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One Choice: Chapter 10

That night I dream that Anzu is hanging from the rail again, by her toes this time, and someone shouts that only a Divergent can help her. I run forward to pull her up, but someone shoves me over the edge and I wake up before I hit the rocks.

I am covered in cold sweat as I go the bathroom and change. When I come back, the word "Stiff" is written across my bedframe, sheets and pillow.

Keith is behind me, whistling as he fluffs his pillow. "Nice decorations," he snickers.

"Did I do something to you that I'm unaware of?" I demand, beginning to peel the case off of my pillow. "I don't know if you've realized, but we're in the same faction now."

He laughs harshly. "You and I will never be in the same faction."

I try to keep calm. He wants a reaction and I won't give it to him.

Joey walks in and just starts helping me pull off my sheets. We carry the ruined bedding to the trash can and start toward the training room.

"Ignore him," Joey says. "He's an idiot and if you don't get mad, he'll stop eventually."

I nod sharply. My cheeks are still warm from anger blush. "Did you talk to Atem?" I ask. "After...you know."

Joey nods. "He's fine, not...angry. I guess now I'll always be remembered as the first guy who knocked someone out cold."

"There are worse ways to be remembered," I say. "At least they won't antagonize you."

He shrugs. "There are better ways too." He nudges me. "First jumper."

I may have been the first jumper, but that's where my Dauntless fame begins and ends. I sigh. "One of you had to get knocked out though. If it hadn't been him, it would have been you."

"I don't care." He shakes his head. "I don't want to do it again."

He is too kind for Dauntless.

We reach the training room and I stop when I see the board.

I have to fight Keith.

Keith, who is almost a foot taller than me, who beat Tristan in less than five minutes yesterday.

"Maybe you can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious," Joey says. "No one would blame you."

"Maybe," I murmur. I watch the first fight begin. Mai vs. Marik. Marik is faster, so I am sure she will not win today.

Yesterday, Four said to exploit our opponents weaknesses and aside from his lack of likeable qualities, Keith doesn't have any. He is tall, but not slow, has an eye for other peoples soft spots and is devoid of mercy.

Mai and Mariks fight is over too soon. I force myself into the circle.

Keith smirks. "You look like you're about to cry, Stiff. I might go easy on you if you cry."

Over Keith's shoulder, I see Four next to the door, arms folded and mouth puckered. Zigfreid is next to him, tapping his foot. Keith is coiled like a spring.

"Come on, Stiff," he taunts. "Maybe a tear, a little begging."

I lunge at him and kick him in the side. Or, I would have if he hadn't caught my foot and thrown me to the ground.

I scramble to my feet so he can't kick me in the head.

"Stop playing around," Zigfreid yells.

Keith's eyes narrow and he punches me in the jaw. I stumble, my vision pulsing, and he kicks me in the stomach.

I fall and try to get back up. Keith grabs my hair and punches me in the nose. Colors dance across my vision.

He drops me and kicks me again. I can't get up, the world is spinning too badly.

My eyes drift past Keith. I am having trouble focusing. I see Four walk out the door. Apparently this fight isn't interesting enough for him.

Something slams into my side again and again until my sight goes black.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" as I sink in unconsciousness.

...

When I wake up, it feels like my head is packed with cotton balls.

"Is his eye already black?" someone asks.

I open one eyes, the other stays shut like it was glued that way. Joey and Anzu and Atem are around the bed and Anzu has an Ice pack on her jaw.

"What happened to your face?" I ask. My lips feel big and clumsy.

She laughs. "Look whos talking. Should we get you an eye patch?"

"I already know what happened to my face. I was there, sort of," I say.

"Did you just make a joke, Ryou?" Atem grins. "We should put you on painkillers more often if you're goinig to start cracking jokes. And to answer your question, I beat her up."

Anzu rolls her eyes. :"I think I've learned how to stop losing. I just need to stop people from punching me in the jaw."

"You'd think you would have figured that out earlier." Atem winks at her. "Guess I know why you're not Erudite. Nottoo bright, are you?"

"You feeling alright, Ryou?" Joey says.

"Yeah," I say. "Just wish I never had to face Keith again."

I glance around and see I am in a hospital room.

The first time I was in a hospital, I was six. My mother fell on the sidewalk and broke her arm. Hearing her scream made me burst into tears, but Ayame just ran for my father.

I remember Ayame telling her that it would only take a month to mend, because it was a hairline fracture. I thought she was just reassuring her, but now I wonder if she was just repeating something she had studied.

"Don't worry about Keith," says Atem. "He'll get beat up by Marik, who has been studying hand-to-hand combat since he was ten. For fun."

Anzu checks her watch. "I think we're missing dinner. You want us to stay here,Ryou?"

"No, I'm fine."

Atem and Anzu get up, but Joey stays behind. he has a distinct smell of sage and lemongrass. When he tosses at night, I get a whiff of it.

"I just wanted to let you know that you missed Zigfrieds announcement. We're going on a field trip tomorrow to learn about Dauntless jobs."

"Thanks," I say.

"And don't pay attention to Anzu. Your face doesn't look that bad. It looks good. I mean – you look brave." He looks down and scratches the back of his head. I was nice of him to say that, but he acts like it meant more than just the words. I hope I'm wrong.

He gets up abruptly as the silence wears on. "I should let you rest." He turns around, but stops again. "I lost to Tristan. After your fight with Keith…I took a few hits, fell down and stayed there. I figure…well, since I beat Atem, if I lose the rest, I won't be ranked last. I won't have to hurt anyone. Maybe I'm just a coward."

"You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt anyone." I know it's the right thing to say, I just don't know if I mean it.

He gives me a pained look, then says, "You think our families will visit us?"

"I don't know. Would it be good or bad if they did?"

"Bad," he says. "It's already hard enough." He nods and walks away.

I think about Visiting Day. I suspect my parents will not be there. Not after both their children abandoned them.

I clench my teeth as the tears well up. I am fed up with tears and weakness.

I slip out of bed and back into the dorm. The only thing worse that letting Keith put me in the hospital is letting him put me there over night.