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Fight

Tris POV

It's been days since I chose Dauntless over Abnegation. I feel heavy with guilt, thinking about what my father would say to me, if he saw me now. I quickly stop, thinking self pity would be too self indulgent. Focus. Beads of sweat fly off from my face, as I wipe my sweaty palms on my slacks. I heave for air. I see Peter charging towards me again, his eyes filled with greed for pain. He looks like a young Eric.

He sends me flying onto the floor, knocking out the air from my lungs. I gasp. I block his next hit with my forearm, ducking my face away. His tackle has me lying down with him on top of me, pounding freely at my face, stomach, legs, everything. Everything hurts so much, I can actually hear the throbbing. I open my eyes, and only when our eyes meet, did I realise that I was trying to seek comfort in Four. He looks at me, his face controlled, though his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his face contorted in something between anger and guilt.

According to Dauntless rules, one of you could also concede. Four had said,

According the old rules. In the new rules, no one concedes. Eric replied, his face showing nothing but pure greed.

I cough up blood, as I am thrown down onto the ground again. I won't concede. I can't concede. Four's eyes hold me bound to consciousness. I am being held up by Peter's fist balling my shirt. I see Four walk out of the room, pushing the doors a little too hard. Eric glances at Four, then towards me again, looking thoughtful. He seems to forget everything else, as the corners of his mouth twitch up in an unbelievably cruel smile, and he hears a crack. Peter broke my arm.

"SHE CONCEDES!" I hear someone yell, everything is too blurry to tell where or who the sound came from. The kicks and hits stop abruptly, I wonder why. Everything is spinning around, and all I can see are black dots staining my sight. If I had not been so close to the outer ring, I wouldn't have heard Eric's next words.

"She concedes?" Eric's voice is quiet and low, dangerous. Like a predator purring quietly, waiting to pounce on their prey.

"You don't get to decide when she concedes!" He shouts, everybody jumping at his words. At this point, I see that Eric has made his way over to Al, bending his face down towards him. Al doesn't back away, but eventually he looks away, silently showing submission. I smile, or I attempt to smile. It's nice to know that you have friends that care for you.

"I'll make an exception this time." He says, "Stiff! Get up! If you don't I will take it as a sign of capitulation. And there's a punishment for that."

I wince, biting back a groan as I try to work myself up. I know the others are hoping I will concede, but I refuse to surrender to Peter. To Eric. I am on my knees now. Every time I move my limbs a fraction of an inch, unbearable pain shoots through my entire body. I am about to haul myself up, when I feel a forceful kick at my side. I look up in surprise as Peter snickers down at me. I land on the floor with a heavy thud. I feel blood running from my nose and mouth. I see that the blackness is closing in on me fast.

The last thing I remember before I pass it out are Eric's happy, but devastatingly cruel words, "The Stiff concedes! Punishment..."

Four POV

I can't watch Peter hurt her. I hate myself for taking special interest in her. It's been so many years since an Abnegation born initiate has been willing to choose Dauntless. So many years. I've always had a bad feeling about Peter, and the way his cruel eyes were stalking Tris, as if he wanted to beat her to death, just confirmed my suspicions. It was the same look Eric got in his eyes when he was fighting, or punishing for that matter. I clench my fists and lean back against the wall. I hear the sound of fist hitting flesh, and I wince. I don't know why she is special. Perhaps, it is because she is from Abnegation. But she is a reminder from my past, and my past is not something I want to remember.

I don't know how long I've been standing there, but eventually when all the initiates file out, their expressions show fear, except three people. Those people happening to be Peter, Drew and Molly. Peter has a few bruises and a cracked lip, but that's all. I fear for Tris' condition. I'm unable to contain my horror, as I see Al carrying Tris in his arms. A strange feeling of jealousy suddenly passes through. I should be holding her. I quickly brush it away, too many years of Dauntless has changed me. But I'm glad I'm not in Abnegation anymore. She had more bruises than I can count, she is bleeding from almost every possible opening, and her arm is twisted at an awkward angle.

"Four..." She croaks out, locking her eyes with me. Without thinking, I go forward, touching her head gently. Quickly I pull back, realising the others are staring at me. Before I get a chance to do anymore, Eric calls out. His voice is low and satisfied, which unsettles me. I stare at him. He beckons me towards him. Anybody would've seen that as a friendly gesture, but only he and I know different. He leads the way, not stopping until we reach the place where we both know are no hidden cameras.

"You have feelings for the Stiff." He says, breaking the silence. I stare at him, my face unyielding, showing no emotions.

"What makes you think that." I say as coolly as I can, I try not to show my dread or panic, but I can tell he heard it, even though I thought I had it controlled.

"I know more than you think I do" He whispers, leaning in close enough that only I heard it. He starts to stroll away, an agonising smirk on his face. I catch his wrist, holding him back. I squeeze harder than I should, but I don't care. I push him into the wall. Hard. For milliseconds, he looks surprised, then it's gone. His harsh smirk is back on his face, though this time, it has faltered a bit.

"If you hurt her, I will personally come find you." I hiss as coolly and icily, that Eric seems to lose his smirk. I walk away before I see that wicked sneer planted on his face again.

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