked, a look of confusion on her face.

"Yeah, what in the hell just happened? Peter had you." Will interjected.

I didn't know what to say. What was there to say? "I don't know." I breathed out.

I turned my head and saw the last of Peter's shadow as he turned the corner and disappeared completely out of sight.

Will was right. Peter had me. He could have ended it, but he didn't. At this moment, I didn't know if I was grateful, or even more afraid of what was to come.


And there you have it. I have the next 2 chapters mostly written out. So the next chapter should be out soon!

As you can see, I took a scene from the movie, but I'm twisting it to my will!

Let me know what you think!