Chapter 8
If someone told me that I would become a temporary trainer because of my best friend's drunk episode, beat the shit out of my hot sixteen year old one-night stand, and be pushed to my death by my psycho ex-boyfriend, I would have laughed in their face. My life before this ever happened was plain vanilla; work, work, and alcohol, and I was perfectly fine with that routine. I didn't want anything else, I was content with how my life was but I guess destiny had other plans for me.
Now here I am dressed like one of those slutty Dauntless girls whose vagina's are looser than a pregnant woman's sweatpants, hanging off the bridge of the chasm. My day was already shitty now it has gotten worse, at least what is left of it. No one knows I am here except Sam and I have been hanging here for the last twelve minutes yelling but the roar of the chasm and the heavy music of the Pit has swallowed my pleas for help. Sam in his drunk pathetic self glared at me before stumbling away to some unknown direction a few minutes ago after he pushed me.
That disgusting slimy worm, if I die and made into a ghost I will haunt the living shit out of his ass!
The thought of him attempting to murder me boils my blood. If I knew what I knew now about him I would have never gotten myself involved with him.
'What is this?' I questioned myself as I hesitated picked up the brown patty with my fork. My transfer to Dauntless happened three weeks ago and I am still not comfortable with the substance they call food here. Truthfully I am not comfortable with everything here. It is much too darker and rougher here than my home Faction. The people here had piercings and tattoos and dyed their hair in unusual colors.
I drop the brown meat sponge back on my untouched tray, the only thing I may consider tasting is the chocolate cake.
"You will like the Dauntless cake, it is to die for," a deep voice startled me.
Quickly I look up from my tray to the stranger in front of me; I hope my jaw isn't hanging. The 'stranger' definitely looks intimidating, he towers over most guys here so I am guessing he is six five and has muscles under his tight black sweater and dark cargo pants. His dark tan skin was clear of blemishes and his smirk didn't look threatening and the added plus is that he isn't bad looking.
I shake my head after doing my evaluation on him; I am not in Erudite anymore.
"Is that so," I ask casually.
He takes the seat in front of me with his tray. His dark eyes felt like they were piercing my skin.
"That is the best thing here," he chuckles.
His eyes don't waver from mine; it felt weird not knowing what he is thinking about. It intrigues and frightens me, not knowing what he thoughts about me.
I look from him to the chocolate cake in front of me; he is waiting on me to try it. He can tell my guard is up, but tell any sixteen year old who had to fight her way past others and see if they are so easily open. I witnessed people crying at night when the lights are off, people fighting each other till someone passes out and the fear of being Factionless.
Slowly I pick up my fork and broke a piece off the chocolate square. The anticipation of trying the cake seems more than just that, it is a test to see my guard down. He is definitely older than me, maybe three to five years older so he isn't competition against me as far as ranking.
So he isn't a threat but still I feel uneasy around him.
I place the chocolate in my mouth and a moan escapes my throat. His smirk turns into a full blown smile at my reaction. I let my taste buds absorb the rich flavor of the chocolate. I have never tasted anything like this before. Reaching for another fork full I forgot I'm being analyzed by the tall stranger in front of me.
"Name's Sam," he replies before biting a roll off his tray.
Sam, short and simple, the name suits him. It matches his mysterious presence. I push away a straight piece of hair from my face.
"Victory, my name is Victory," I reply back with a smirk.
If I knew that day that he would be responsible for my premature death I would have ran far, far away from him. A gasp escapes my lips as my right hand starts to slip from the bar that I'm holding.
Shit.
I can't hang here forever. The thought of dying makes me misty eyed, a tear rolls down my cheek.
"Somebody please help me," I try to scream over the music in the Pit.
Slowly my right hand slips off the bar and my left hand does the same. My heart beats out of my chest as only my fingers hold the bar. This is it, I am going to die and no one will know what happened except the perpetrator and I.
My fingers slip from the cool metal bar. I never should have tried the cake.
I deeply apologize, this chapter gave me a bad case of writer's block but after some inspiration therapy I am back and I plan on being back to my normal schedule of Sundays. This chapter is shorter than any of my other chapters but the next one will be better. Thank you everyone for the reviews and comments.
-MsJennyLin
