I'M BACK. I THINK I'M JUST BORED BECAUSE NOTHINGS REALLY HAPPENING AT THIS POINT AND I'M HAVING TO WRITE A LOT OF BORING CHAPTERS BUT I JUST RE READ INSURGENT AND I STILL REMEMBER MY PLANS FOR THIS FIC AND I JUST NEED TO WRITE IT. I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SO I'M GOING TO POWER THROUGH. THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE A HELL OF A LOT EASIER. I'M STILL ENGLISH SO ANY UNAMERICAN WORDING SORRY.

Chapter 14

I walked through the halls, not quite sure what I was doing or where I was going. We still had hours before the designated meeting time. And if I was honest with little to no action I was bored. I was annoyed and I was tense. I'd grown so used to the busy schedule of trying to keep my world from cracking that the idea of sitting around and acting normal seems like a complete waste of my time. And the idea of actually letting myself think well yeah that lost its appeal years ago. So here I am going in a constant loop through Candors shining halls. Telling myself I needed to learn my surroundings, when realistically I was bored as hell. The people I passed would show me recognition with a small smile or a nod and I'd do the same. But I had no idea who they were, and they didn't really know me, they didn't want to know me. Through my time here I'd become common knowledge, the girl that had gone against the traitors and won. But that apparently wasn't good enough to rip up my previous accidents and bad reputation. I was seen as someone who deserved respect, just not someone they felt safe with. Because 'You never know when she might flip and attack someone.' for once people were seeing me as a threat even with my size.

"Stop!" Someone shouts causing me to turn on my heels. There stood a young girl with choppy blonde hair and pale eyes. She wore the signature black and white of Candor but clearly had several years until she would truly be a member.

"Yeah?" The girl stands firm keeping her eyes steadily lined with mine. "What do you want kid?" I groan as she keeps her lips firmly together. She still doesn't speak just keeps her green eyes on me. I look to see some middle age Candor women watching worriedly wondering if the crazy girl was going to lash out on a child that simply called out to her. A growl climbs my throat as a bitter smile forms.

"You should go find your mom kid." I say. "I'm sure she wont be happy you're jeopardizing your safety to talk to the crazy violent girl."

I turn back around and take a single step.

"You wont hurt me." She blurted. I don't move, can't move. Her words making my body freeze.

I bob my head at the women. "They seem to think I will."

"Then they're stupid." She replies. "You saved us why would you hurt us?"

I turn with a cocked eyebrow, arms folded. Once again locking eyes with the child. "Because I'm erratic." I shrug. "People like to know what you'll do next, if they don't they get scared."

She raises her eyebrows as if the thought never occurred to her, or she was just trying to work out what erratic means. She spent several long seconds thinking it over."Then screw them." She concluded. "You saved all our lives you can be as erratic as you damn well please."

"Language!" One of the women exclaimed. But the girl took no notice. My grin grew.

"You know what kid, you're absolutely right."

She walked to me and offered me her hand. "I'm Jenny." She said as I took it.

"Tris." I smiled.

"Thank you for saving me Tris." She said innocently apparently now finding her inner shy as she fiddled with her black sleeve. "I uh didn't know I was divergent." She blushed. And then I realized who she was, the young girl I'd kicked in the ribs.

"Oh, uhm yeah it's fine sorry for the kick."

She waved my words off. "You helped me escape who cares about a kick?"

"I just did what anyone else would do."

"No," She chuckled. "You'd have to be crazy to do what you do."

...

After my little run in with the fire ball known as Jenny, I decided I shoud probably go and talk to people my own age instead of corrupting the youth of Candor. So I headed to the canteen to see them. When the door was in my sights I heard a yell.

"Where's your little girlfriend huh?" Someone sneered. "Can't hide behind her now. Coward."

I crack my knuckles as I calmly walk through the door. Only to see that Tobias is not biting to the belittlement. In fact he seemed to just be walking away from the group, for all in tense and purposes appearing completely normal. He makes a swift turn to the end table and with out notice plucks an old looking man from his seat. The man tries to speak but is quickly silenced by Tobias's deadly punch hitting him hard in the mouth. There's a scream, yet no one goes to break up the men, this is a common occurrence in dauntless, why should we care? But I do care because he isn't one to lose his cool, isn't one to just lash out. As Tobias shoves the man to the middle of the room, in everyone's sight I realize this isn't a random man, this is Marcus. Tobias forces Marcus to the floor, keeping him down with his foot, Marcus tries to break free, tries and fails. With out his belt he is what he has always been, a frail old man. A frail old man with blood gushing from his face. Tobias undoes his belt buckle, removing it slowly. And I decide to calmly walk over to them, I make no hurry not even when Tobias utters the familiar words "This is for your own good." This is so little in comparison to what he did to us. He deserves this, deserves worse. I watch with indifference as the belt makes it's first contact with flesh. Marcus balls his body trying to hide from the worst of the blows. A position that I know all to well. When I reach them Tobias has given several blows and the Dauntless are watching with great interest, laughing at the situation. Tobias doesn't notice me as he takes another blow so I prod him in the back. His face turns to me, the belt momentarily still. His eyes the same steady dark blue orbs I'm used to.

"Hey," I say lightly. "Whatcha doing?"

"This had to stop." He shrugs dropping the belt with disinterest. "I don't think they'll be calling me a coward any time soon."

I click my nails together boredly as I look to Marcus who tries to stumble to his feet with an arched eyebrow.

"Hmmmm. Yeah that should do it."

He reaches into his pocket grabbing a silver chain with a small simple abnegation wedding band. He throws it at the bloody heap that was supposed to be his father.

"My mother. Says hello."

Tobias walks away, leaving me with Marcus. He looks at me expectantly, like It was my duty to help him up. "Not nice when the tables are turned is it." I jibed as I took off in the same path as Tobias.

"So, that was eventful." I remarked as I caught up with him, matching my pace with his.

"He deserved it." He growled. I raise my hands up in surrender.

"No arguments there, honestly. But was there a reason for that little show or..."

"The jibs from the other dauntless needed to stop." He replies smoothly.

"Mhhmm sure. You just flipped right?"

He gives me a gruff nod.

"Only your eyes looked pretty normal to me." I say examining my nails. "And you don't look very ragey."

He gave me a lazy shrug. "At least now the other dauntless will respect me."

I raise a brow. "Since when have you wanted respect?"

"Does it matter?" He asks scratching his neck in agitation.

I think back to our conversation. I'm allowed to keep things to myself, that's the way it works. "No." I say. "It doesn't matter at all."

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