Chapter Two:
a/n: Hey guys! What's up? it's your girl Bianca. I know I haven't updated four of my stories, but I'll do better, I promise! Secondly, I got some of the ideas from a YouTube video, which I will link in my Twitter, Biancalovestoread. That's where I'll tweet about my life, and when i'll update and stuff. follow on there, and you'll get a shout out on my fanFictionddnet profile page. Also, I have a question-and-answer thing posted, titled Ask Bianca. See inside for more details. Lastly, I'll post my writing playlist on Twitter, and YouTube, (my YouTube is Bianca Books), so keep a look-out for that. Alrighty, I think that's about it, so let's jet right into the chaster!
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Chapter Two:
Tris POV
When the ceremony is over, Caleb and I follow the Dauntless. I can't run, so Caleb grabs my hand, and drags me down the stairs. I trust him not to let me fall flat on my face. He pulls me out to where the Dauntless are in a line, and pulls me behind him to the moving train. He yells for me to keep pace, and jumps in. I struggle not to curse the world for everything it's done to me, and to get through the pain. He leans out, along with another girl, and they grab me, hoisting me into the car. I fall immediately, but Caleb catches me.
"Are you together or something?" asks the girl who helped pull us into the car. "That would be incest. She's my sister." Caleb says, helping me sit up, and passing me my medical bag. "Take your medicine."
I force a laugh, and say, "Yes sir." I pop the pills, and put the bottle back into the bag.
When the train slows, I hear someone yell, "They're jumping off!"
Caleb extends a hand to me, and I grab it. He pulls me to my feet, and leads me to the open door of the train. We jump together, but no sooner do I land, than I crumble falling to the ground, clutching my stomach as my pace maker struggles to compensate from the moving around it's just received. Caleb kneels beside me, grabbing my hand, and letting me squeeze the shit out of it. I slowly sit up, muttering profanities, and Caleb gently pulls me up, and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
Max, a Dauntless leader, the same one that was at a leaders' meeting while I explained my medical needs, and asked if a faction would take me, begins to speak in a tone that probably should've intimidated me. But the thing is, when you've been told multiple times that you have only a few hours to live, you don't get intimidated easily.
Max asks who is going to be the first to jump, and I move forward. Caleb moves behind me, steadying me as I stumble onto the ledge. Max smiles and nods, and I leap.
I twist, so that I won't land on my stomach, and fall. I hit something, bounce up, and hit the net again, swearing under my breath, my hand flying to my stomach.
I sit up slowly, and see several hands reaching out to help me off the net. I grab a hand, and am soon pulled off the net onto solid ground.
"What's your name?" the person belonging to the hand I grabbed asks. "Um... Bea... Tris."
"Is Tris your final answer?" I nod, and he turns, announcing that I was the first jumper. Caleb hits the net soon after, and frantically looks for me. I smirk, and gesture him over. He tells Four his name, without changing it, and gives me a quick hug. I relax against him for a second, and then pull myself together.
Four leads us around. Christina makes some unwarranted comments which gets her yelled at by Four, and then we arrive at dinner. I shoot Caleb a panicked glance, wondering how I'll hide my disorder. He'd shielded me when I took my medicine on the train, but he can't do that for me at dinner, can he?
I sit down, and he sits beside me on the left. Four sits next to me on the right, and Christina sits across the table from us. I glance at Caleb again, and he slides the softer stuff to me. I manage to force down a bit, but the pain is intense every time I eat, and I'm usually scared to eat a lot.
Christina broaches the subject. "You must be awfully close to switch factions together."
Four's head snaps in our direction. I'm squeezing Caleb's hand, while with the other, I try to sneak the pills into the water without Four noticing. I do it quickly, but he catches me stirring my water with the straw, and his eyes snap to mine.
"Me and my brother are pretty close. He's been there for me during a lot. Now, if you'll excuse me." I jump up, Caleb following me out of the room, and rush to the nearest bathroom.
Unfortunately, it's a big bathroom, that's available to both males and females, and it has multiple stalls. Just wonderful.
I fall to my knees, Caleb standing behind me, knowing that I hate doing this. I empty my stomach violently into the toilet, gasping between the puking. Caleb hands me some paper towels just as the door opens, and Four enters. I quickly wipe the puke off my chin, wad the paper towels up, and leave the bathroom with Caleb.
TIME SKIP:
Caleb and I are inseparable. He's always there to make sure I'm okay, and to make sure that nothing bad happens with my medication.
Christina and an Erudite transfer, Will, are also by my side, once they find out the truth. I'm doing okay in initiation, but I'm most definitely not the best initiate.
Four has been teaching us to fight, and today's the first day we have to actually fight someone. I check the board as I enter, to find Eric, the greasy-haired, rather repulsive, Dauntless leader, writing names on the chalkboard. When he moves back, my face drains of all color.
Caleb, Molly
Christina, Will
Al, Edward
Myra, Drew
Tris, Peter
I step into the ring when it's my turn, barely able to keep from freaking out. Peter is about six inches taller, and about sixty pounds heavier. And he also doesn't have the disadvantage of a particularly severe stomach disorder. Peter starts to punch, and on the third strike, he hits my stomach, right where my pace maker resides. I double over, screaming curses, and aim a sloppy punch of my own. But Peter is stronger. His fists connect with my face, my stomach, and my ribs multiple times. Eventually, after gagging, and falling hard, landing in a fetal position to protect my stomach, I hear someone scream, "Enough!"
Two figures rush towards me, Caleb and Four. Caleb falls to his knees next to me, and gras my hand. "You okay, Sis?" he asks.
I shake my head, and whisper, "Basin? Please?" "Get her to Helena!" Eric snaps. "Good job, Peter."
I feel Caleb's hand grabbing mine, and he attempts to drag me to my feet. I stumble, and fall, landing on my stomach. I gasp, and fight the bile in my throat.
Four scoops me up, and Caleb grabs the trash can in the corner of the room, position under my chin in case I do vomit. Which, unfortunately for me, I do. Right after Four rushes out with me, my mind looses the battle against my stomach, and I puke up anything and everything I have in my stomach. I hear Caleb's and Four's voices, blending together in a jumble of concerned words, until Caleb screams something about "she didn't want everyone to know!"
"Know what?" Four asks, adjusting me, so that the heaving of my stomach wouldn't cause him to drop me. I scream between gritted teeth, and Four whispers, "Sorry, but I don't exactly want you to fall."
Caleb is sitting next to me on the hospital bed, as acid continues to make an appearance. I can tell through the wall of pain that he's talking to Helena, the Dauntless nurse, and that he's trying to explain everything to her, including how faulty my pace maker is. If that stops, it produces massive pain, which they both think is what happened when Peter punched it.
They manage to restart it, which hurts like hell, and I cling to Caleb the entire time, tears streaming down my face. I hate gastral paresis.
Caleb is sleeping. I wish I was, too, but the pain in my stomach has continued all day, and I apparently am not going to get relief any time soon. The door bangs open, and several people carrying flashlights, rush into the room, waking everyone except me by screaming, banging guns on things, and just generally being as noisy as humanly possible. I catch Four's eye, and he holds my gaze. I hear Eric asking if I'd gone deaf, and force myself to climb out of bed, and shield Caleb as he dresses. He steps around me, and glances at Four. Four stares back, unfeeling, most likely. He's not exactly fond fond of my brother.
The other initiates run out to the tracks, and Caleb and I follow. He's there to catch me when I stumble, which is quite frequently, and there to help me onto the train. I slump down in the corner of the car, and watch the world go by, while Caleb stands, so that he can give me a hand up. When the train stops, I accept his hand, and he pulls me up carefully. Four and Eric say that the game is capture the flag, and go to divide up teams. I'm sure I'll be chosen last, Still always am.
Eric chooses Edward, which is not a surprise. He flattens everyone he goes against. Four chooses me. I squeeze Caleb's hand, and move to the side Four's team is on. Eric chooses Caleb, undeniably to split us up, and I shoot Caleb a panicked glance. He mouths, "You'll be fine."
Luckily for me, Four chooses Christina and Will, and Eric chooses people who generally leave Caleb be, all except for Peter and Molly. They generally make our lives hell, mine more than it already is.
Our team jumps first, and I actually manage to stick the landing. I smirk, and follow my teammates through the woods. Someone asks Four where he had the flag when he won, and he tells her that telling her wouldn't be in the spirit of the exercise. Another guy, Uriah, I believe, says that his brother hid it by the carrousel when they won, and Will suggests we go there.
I ignore the pain in my stomach, and jog to keep up. When everyone stops, they immediately begin to argue about who should be in charge, and what they should do. I leave them to it, and glance around to see where Four is. He's leaning against one of the horses on the carousel. Confident that he won't notice what I'm doing, I head to the Farris Wheel. I hope I can pull this off, what with my stomach throbbing.
I step onto the bottom rung, and jump on it a couple times to see if it can withstand my weight. It does, which is good, because if it didn't I'd have fallen pretty hard on my ass, and I don't want to jar the pace maker any more than absolutely necessary. I begin to climb, and almost immediately, I hear Four's voice. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm seeking higher ground. I don't think I'm doing anything."
Four follows me, despite my protests. He's a hell of a lot faster than I am. No sooner do my feet leave the rungs, than his hands are on them. He keeps pace with me, which is a relief, because I'm barely functioning right now as it is. The last thing I need is to be forced to speed up.
Four and I are discussing the exercise, when all of a sudden, a gust of wind knocks me to the side. I grab the edge of the ladder, cursing.
Four's hand shoots out, wrapping tightly around my hip, and unfortunately my stomach. He gets me back onto the ladder, but I can't climb. I can't. My stomach hurts so bad.
I know Four didn't mean to hit it in that particular spot, he just reacted. Either way, I double over, struggling to keep myself upright on the ladder. I squeeze my eyes shut, and try to breathe through the pain. I focus in on Four's voice, and his hand, which rests lightly on my back.
"Tris? Tris, can you hear me?" I gasp out, "Yes." "Are you alright?" I struggle to move, but eventually, I manage to climb.
When we reach the top, I sag onto the platform, my feet dangling over the edge. Four sits next to me, probably in case I fall. I grip the edge, and try not to allow last night's dinner to make a reappearance. I win the battle, and turn to Four.
His face is clammy, and he's moving farther and farther from the edge.
"You're afraid of heights." I say. "Everyone's afraid of something." he says back.
"We're not high enough. We need to get higher so we can see." Four stands, and holds out his hand. I grab it, and he gently pulls me up.
I look above me, and notice some scaffolding. I start to climb, and Four follows.
When I reach somewhere suitable for looking, I gesture down to the left, revealing Eric's team. Apparently, the word stealth is not in their vocabulary. And it needs to be.
A tiny light bobs in the darkness, letting us pinpoint exactly where it is. We start to retreat, but I step wrong, and one of the bars falls, leaving me dangling there, clutching the bar with the tips of my fingers.
"Four!" I scream, panic coursing through me. I see him, running away, down the ladder. What the fuck is he doing? Is he just going to leave me dangling here, by my fucking fingertips, in this condition?
My fingers start to slip, and I cling to the bar, with what little strength I have. I call out again, and hear him yell, "Hold on, Tris! I have an idea!"
I'm scared. The Farris Wheel jerks into action, and I feel it inching towards the ground.
I have to drop at the right time, or I will die. The ground races closer, and I let go, hitting the ground, and rolling a couple of times to avoid the car that's barreling down on me.
Four is running towards me. I see him crouched over me through my fingers. He grabs my hands, pulling them away from my face, and staring at me in concern. "Are you alright?"
I nod, and struggle to sit up. My stomach throbs, but I ignore it, and manage to get upright.
Four extends a hand, and I grasp it. He pulls me up, and we walk together to where our team is. A pink-haired girl studies us.
"Did you turn on the wheel? What the hell were you thinking? You might as well put a flashing sign, reading "Here I am! I don't give a fuck about the game, so come get our fucking flag." If I lose again this year, the shame will be unbearable. I mean, three years in a row?"
"Shut up. We know where they are." Four says. Christina's eyebrows shoot up. "You know where they are?"
I nod. "Okay, here's the plan." I say, slipping into control freak mode. "We split up. Four of us go to the right, and three of us go to the left. The people on the right will distract the other team, while the people on the left take the flag. Use your amo carefully. If you get a head or chest shot in, do that, but don't waist amo."
I lead Christina and Uriah one way, and allow Four, the two Dauntless and Marlene to go distract.
We start running, and I am again ignoring the pain. I lead them to a tree, and we crouch behind it, waiting. A few minutes later, we hear the sounds of paintball guns firing, and I run out, leading my team. Christina and I both reach for the flag, and she looks down at me.
"Come on. You've already proved yourself once today. And you know you'll never be able to reach it, anyway." Then she reaches up, and grabs the flag from the branch.
She gives a woop of victory, and our team joins in. I join as well as Caleb approaches. He hugs her, and says, "Well done Christina."
Nobody will notice if I head to the tracks, I decide. I need some space. I'm truly happy we won, but I need to relax, and allow the pain to show through.
I move through the woods to the tracks, and slowly sit a few feet back. I shakily catch my breath. I hear footsteps coming through the the woods, and see Four breaking through the shrubery behind me. He comes to sit next to me, and asks, "Why are you not out celebrating? You won us the game after all." I shrug. "Just needed some space, I guess." Four nods. "You want me to leave?" I shake my head. "You're okay." I say, smirking.
The others come out onto the area where we're sitting, and Caleb is franticly searching for me, while Christina is waving so flag around. She hits Caleb in the face, and he turns on her. "Don't get me wrong, I'm excited for your win, but I need to find sty sister!" I stand, and walk over, tapping Caleb's shoulder. He turns around, and engulfs me into a hug.
When we pull apart, we follow the others onto the train.
a/n: Okay, so I threw in a lot of time skips, but that's because the real action is coming in a couple of chapters. Thanks to TLCOOPI7 for reviewing. Review, and I'll give a shout-out as well. Alrighty, audios amigos!
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