Hey, guys! So, the pain is slowly fading, the pain from Allegiant I mean. It helps to write about this, so I also finished chapter ten and am ready to post it, too!
The next day, I wake up to something else. The sound of loud gunshots. What the heck? I climb down the ladder and check to see if anyone is awake. Kiera and Kinsey are both sound asleep, and Dustan, Ellis, Gregg and the other Candor girl are shifting in their beds. A Candor boy must have fallen out from his bed, because he is sprawled out on the floor.
I notice that one bed is empty. Gage. Gage is missing. My curiosity gains the better of me, and I quietly pull on my combat boots and a black jacket. I make my way to the door, trying to tip-toe, which is a lot harder in combat boots. I am still wondering how the heck no one else hears the gunshots. They seem to be getting quieter, though, and that makes me suspicious. Once I'm out and have closed the door behind me, I start to sprint down the hall in the direction of the Pit.
I slow down as I reach the narrow path leading there, so I don't slip and fall. The other initiates would probably suspect that I committed suicide, and I was a coward. Not a reputation that I want to have. I mind my steps carefully, and grip the small ledges carved into the chasm's wall. I hear faint talking coming from down below, and instantly wondered if it was the cause of the gunshots. I quicken my pace, still carefully watching my steps and maintaining my balance. Once I reach the floor, I hug the walls and make my way towards the sound of muffled voices.
This is my stealth mode, and I must use it well. I'm soon close to the railing. I can here the water gushing from down below, and the voices are clear now, although I don't recognize them.
"I'm not sure about the girl, Bo. Something doesn't seem right." A raspy women's voice says.
The man, Bo, answers softly, "Whatever your suspicions are, I will try to get to the bottom of it. Although, I believe the girl is not our problem. Even that boy isn't. I'm worried about Tris. She seems to be hiding something. And, with her being the highest divergence known, I think you should be worried about it, too."
"I am worried, just I have other problems, too. We must not let the girl or the boy befriend Tris our Tobias. Our chances of figuring it out will decrease." She sighs, "I think that you should befriend Tobias, he will be sure to know what's going on. After all, that are together. I will also do my best with Tris."
"I don't think we should talk here. Meet me at the net tomorrow at midnight. I look forward to see you there, Jane." Bo says.
"Yes, of course." The woman- Jane agrees. I watch as a silhouette of the man leaves the Pit, taking a pathway in which I am not familiar with. I think about following him, but then decide against it. I will most likely get lost, and I have to figure out where the the gunshots came from. Jane stands by the railing a little longer, staring at the black water raging in the chasm. Finally, she turns and leaves, but takes a different pathway than Bo did; she took the one that leads to the apartments where Tris lives. I desperately hope that this isn't bad. It feels more like a perplexing riddle. I don't understand what they're after, but know they're after something. Jane and Bo don't seem to like Tris and two other people.
I hope I'm not one of them. I hope they didn't find out about my divergence.
After the coast is clear, I rush towards the path that will take me to the training room. I'm almost to the doors when someone appears in front of me. "And, what are you doing here at this hour, exactly?" I recognize the girl as Tori. The other Dauntless leader.
"Umm-" I'm not sure what to say. The truth? "I thought I heard gunshots." I say. It is the partial truth anyway.
"Ah, so you figured that they would be coming from the training center." She smiles at me. "That makes sense."
"I'm sorry-" I stammer, "I'll go straight back to the dorm-"
"It's alright. I was only wondering. Here in Dauntless, you're free to do almost anything. Get used to it." I wonder if I should tell Tori about Jane and Bo, but decide against it. "I'm Tori by the way, one of the leaders here. You are?"
"Sadie. Sadie Dareton." I say.
"Ah, the first jumper. You remind me a lot of Tris. She was a first jumper, too." Tori says, "Well, I'll see you around, and if you ever need anything, find me." She shoots me a quick smile and continues down the hallway. Once she is out of sight, I reach for the doors, but they open first with so much power, it rams into my hand and then, of course, my face.
"Ow, gosh!" I curse through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The person who had opened the door asks. The person is Gage.
"It's a lot better than what you used to do to me. And, since when do you say sorry, huh?" I hiss.
The hallway is lit enough that I can see his face. I remember that cold, hard face. Those evil bluish-green eyes. That image sticks in my mind, because I had to see it so many times. When he would grab the collar of my red sweater and pin me against the school wall and tell me that I better not try anything with him otherwise, a lot more of it would come. Then, he punched me real hard in the gut, leaving me crouched down crying until the school principle found me. Of course, in order to keep the peace I told him what Gage had done to me, and he immediately talked to Gage and suspended him.
He came back the next month and called me terrible names that I do not wish to repeat. He shot me dirty glare with those evil eyes and told his "minions" to hate me. They helped him humiliate me in front of the whole school in many ways. Such as, purposely spilling apple juice on me so it looked like I peed my pants, telling everyone that I had a crush on Don Wiltersmith. The guy I really did have a crush on. Don laughed at me, too, after that. They also told everyone I was dyslexic and that I had "temper issues". The humiliations just kept coming until one day, Gage got a hold of me again. That was when the terror started.
"Um, I don't know." He admits. I try to act brave, as though being alone with him doesn't scare me one bit.
"You don't know?" I sneer, "what kind of answer is that?"
"Seriously Sadie, it's the truth." He glares at me. I feel my legs get shaky. With my smart mouth, I will only make it worse for myself.
Gage pushes past me and starts down the hallway but before he is too far, I call out to him, "What were you doing in the training center, anyway?"
"Training." He calls back. Of course, what else? But, my worries are gathering inside of me. How come he is not abusing or humiliating me in someway? He must be planning something. That is the only thing that makes since. And, he is perfecting his fighting skills, not a good sign.
I walk into the training center and glance around. Today, we will be working with knives. I spot the rack filled with knives of every size. I am going to need to know how to use them if I want to be able to protect myself from whatever Gage has planned. I notice that someone is standing in the distance.
"Sadie, what are you doing here?" Four asks.
"Umm, I don't know." I sound like Gage, but this really is the truth.
"Do you want to practice?" He says.
I shrug, "I guess I could use a head start in knife throwing."
"Come here, I'll show you how." He motions to the target next to him. I walk over to him, reluctantly, and take the small knife he is holding for me.
"You want a wide stance, same with shooting." He explains, "And, try to keep your arm steady."
"Like a gun." I says.
He nods, "Yah, except no trigger. The throw is all on you. Watch closely to what my arm does as I throw." He aims and pulls his arm back, and extends it forward with a flick of his wrist. The knife lodges itself, right in the middle. Where he put it. "You try." He says.
I move my feet apart, and steady my arm. I pinch my left eye shut and focus at the red dot in the middle of the target. I try a few practice throws, so that my arm extends toward the center circle. Once I'm satisfied with my aim, I prepare to do the throw. With sheer concentration, I pull my arm back and quickly fling it forward with a snap of my wrist. The knife drives itself straight at the center of the target. Only a centimeter off from the actual center.
"Impressive." Four says. I'm surprised myself that it even hit the target, and I feel a light of confidence. I can do it.
"I should probably go." I say, "But, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he answers.
"If you thought that someone is in trouble, and you aren't even supposed to know. Would you tell them?"
"Yes, you should always trust your instinct. Who is this about?" He wears a concerned look on his face.
"No one in particular, just wondering." I say, and quickly leave the room to head back to the dormitory.
So, obviously I am trying to make it more interesting, so do me a favor and leave a comment to let me know if you have anymore ideas how to. And, Im thinking that I might make certain chapters in someone else's POV, so tell me if you like that. You can leave a comment just saying YES DO IT or NO DONT DO IT. PLEASE REVIEW, GUYS!
