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Chapter 7

Today we will be fighting each other. I was lucky enough that being the first jumper allowed me to sit out of the fight.

Christina was paired with Molly. Molly is definitely the better fighter but I do hoê that Christina will win.
"Stop!" No! I know that Eric won't be happy with this. I just hope he will let her down easy. Since Four left, I can't imagine that Eric will be nice. "Stop, I-I'm done."

"I'm sorry, what did you say? You're done?" Chistina just nods. "Get up." He says it so calmly that I know he won't take it easy on her. If he had yelled and maybe punched her, that would have been nice. What is he up to? He grabs Christina pulling her up and starts to walk out of the training room. "Follow me," he says. And we do.

We keep walking for what seems like forever. That's when I realize what he is planning to do. The Chasm. He won't kill her, that would be bad as a leader. But he can make her suffer. Give her a choice, life of a factionless or death.

When we get to the Chasm, Eric shoves her to the railing. "Climb over it."

"What?" Eric won't back down.

Climb over the railing. If you can hang over the chasm for five minutes, I will forget your cowardice. If you can't, I will not allow you to continue initiation."

Christina goes over the railing and holds on for dear life. At first she has a confident look. But as the time continued to go on, she started to look tired. I know she will not let herself be factionless just because she was unable to fight or hold on to a railing.

"Time," is all Eric says and I push through the crowd to help her up. "No." I give him a questioning look. "She has to get up on her own.'"

"No, she doesn't. You said she has to hold on to the railing for five minutes and that was it. You didn't say anything about having to get up on her own after." I say looking him straight in the eyes. I push past him and help Christina up.

I keep her in my arms to help her not to fall down. I feel my arms are going to fall off but I can't let go of her. I don't want people to think that she is weak. She is not. Will helped her to walk when he saw me struggling to help her. They would be cute together but maybe after initiation in case they have to fight each other.

The day passes by quickly without any other interesting things that happen. Will and I continue to talk about everything and anything trying to one up each other. I had a genuine smile the entire time.

When I wake up the next morning, the word Stiff is spray-painted in red on my bed.

I really don't get why the factions just try to make the others feel bad. I mean why not see that if you put all of them together, you would be an amazing person? Smart, kind, brave, honest and selfless.

I see Peter and I know that he's the one that did it. "Nice decorations!" he yells.

I can't help myself but want to play this with him. "Thanks! Unfortunately, it seems that I had misplaced the rest of the paint. I would have liked to do some more decorating."

He looks at me wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. I just shake my head and walk out giving him a sweet smile just to confuse him more. Man I have missed this.

I walk to the training room and when I get there, I feel drained. I'm fighting Peter. Of all people that they could have paired me with, they have to pick him. And Christina and Will fight each other? I hope that it won't ruin the possibility of them dating.

When he comes into the training room, he goes straight to the board. He looks at me, he looks happy and shocked?

I know I need to strategize on how to beat Peter. If I play weak, he may let his weakness show. I know that I can't fight him and win without an advantage. I see him pretending to fight with his friends and then I realize what I can do. One, Four picked on how he kept stepping before punching. And well I thought I would have more than that but I guess that's it.

When it's time for Peter and I to fight, I make my way to the ring and so does he. I position myself so that I am ready to fight, I catch Four standing in a shadow looking at us. He looks curious to see what will happen? I don't know, Four is closed and he doesn't seem that he will ever let someone in. I feel bad for him.

"You okay there, Stiff?" Peter says. "You look like you're about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry."

"Really? You would take pity on me?" I ask as sweetly as possible. This is so much fun!

"Maybe if you beg."

"Oh in that case," I say as I step forward pretending like I would lung at him. He steps back. "Scared of me Petter?" That just set him over the edge. He lunges at me ready to punch me. I duck and get behind him and kick him using his momentum to make him fall face first. He quickly gets up and gets back into his fighting stance. Then I realize, he only pinches with his right arm.

This time, I lunge at him and receive a punch to the guts. Oww, that's going to leave a mark, I think to myself. I double over and when he goes to punch me in the guts, I take his right arm with both my hands and use his momentum against him, again, to drive his body to my right. Before he fell, he grabbed my wrist so when he fell, he took me down with him.I landed on top of him and he quickly flipped us so he was on top and I would be under him. I was able to turn myself so I would be facing him. Before he can hit me, I knee him in the groin. I quickly push him to the side and get up. I kicked him in the guts. I hope he would pretend to be knocked out, I really don't want to hurt him. Yeah, he has been a jerk to me and all but no one deserves to be tortured. I know he won't concede. So please!

I show him the hurt that I have. And with one more kick to the guts, he is out. Finally. Eric announces that I am the winner, yay!, and calls the next fighter to the mats.

I lean down and pick up, Peter. I may hate him but I will at least have the decency to bring him to the infirmary.

To ba fare, I tried. I found out that I am either really weak or that Peter is really heavy. I managed to get him to the door and then almost dropped him.

"You're going to kill him, you know." Four had made his way toward me. I look back and see that he is standing behind me. "After you just tried to save him."

"Ya." I say with a chuckle."

"Let me help you." He takes Peter off my shoulder and carries him like he weighs nothing. "What?" he said when he sees my face.

"Nothing," I say shaking my head.

"Don't be too surprised."

"Thanks."

"For what"

"Helping me carry him out." I say motioning to Peter.

"It's nothing."
"Well, it means a lot." Ok, I know it's cheesy and annoying and all, but like he is super sweet when he is not being his instructor self. Does he have a girlfriend? Not that I want to be with him, I want to (have you seen him?) but he would be dating Tris not me.

I look over and see the bruises that I left on his jaw. It's not swollen (so he did put the ice) but the colour is still bad.

"Sorry about your jaw. I didn't mean to."

"It's ok, I know not to sneak up on you, again."

"Ya," say scratching the back of my neck. "If you put a yellow concealer, you won't be able to see the colour as much."

"What?"

"The colours will cancel each other out. The bruises will not look as blue. If you ask any of your girl friends, they would probably be able to help you out with it."

"Girlfriends?"

"Friends that are girls. You probably wouldn't go into a makeup store yourself, or I would assume. But almost any girl would be able to help you."

"Almost any girl?"

"Well, ya, not all of us can do anything that involves makeup."

We have finally arrived at the infirmary and Four stays to help the nurses carry him while I go back to the training room.

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