Author's Note:
I'm not used to writing fight scenes so if you guys have any suggestions let me know. I'm kind of on a writing spree right now and I wrote this chapter at like midnight. Hopefully I can keep up with this story and actually update more often.
Enjoy!
Tris POV:
Tobias and I were in the training room again. We just finished setting up the ring for the initiates to fight. I was drinking some of Tobias' coffee as he glanced around the room to make sure everything was set.
The initiates started entering. After the door shut behind the final person, I started speaking, handing back Tobias' mug.
"As you all know, today you will be fighting. You guys will fight until one of you is knocked out or concedes,"
"On this board here are the pairs that will fight. Colette, you will be sitting out today," Tobias lifted the black cloth covering the board leaning against his legs.
The pairs read off:
Damien vs. Adrian
Jackson vs. Ethan
Melissa vs. Clarisse
Erwin vs. Isabella
Tressa vs. Vincent
Colette vs.
Damien and Adrian head up to the ring.
"Go!" I call.
The two boys stand in form. Damien's is terrible but Adrian's is okay. Damien makes the first punch - a sloppy one - which Adrian easily dodges. Adrian kicks Damien's legs out from under him, knocking him down with a thud. He hurries to get up as Adrian throws another punch which hits him directly in the nose. Damien stumbles back a bit but manages to stay on his feet. Suddenly, Damien rushes forward, tackling Adrian to the ground. Adrian throws a punch straight at Damien's chest causing him to fall back. I can hear his slight groan. Adrian hurriedly stands up and starts kicking Damien on the ground, who barely has enough energy to cover his face.
"Okay!" Damien puts his hands up, "I concede," he mutters.
Tobias circles Adrian's name and I can see Jackson grinning in the corner. Colette however, is sitting silently against the wall. She intrigues me. There's something different about her. She seems to be analyzing the fight which would be good for her as she will have to fight tomorrow. Something tells me, however, that she is more focused on her thoughts.
I look away from Colette to see Damien dragging himself out, supposedly to the infirmary.
The rest of the fights aren't as amusing. When Tressa - a Candor transfer - and Vincent - an Erudite transfer - fight, Tressa gets knocked out. Tobias has Vincent carry Tressa to the infirmary.
Every now and then, I glanced at the initiates, trying to get an idea of their personalities. From what I've been observing, Jackson and Colette seem to be pretty good friends. I notice their subtle touches and can imagine Tobias and I in their places.
Damien and Adrian are best friends, apparently, because when Damien comes back half way through the matches, he goes straight to Adrian. Ethan also seems to be lingering around them. They're like the group of three idiots that were in my initiation group; Peter, Molly, and Drew. Luckily for me, only Peter is left out of the three.
I can see Tressa trying to talk to Jackson, clearly jealous of Colette who is the only person Jackson pays any attention too. The rest of the initiates just jumble together. Staring at each other and wondering whether they should talk to each other or not.
At lunch time, we send the initiates out and this time, I help Tobias pack up. We grab each other's hands as we walk out, heading to the cafeteria to meet our friends. It's become a part of our routine; holding hands once the initiates leave and releasing them right before we get to the cafeteria. Of course, sometimes we detour to the spot below the chasm. However, that only results in teasing from out friends though as they just need a chance to say something which would cause Tobias and I to blush deeply.
I don't have a shift at the tattoo parlor today but Tobias does at the control room. We agreed to meet up in the dining hall for dinner. I decided to head back to the apartment and take a nap as I felt that I needed more sleep.
When I woke up, it was a bit past seven. I took my hair out of the braid as I stood in front of the vanity. I can remember the smile my mother gave me through the mirror on choosing day. I really miss her sometimes but I know that the Dauntless compound is where I belong. Besides, I wouldn't have met Tobias if I didn't take the risk to transfer here.
I really wonder how Tobias continues to love me. I feel so imperfect but whenever he's around he looks past all my flaws and makes me feel perfect. I realize I'm just smiling at myself in the mirror and shake myself out of my thoughts. Grabbing the hairbrush, I brush out all the tangles. My blonde hair stops at my shoulders and I decide to just leave it like this. It's almost time for dinner so I start to head out.
I haven't even reached the pit yet, before I feel myself getting slammed against the wall. My hair flies in my face as my vision blurs for a second. I can feel two hands trying to tie my wrists together behind me. I try to think on what to do just as someone appears in front of me.
"We meet again," Peter winks at me.
I internally groan, not again.
Whoever was holding my wrists together was doing a bad job because they accidently let go of one. I use that opportunity to free my other hand. Turning around, I find Adrian, who is slowly backing away, leaving a rope at my feet. I see two more figures coming behind him; Damien and Ethan.
"You really underestimate me," I'm aware that Peter is behind me but I also know that he won't interfere while I'm fighting the initiates. He'd rather fight me one on one.
Damien tries to catch me off-guard and kicks at me but I grab his foot in the air, using it to push him back. Adrian and Ethan jump out of the way just as Damien comes crashing down. Damien moans, holding his knee in pain. Without waiting for another attack I go straight for Adrian and grab him by the neck. My hands lift him up against the wall as he struggles to breathe. I don't want to kill him so I drop him down, but not before kicking him in the ribs. At least one of them has to have broken. I turn to Ethan who suddenly punches me in the chest. I stumble back trying to catch my breath. Fighting three people at once isn't easy. Ethan tries punching my face but I sidestep him and instead grab his arm. I twist it behind him till he starts yelling. His wrist is bound to be broken by now. The three initiates crawl away slowly, probably to the infirmary.
Just as I turn to face Peter, he punches me in the nose. I fall back. I can feel blood oozing down my nose and my eyes starting to fill up. Quickly, I get off the ground. I can taste blood coming down my face. Peter tries kicking me but I back away, letting him fall over. I kick him back down from behind before he can get up. After a few kicks though, he grabs my leg and pulls me down with him. He rolls over on top of me, trapping me between his arms.
"How are you going to get out now Stiff?" Okay that's it.
I've had enough of being called Stiff. I push back his chest hard and he falls to my side. Swiftly rolling out of the way, I jump up ready to attack. He also pounces up. We both circle each other for a minute before he throws another punch but this time I catch it and twist his arm. He uses his other arm to free himself while rubbing his wrist. It has to have been sprained by now. Suddenly, he pounces forward, kicking my left side. I fall over, instinctively covering my face. He starts kicking my ribs and I can't help but groan in pain. Somehow, I manage to grab his leg and knock him down. I'm so annoyed at him now that I don't wait for him to get up. I ignore the pain in my ribs and start kicking him. I don't look to see where it's hitting him. Once my anger cools down, I see a bloody-faced Peter whose knocked out. I kneel down, ready to attack if he suddenly wakes up, and feel his pulse. He's still alive, unfortunately.
Struggling to stand up, I limp over to the dining hall. The pain is really setting in now. All I have to do is make it to the dining hall before I faint. I have to have someone find me. I wouldn't want to faint near Peter and have him wake up before me. Now that would be bad. I wipe my continuously bleeding nose on the back of my hand. I probably look like I just walked out of a warzone with the amount of dirt and blood on me. By the time I see the entrance to the dining hall, my hands are covered in blood, which I've rubbed on my shirt a hundred times by now. I lift my leg to move forward but my head starts spinning. I somehow manage to make the last few steps. I can hear someone yelling my name and a pair of arms wrapping around me as everything goes black.