"We split into two groups" no one interrupts me, and much to even my own surprise my voice carries with out a tone of leadership that Uriah doesn't even argue.
"Offense and defense." I look around for a moment, needing a visual representation. A long stick catches my attention and I grab it, drawing the plan in my mind her in the sand.
I glance up at Four as I split us into groups, checking for his opinion, trying to read his eyes.
Without thinking about it I assign us together to get the flag. It seems like the best option, the safest option. Having Four in the offensive team would be like wearing a safety belt in a car.
We head toward the bell tower as a group. Christina kept close to me , constantly checking me to see if I had seen anything out of the ordinary as we sneak past the muddy waters.
The metal of someone's jacket gives them away, and when I notice it I glance in front of me at Four, who is already looking.
My eyes flick toward the reflection, and then back at him. I raise my eyebrows.
Four nods in agreement and then inclines his head toward the group behind me.
We move forward, and I allow Four to stop me when we get close enough.
I nudge Christina first, knowing I couldn't just communicate to her without words like I could with Four.
"Flight A" I whisper nodding over toward a group of our opponents.
I'm not sure which one gave them away, but I'm surprised we didn't hear their voices. They were just as loud as had been, arguing over where the best spots of attack would be.
There were to few of them for it to be the whole team.
"I'll make a distraction"
She nods, clutching her gun to her chest.
I looked around for some kind of object, a stone or maybe even another stick. Something light enough to throw against one of the walls and heavy enough to make a noise.
Fours eye catches my movements and he raises his eyebrow at me. I glance at the ground, and then at one of the metal walls before making eye contact.
He doesn't react, but rather picks at the sand, handing me a stone about the size of my pinkie.
I throw the stone as hard as I could against the metal wall behind the group and we hurry away from where it made a sound.
The other Initiates look around, confused as Christina and Uriah pelt them with their little spheres of paint and plastic.
Four looks up at the bell tower, and then catches my eye.
I nod, pressing my lips together as I move my knee, squatting behind the metal of the box.
A 'bullet' whistles by my ear, and Four grabs me by the arm, pulling me toward him.
"I've... I've been shot" Uriah cries out as he falls to the floor. Christina turns, confused by her teammates dramatization and a splatter of neon green covers her jacket.
"Fuck!"
I panic, glancing over at Four who waves me toward him.
I follow, holding my gun close, keeping my finger on the trigger.
My fingers trail over the grooves of the metal box, and I can't help but stare at the back of Fours head.
He has a little scar behind the back of his ear, just as Tobias had, once again reminding me of the boy he used to be.
The sound outside of us dies down to a whisper and he stops, turning toward me.
"Metal box" He mutters, looking at my hands and then at the almost too familiar box.
"Yeah"
He feels around for the entrance, opening the door with barely a flick in his wrist.
The image of a little boy, using all of his weight to push a door that didn't even open runs through my mind.
Yeah, a lot had changed since then.
He closes the door, looking at the ground before flicking his eyes at me.
"Coincidental Isn't it Tris?" He asks, holding my gaze properly.
My heartbeat dies in my chest, and I feel my hands begin to tremble.
I fold my fingers into fists, leaning in to him as he leans into me.
"Sure"
I look at his lips, and then at his eyes.
He has a scar, right at the top of his upper lip, right below the curve of his Cupid's bow, and I can't help but notice it.
He had gotten that in a factionless riot when I was twelve years old.
He presses his lips together, enhancing the faint dimple in his left cheek.
"C'mon"
Getting up the stairs of the bell tower is easy- just as it's supposed to be.
Some Dauntless were to cocky to stay posted, everyone wanted to fight each other, to be the reason why their team won.
It's not until the last floor that someone finally notices us.
I see someone flicker behind me and I turn around to see Eric aiming at me.
Before he could think to pull the trigger Four kicks the back of his knee and he crashes down. Four shoots him in the back before looking up at me.
I flinch, waiting for Four even as I hear a few opponents on the steps.
"Go"
I look over at the flag, and back at Four, who all but shoves me forward.
I grab it, pulling it from its slot and waving it over the playing field.
"We won!" Uriah shouts, standing up from his dramatic 'death'.
I drop the flag to Uriah, who catches it almost immediately, running it to our teammates.
I stand back, smiling satisfactorily at the excitement below.
Before I can celebrate, I look over at Four, who had gotten up from the angry Eric, who says nothing as he walks down the stairs, huffing at his loss.
The only approval I needed had put his large hand on my shoulder.
"Good job Tris"