hey, so this is just a fun chapter for me to introduce some stuff, yes I'm sorry i havn't updated in awhile. tbh tho i do have other stuff to do. jokes, i have no life.
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X Azure
and we have already established that i don't own divergent. i would be flattered if you thought i did but i dont and we all know that.
I get out of the net and walk over to the Pit, following hallways that I'm starting to understand the dynamics of. I use Amity intuition to feel the way the Dauntless compound lives. It breathes, and has a vibrant, pumping heart, the Pit, every day the flow of the people, its lifeblood travel through the heart and out through the passageways- its arteries and veins. All the veins connect somehow, and all of them lead in some way back to the Pit, the centre of life in Dauntless.
Once I'm back at the Pit I make my way back to the dormitories with ease, people are still asleep. Taking off my boots, I slide noiselessly into my bunk and pull the duvet over my chin to hide the clothes I wore my watch beeps. I made it back just in time. It's six. A couple of minutes later when a blond man who looks to be in around his forties or fifties comes in. he has… six piercings on his face, two on one ear, an eyebrow, one on his nose and two on his lower lip, his features are hard, chiselled, like from stone but colder than iron and his expression dangerous, tentative but a warning, I don't want to mess with him. When he walks under the light I realise that I recognise him as the pale man from on top of the building yesterday.
There are things I see in him that only an Amity could pick up, hurt, pain, desperation, lies and. Shit. Murder. This man has blood on his hands.
He hits the bunk nearest to him, the sound clanging around the dormitory and waking people up. They sit up groggily, looks of surprise and confusion mingling on their faces, you can see that they for a second that some of them don't recognise their surroundings.
"Yeah wake up transfers, take your time. It's not like we have anything to do today!" he yells. He walks past some bunks watching people with his cruel, sadistic stare. Throwing covers off of people. Andrea is still snoozing, eyes closed and leant back into her pillow. The pale man grabs her covers and pulls them off, she squeals, sitting up in her black t-shirt and pulling it down to hide her white underwear and bare legs.
Andrea stares back with eyes like ice. And opens her mouth to speak
"Who do you think you are?" she asks, eyes narrow and voice quivering, low and hoarse.
"Get away from me!" she exclaims in the same cautious tone.
He walks to the centre of the room, in the middle of the rows of bunks.
"I am Eric, I am a Dauntless leader, if you don't listen to me- transfer – you will find yourself at the bottom of the chasm. Understood?"
She nods fervently and leans up against the cold stone wall.
Eric walks out of the dormitory and leaves the door swinging open. There's a flurry of activity as people vault out of beds and struggle to put on clothes without exposing too much of their bodies.
Essie holds up a sheet for me to get changed behind, I pull a set of black jeans on underneath of a simple black singlet and touched with my burgundy hoodie from Amity. As I pull it over my face I smell the pine trees that surround my house, the smell of a fire crackling in a grate and freshly turned earth. Home. I use my black leather boots, my Amity ones. I can still wear those, they're comfy, moulded to the shape of my feet. I do the same for Essie she wears a big baggy shirt, with loose pants tucked into black boots and her hair, in a bun. She hasn't changed at all except for the colour scheme and it brings a smile to my face.
We file out of the dorm and into the mess hall. We jostle thought he corridors loudly and nobody seems to mind. I walk slowly at the back of the group with Essie and that Erudite boy, Kurt. He's looking at me, not at my face, I realise, but at my chest. I feel a red stain flush into my cheeks as I tap him on the shoulder, raising my eyebrows. He turns to face me and blushes immediately.
"S-sorry." He stutters, "I was just reading your hoodie- not that I would be doing anything else." The colour then drains from his face and a little crease blooms between his eyebrows. "sorry." He finishes. Looking at his feet and brushing his brown hair off his face and shuffling towards the front of the group. I grin.
The hoodie I'm wearing bears the legend. "12th Faction Games. All Around Champion"
The Faction Games Take place every year, comprising a series of competitions, one for each faction which utilised the values of each, last year I won the fifteen years division, first out of fifty entrants, ten of each faction. I had to solve a logic puzzle for Erudite, bluff my way believably out of a sticky situation for Candor, be the first to climb the highest up the outside of a building for Dauntless, survive a night in the wilderness of Amity and build a small hut for a factionless person for Abnegation.
I can first in the Amity, Candor and Erudite divisions, second in the Dauntless, and third in the Abnegation. I came first overall. They gave me my name on a nice shiny plaque and this hoodie as a memoir. I'm dead proud actually.
Making a mental note to apologise to Kurt, I swing open the iron doors to the mess hall and sit with the same people I did yesterday and eat my breakfast, for the moment- Happy and content.
Clatter. Miss.
Twang. Miss.
Thwack.
My knife sails, handle over blade and then buries itself on the edge of the target, not bad I suppose but others are doing better. I pick up another three knives and throw them, the third one hits the bullseye. A surge of pride shivers over my shoulders.
Behind me, I hear a scream of frustration as someone's knife falls to the floor after having been lodged a little way into the board, it's Angelique. The Erudite girl.
She's white as a sheet and her hands shake, sweat beads her forehead and it's obvious under the dim lights that she's crying. Glittering tears fall to the floor audibly. As she hunches and shakes, the room has gone silent, there's no noise of knives flying through the air, only the sounds of her sobs, from the darkness behind her, a hand falls to her shoulder and she turns, Eric strides from the shadows, he's short compared to her.
He smiles but I can feel inside me that he means no good. My guts twist as he hands her a knife and steers her shoulders so she faces the target.
"Throw." He says with a smirk.
She raises the knife above her shoulder with trembling hands and he shakes his head.
"Steady your hands initiate."
The trembling turns into a shake.
"I said steady them!"
She throws and the knife flies off to the left, missing the target by a foot.
Eric grimaces and speaks again.
"Ok then. Let's see how steady you can be if you're the target. Maybe that'll teach you no to move."
He shoves her from behind and she stumbles towards the wall.
He smiles as he lets go of the knife and she closes her eyes. I see it in slow motion. There's a scream as the knife finds it's mark.
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