Hello lovely reader, the Dauntless rule of being kicked out isn't in this story, so everyone stays and no one can become factionless. Please read and review, it would mean a bunch. Enjoy :D
Tris is also a little different at the start.
The Rebel that won.
Chapter One.
Tris' POV.
I was Abnegation. I have just chosen Dauntless as my faction. My brother Caleb and I have waited to choose for so long and now we are finally here. Caleb has also chosen Dauntless. We start training tomorrow. This is me wrapped in one. Tris Prior.
The dank smell of the Dauntless halls engulf my nose to the point where I can taste it at the back of my throat. Caleb is standing on my right and we are at the back of the group listening to a guy named Four, talking about the rules. He stops just before a small sort of bridge that crosses over what looks like oblivion.
"This is the chasm, many people have died from trying to jump it and I'm sure many people are to make the same stupid mistake in the future. There is a thin line between idiocy and bravery." Four speaks as if he has witnessed people jump before, which wouldn't surprise me. As we walk across the bridge some guy in black and white, Candor, pretends to shove me off the side of the very narrow path. Caleb catches my hand and tugs me back to relative safety. I see Caleb ball his fist up, but I get there first sucker punching the Candor right in the mouth. He stumbles back but regains his composure and starts at me. Without even seeing it Four is between us holding us by our throats.
"You will have plenty of time for this once we get into training. But both of you listen when I say this, it is not acceptable to fight out side of training. understood!" He shouted the last part. I try to nod but his grip is restricting me from it and he knows so. He releases his grip and walks away to finish the tour.
The rest of the day seems to go in a blur. The next thing I know is my head is resting on my bunk pillow and I'm drifting away in to darkness.
A sharp sound awakens me, I open my eyes to find them sticking together and demanding at least two more hours of rest. The lights have been turned on and I see our two instructors, Four and Eric.
"Get up, training starts in five minutes, be at the fighting mats in three." Erics voice booms out, then he takes his leave. I see Four waiting for us to get up and leave but there is just no way my body is going to function right now, so I rest my head and close my eyes drifting back off to sleep.
Ouch! I shoot up right out of my bed. My eyes are blurred until they focus on a figure. As my eyes adjust I see Four with a ball in his hands. He throws it right at my face and I feel that stinging pain again on my nose.
"Why do you think that you are special enough to have a lay in, even I'm not allowed to be that lazy." He says and threatens to throw the ball again. I scramble out of the bed in an attempt to get away from another hit, the result was my ankles getting caught up in the covers and me very ungracefully crashing out of bed. I was pissed now.
"Crap! What the hell is your problem Mr Muscle, what did you not get any steroids today or something." I say out of pure anger, then regret it from the evil stare he is giving me.
"Get ready, or I'll make you." He threatens.
"Thats a bunch of bull, you can't make me do shit." I retort.
"Fine." He says and walks in to the bathroom; I follow him unsure of what he is doing. With one move he has me pinned to the tile wall of the shower by my throat, not so much as to choke me but just to keep me there. He grabs the shower head, turns it on and sprays it all over me. I'm soaked, he even made sure to have it on cold water so I was freezing as well.
"I'm sure you'll get changed now ay?" He says sarcastically. I scowl at him and try to bat his hand away but he flips me around and restrains me, now with my back pressed against his front in his attempt at defending him self, I start to laugh.
"Whats so funny, the fact that you look like a wet rat?"He asks.
"No, the fact that you are now soaked as well." I giggle and he pushes me away looking down at his wet t-shirt and black trousers. He grunts in frustration and whips his t-shirt off. I stop laughing, almost In a trance as I uncontrollably gawk at his amazingly defined upper half.
"Listen initiate, this is the last time I will let you slip, your lucky it wasen't Eric you did this to, he has other ways of discipline. Ones that I don't exactly agree on." Four says. I gulp at the way he says 'other', I mean he wouldn't- No surely he dosn't- I refuse to think like that.
"Get changed and go to training initiate."
"My name is Tris." I shout out after him as he walks through the doors.
Once I am changed, I go to the training hall. All eyes are on me as soon as I set foot in the place. I stand next to one of the punching sacks and start to pound in to it. About half a minute later Eric calls my name to the mat. I walk on to the dark grey square ready to face my opponent. I wait so long I think that he has forgotten about me, until he steps on to the mat, wait what. Eric wants me to fight him. Crap. I see Four out of the corner of my eye and he is pretending to pay attention to a small round girl, but every couple of seconds he looks my way.
"We have two minutes, just like everyone else. The is the penalty for being late." Eric says, so this is just for being late? Four must not have told him of our encounter earlier. Eric starts the timer and stands in a fighting stance, I copy the way he stands. This will be my first real fight I have ever had, sure I got in some truffles and some fights with Caleb, but nothing ever this serious. The whole class has now gathered to basically watch me get royally pummeled. Caleb stands horrified on the sidelines, as I look at him I realize that was my first mistake. Eric smashed a knee into my gut, and I doubled over, that leading to his advantage as he grabs my hair and slaps my across the face, hard. My vision blurs from the pain, it feels like lava is running down the side of my face. I get ready to take the next hit, but he does a strange turning and then, BAM! I'm face down on the floor with his body weight crushing down on me. His solid chest is compressed against my upper back. He snakes one hand under my stomach and gets horrible close to my lower mid-section. I'm afraid he might actually try to feel me up until the timer goes off and he whispers in my ear.
"I'd watch your back." His horrid breath making me flinch with every word. Then he was off me and gone. Of course no one would have seen him do what he almost did, because it was all hidden by our bodies. Caleb comes to my aid and helps me up.
"Come on, let's get an ice pack for that thing." He said, talking about the bruise that must have risen on my face. I completely forgot about that in the mits of everything else.
Well crap, I haven't exactly got off to a good start.
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