I'm running out of ways to say I don't own Divergent, so like, I seriously don't own Divergent, I am not skilled enough to do so, nor am I old enough to be Veronica Roth.

Chapter 8

The First Fight

Tori:

I sighed and called out for her, putting down the sketchbook that was laying in my lap and standing up.

I stormed out of the mall and towards the Pit, automatically taking myself to the tattoo parlor where Tori works. I still had my bags of clothes hanging off my arms as I stormed into the parlor, glaring at anyone who tried to make eye contact with me.

"Six! What brings you here?" A female called out from the other side of the room and I turned to see that it was Tori.

I swiftly moved towards one of the only two people I trust and hugged her, "I escaped shopping with Lauren and Shauna, figured I might as well get a tattoo." I stated, "I want something to cover my entire back, got anything?"

Tori thought for a minute, but shook her head no, "Nothing. Maybe you'll find something, but you could also draw yourself a tattoo of your own design, make it really meaningful," she finally answered, giving me suggestions as to what I could do to find the perfect tattoo for my back.

I nodded and turned around, wandering through the isles of tattoo templates and drawings, but sighed, finding nothing of interest. I thought for a second before moving back to where I saw Tori. She was talking to Eric who seemed to have just arrived, wanting a tattoo of his own. I popped up behind Tori and tapped her on the shoulder, completely ignoring her conversation with Eric, and ignoring Eric all together. "Got a sketchbook I could borrow?" I asked Tori, disregarding the glare Eric kept shooting my way.

Tori nodded and said yes before pulling out a sketchbook from the desk nearby. She handed it to me before turning back to the scowling Eric who once again began demanding for the tattoo he wants. I nodded in thanks before making my way to an empty corner where no one could see me draw.

It's something I picked up with the many days of being alone; back when I was six, just before school had begun for the year, I had taken a notebook that was originally meant for school but was never used and I let my mind wander. I hadn't realized what I was doing until my mother had come into the room looking for me; my hand had wandered and I had drawn a snowflake, having missed the winter season. She kept my drawing a secret and we bonded, for many days my mother would come to my room and we'd draw together. We'd draw whatever we felt that day, letting our minds wander and our feelings set free. Though I was never particularly good at showcasing any anger or sadness through drawing, so those emotions tended to get bottled up and forced deep inside me.

I didn't realize how long I sat there, drawing, but I only looked up when I heard someone gasp from the left of me. I swiftly grabbed the notebook and hugged it against my chest, I looked up to see Tori standing to the left of me, mouth open in shock and awe in her eyes. I instantly relaxed knowing that it was only Tori who had seen me draw and let the notebook fall back onto my lap, finally taking a look at the drawing.

I hadn't even realized what I was doing, but I had ended up drawing both Tori and Amar holding me. Every part of the drawing was as detailed as it could get, from Tori's complicated colored hair shaded with many strokes of the single pencil to Amar's easy smile that he seemed to only show to those he cared for. Everything was detailed… aside from myself, I had drawn myself as I always did. My dull blond hair in calm waves going down my shoulders, my eyes were hidden by the natural mask that I've put up over the years and the normal abnegation clothes seemed to drown my petite body. But something was different, and I couldn't put my finger on it, until I suddenly realized that I had drawn myself slightly more muscled, like I am now, slightly taller, as if I'd grown more confidence, and a hardness was drawn into my normally blank eyes as if I finally found a way to hide, but be myself at the same time.

I looked back up at Tori, now noticing that she had moved to sit next to me, still with her gaze set on the drawing. "Where'd you learn to draw like that?" She finally asked, awe in her voice as she moved her gaze to meet me before we both moved our eyes to stare once again at the drawing.

"My mother," I began in a soft voice, "when I was six I had so much… emotion, filling me and I couldn't think of anything aside from writing it all down to let it all out." I chuckled, "Though, instead of writing everything, I had subconsciously drawn. The first thing I drew was a snowflake and my mother had seen. She had come into my room to check on me, and tell me dinner was ready, but she saw the drawing." I explained, "My mother wasn't mad; she was shocked at first, of course, but the next day she came to my room when we had free time and we drew together. Every day for two years… Until she died of course… but I never stopped drawing, her death just made me want to draw more… Though I was and still am not any good at drawing anything to represent my anger and sadness."

Tori nodded along as I spoke, still not taking her gaze off the picture as she finally responded. "Do you mind if I print this? I'd like to show it to Amar as well, but I suspect you'd like to keep this with you."

I smiled slightly, "You can just take it. If I keep it with me, I suspect someone, maybe Eric, will find it and question our relations with each other." I answered, thinking logically even though I'd like the keep the drawing, but I know it's too risky.

"Alright, I'll keep the drawing safe, I promise," Tori replied softly, keeping her voice low as she continues, "I know you want to keep it, but your Erudite side knows you can't." She reasoned, reassuring me that she'll make sure the drawing is safe.

I nodded, "Do you mind if I draw something to use as a tattoo?" I asked, unsure if I should.

"Of course, draw whatever you want. I'll be back to check on you in about an hour, I got some customers to deal with." She responded as she stood up, waving me goodbye as she maneuvered her way through the parlor.

I carefully tore out the page with the drawing of Tori, Amar, and myself, and folded it. I gingerly placed it into my pocket before turning to a new page in the sketchbook. I once again let my mind wander and my hand began to glide across the paper in short and long swift strokes. They began to take the shape of a fire that seemed to devour the page as the flames flickered and grew, transforming into an inferno that consumed the paper. The fire slowly transformed into the Dauntless symbol, but, unbeknownst to anyone unless they look closely, in each flame grew the different faction symbols that curled into the flickering flame and took the shape of each symbol. First, on the far left, there was the symbol of Amity, the tree, and right beside it was the symbol for Candor, the scales. On the far right grew the symbol of Erudite, the eye, slightly larger than the rest to show that I had an aptitude for it, but still much smaller than the Dauntless symbol. On the left, right next to the eye, lay the symbol of Abnegation, hands clasping each other, one helping the other, and it was much larger than the symbol of Erudite. It showed that Abnegation was the faction I was born into and had an aptitude for, but it also showed that it's the faction I left behind. The inferno surrounded every single one of the factions as if protecting, guarding them against whatever lays on the outside. Each separate flame also curled around each symbol, as if protecting each faction from another.

I jumped as I heard the awed gasp of two people who stood on either side of me, watching each stroke of the pencil as it formed the flames and the symbols. I quickly pulled the sketchbook to my chest as my head shot up just see that it was Amar and Tori who had gasped and seen the drawing. I relaxed immediately, once again letting the sketchbook lay on my lap, the pencil still in my hand.

"That's beautiful, Six, where'd you learn to draw like that?" Amar whispered in awe as he and Tori both took seats on either side of me.

I looked at Tori and she began to explain to him what I had explained to her not too long ago. As Tori neared the part of the drawing I drew earlier, I gingerly pulled the drawing out of my pocket and unfolded it, carefully placing it into Amar's hands. He looked at it in awe before looking back up at me. I ducked my head as my cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, as the two adults watched me carefully.

Amar once again whispered in wonder, "This is amazing, Six, but… why did you draw us?" He asked, curiosity lacing each whispered word.

I blushed even more as I mumbled, "Because, you're both like parents to me… My mother died when I was eight so I haven't had a mother figure for eight years and I've never had a f-father figure in my life… You both… you guys treat me as if I'm l-like… maybe… your… daughter… A-and…" I tried to explain, but I kept stuttering and mumbling, embarrassment and worry about what they would say from my confession overpowering whatever little bit of bravery I had managed to muster up when I tried to explain.

Amar and Tori looked at each other and smiled slightly at each other before leaning over me and hugging each other and me, curling me into a group hug, sandwiched between them. I smiled a small smile and curled into their arms while also trying to keep the drawing for my tattoo safe in my lap. I didn't miss the two hidden looks from both Tori and Amar as they secretly looked at each other as if hoping neither of them or no one realized that they're looking at the other.

"Honestly, Six, you are like a daughter to me and I'm kinda glad that you see me as a father figure," Amar began. "And I'm also very happy that you trust me, I know you have Androphobia, but this is a huge step to overcoming that fear." He complimented as he and Tori finally let go of me and looked at the drawing for my tattoo.

Tori smiled and agreed with Amar before stating, "Let's get you over to my station, I'm looking forward to working on your tattoo." She said excitedly as she helped me up while taking the sketchbook from my lap. Tori led me over to a tattoo station in the corner of the room and began prepping her needles and such. "Where do you want this to be?" She asked as she worked.

"Maybe… Can you do it on my back?" I asked hesitantly, "I'd like to have my own drawings tattooed on me... because they have special meanings…" I continued, growing quieter as the sentence kept going.

Tori nodded, "Of course," as she finished cleaning the needles. She swiftly moved around the station and closed the curtains surrounding the area. "I'll need you to take off your shirt, and I'll have to check your wounds before I do anything. We need to make sure they're okay before we do any tattooing." She explained as she maneuvered her way around the station.

I nodded but didn't move, apprehension evident in my gaze. I didn't want to take my shirt off, I didn't want Tori to see the scars even if she already has. Tori sighed softly, noticing that I hadn't moved and gingerly made her way over to me. She sat down and leaned over, giving me a small hug, "It's alright Six, no one else will see your back, everyone knows not to come through the curtain for privacy reasons. Also, I've already seen the scars, it's alright, I promise you'll be fine, no one else will see."

I nodded and unzipped my vest, carefully pulling it off before gingerly pulling my shirt off and quickly covering my chest, still covered with one of those sports bras, a black one, that has a clasp, with my arms. "Alright, just sit down and relax. Are you alright with me unclasping your bra?" Tori asked wearily as she instructed me on what to do. I nodded and sat down, trying to relax and allowing Tori to unclasp my bra and unwrap the bandages to check my back. "Hmm… We'll have to do the tattoo another time, the wounds aren't fully healed yet, most have scabbed over, but I'll have to take out the stitches in a few days."

I nodded as Tori rewrapped the bandages and clasped my bra. I picked up my shirt once again and gingerly put it on and slid my vest back over my shoulders, "When should I come back?" I asked softly as I stand up, watching Tori as she pulls the curtains open once again.

"For the tattoo, you want on your back, come to my apartment in two days so I can take a look at the stitches and scabs if everything's okay we can proceed with the tattoo the next day." Tori explained, "Otherwise, you can come at any time you want."

I sighed, "Alright, also, can you keep the tattoo I drew hidden? And then destroy it once we completely finish it? I don't want others to have the tattoo as well," I questioned. Once I received a nod from Tori I sighed with relief.

Tori smiled and looked at the clock, then gasped at the time, "Jeeze, it's late, Six, you should go get some rest, Amar told me that fights start in a few days and you'll be training a lot for the next few days. You need to be well rested or else you won't do very well." She warned, pushing me out of the station and out of the tattoo parlor after handing me my shopping bags.

I hugged her goodbye before making my way to the dorms, not really wanting to see Lauren, but still needing to sleep before the fights tomorrow. I entered the dorm room silently, light on my feet as if I was just a feather gliding through the wind. I dropped my bags on my bed, ignoring the words "Stiff" that had been graffitied all over the bed, from the frame to the mattress. I entered the bathroom, making sure to grab sweatpants, and a tight t-shirt as well as toiletries. I took a quick shower, changing into the clothes I'll be using for tomorrow and making my way back to my bed, quickly organizing my new clothes with the ones I already had, as well as hiding the necessities. I carefully checked to make sure my mother's necklace was tightly clasped around my neck and hidden under the shirt before I laid down and slowly drifted to sleep.

\A Few Days Later/

I groaned as I woke up, pushing myself into a sitting position and looking at the clock in the center of the room. It read 4:30AM and I growled in frustration at having woken up so early once again. I sighed and stood up, pulling on a pair of combat boots and straightening the clothes I was already wearing. I groaned again and checked that I still wore my necklace before jogging and making my way to the cafeteria where a few, still immensely tired, members sat, drinking their many cups of morning coffee. I quickly snatched a cup of my own coffee as well as a bagel before once again making my way out of the cafeteria, too, and just as I did the second day, ran directly into Amar. The only reason I didn't fall over and land flat on my butt was that Amar had quick reflexes and was able to catch me.

"Jeeze, Six, you okay?" Amar asked, concerned. I gave him a tired, grumbled "yeah" as I yawned. I took a sip of my coffee as Amar continued, "Going on another jog today? -" I nodded "- Alright, give me a sec, I'm joining you." I nodded once again and waited, sipping on my coffee, as Amar got his own mug and bagel and joined me, just as we've been doing for that past few days.

We began to silently jog together around the compound until we found ourselves in front of the dorm rooms, not even slightly out of breath from the jog around the entirety of the Dauntless compound. Amar once again handed me a metal rod and nodded as we entered the room. He held up three fingers and began to count down, and the minute he reached one we slammed the rods into the railing, waking the many irritated initiates.

"Everyone in the training room in ten minutes!" Amar ordered before turning to me and asking, "You coming, or do you need a shower?" I just shrugged and followed him as he left for the training room, ignoring the glares from the many other initiates as they watched me leave.

"You don't think someone's gonna get suspicious and think you're helping me with my rank or something?" I ask into the silence, trying to mask the worry that seeped from the last word I spoke. Many of the initiates could think something's happening between us, and if they think that then they'll think I'm using him to get a higher rank and to survive initiation.

Amar nodded, "Probably, but either way, I asked Max to do this years ranking with me. Just so no one believes the ranks are based on my biases," He explained as we entered the training room. "Either way, I doubt you'd need me to make it through initiation, you got a fire in your eyes and it's quite amazing how determined you are." He complimented as he moved towards the closet where the punching bags lay, "Mind helping me set up?"

I just gave him a simple nod as I followed him, picking up one of the punching bags and half dragging, half carrying it to the hooks where Amar was currently hanging another bag that he had grabbed. I reached up and tried to hang the bag, but came up short seeing as I couldn't reach the hook no matter how much I tried.

I growled as I heard Amar laughing beside me, obviously finding my struggle hilarious, "Need some help, Shorty?" Amar chuckled as I growled again, dropping the punching bag deliberately onto his foot, causing him to yelp and let out a string of colorful curse words.

I moved back to the closet and grabbed another punching bag and dragged over to Amar, dropping them right beside Amar so that he could hang them up while I get another. We fell into an easy rhythm, me getting the punching bags and Amar hanging them up and we finished in record time.

"Alright, go do some jogs or warm up on the punching bags, looks like everyone else is late," Amar grumbled. "Why can't someone, aside from you, be early for once." He stated as he set up a chalkboard and began writing down names, most likely writing down who will be fighting who today.

I ignored the board and moved towards one of the punching bags and began to practice my stance, punches, and kicks as we waited for the other initiates to arrive. I continued kicking and punching the bag as the other initiates trickled through the doors, earning sharp glares from Amar. After a few more sharp kicks and punches to direct points of the punching bags, causing it to fly off the hook and for the others to gasp as Amar smirks with amusement.

I moved forward and picked up the bag that had flung into the wall, dragging it over to the empty space it once was and dropped it, not even bothering to struggle with putting it back up. Amar snickered, knowing exactly why I dropped it there and earned a sharp, dangerous glare from me.

Amar then turned to the other initiates and snapped at them, "Alright! First off, everyone aside from Six will be doing forty laps around the entire room tomorrow! And no I'm not favoring Six, I'm punishing all of you for being forty minutes late! All of you were supposed to be here at 6:00 sharp!" Amar growled while I moved over to another punching bag right next to the one I had broken, "We woke you up specifically at 5:50 so that you could get here! But no! All of you had to come at 6:30! Forty fucking minutes late! If you all would have come here earlier than you would have had a chance to practice before fights, but nope! All of you are going to be fighting without anymore practice aside from Six who was smart enough to wake up early!"

From the back of the group of initiates I could hear a muffled, "Someone's obviously the favorite," from a gruff voice that I could only assume came from one of the many guys.

I looked up from the punching bag I had begun to assault and snickered, "Why wouldn't I be the favorite? I'm the only one that gets up early and goes on morning jogs to warm up. I'm the only one that's ever here on time or even early, but never late. I'm the only one that has even helped Amar set up without needing to be asked." I stated, face placid and voice monotone, "And no, I'm not sucking up to Amar because I'm not a whore or a slut or whatever other excuses you have for anything I do and for any ranking I get. All of you are just too lazy to realize shit, have any of you even paid attention to anything Amar has told us?" I growled at them as a few hesitant people shook their heads no at my question, "Well no wonder none of you seem to care! Did it ever dawn on you what happens to the initiates who don't do well? Well, let me enlighten you if we don't do well we get thrown into the factionless. I always knew Dauntless was where I was gonna go, so I secretly read up on the rules, yes I know very Erudite of me, but what else can you do to prepare yourself when you can't sneak out? When you can't befriend a Dauntless who could maybe help and prepare you?" I snapped, "You're all a bunch of idiots, especially whichever ones of you came from Erudite, absolute fucking idiots."

Amar and all the other initiates looked at me in shock seeing as that's the most I've spoken in the past few days, let alone my entire life. Amar was the first one to gain his composure and spoke again, "Either way, Max will be helping me with the rankings so none of it will be a biased opinion. Anyway, get your asses over here, you have fights to do. I suggest if you're not fighting then you should be practicing till it's your turn," He ordered. "The first pair is Eric vs Denis, on the mat now! You'll be fighting until either you concede or one of you can't continue anymore," Amar informed and went over the rules before telling the boys to begin their fight.

I sighed and looked at the board to see who's fighting who and when:

Eric VS Denis

Six VS Lauren

Mia VS Daine

Amy VS Thomas

Izzy VS Jack

Grace VS Oscar

Alisa VS Alex

I sighed and analyzed each of the initiates, Eric who already had a couple of tattoos and many piercing littering his face was bulky and he's a born Erudite, though he shouldn't rely on just being smart. Denis, who Eric was going to fight, was lean and tall, he looked fast and analyzing, he could possibly win if he attacks first and gets a good blow.

I turned to see Lauren punching one of the bags and practicing before our fight which comes next. She was lean and tall, but I'm lean and short, less muscle and weight to carry, I believe it's gonna be a hard fight and the only way one of us will win is if we tire the other.

I dragged my gaze over to Mia, the Amity transfer, she was slender and small, but still taller than me. She had quite a lot of muscle, probably from days working in the fields. My gaze swiftly moved towards Daine, a Candor transfer with Denis, who seemed quite burly and strong, but also reluctant to hurt others, and by the looks of it, if Mia can get the first hit, she'll have a better chance of winning.

My gaze gravitated towards Thomas who was quite bulky and looked pretty strong, but slow due to the weight and muscle coating his body. As I scanned the crowd, my eyes finally landed on Amy and I analyzed her, noticing that she is lean, but also short, possibly shorter than Mia, but of course, still taller than me. Like Mia, if Amy hits first she has a better chance of winning against Thomas.

I turned towards Izzy who was talking to Grace and looking at the boys they were supposed to fight. Izzy was average height and had dark skin that contrasted her pale blue eyes and dark brown hair that has already been dyed at the tips with a light blue. Grace, who stood next to Izzy, was tall and would have made me seem tiny (even though I am). Grace had white-tipped dark brown, almost black, hair that contrasted perfectly with her slightly tan, but naturally pale skin. Grace seemed like a bitch, and Izzy seemed okay, but they both seemed pretty strong and confident.

My gaze once again drifted towards the boys that Izzy and Grace would be fighting, Jack and Oscar, who seemed to be chatting away and glancing at the girls they have to fight. Jack, was tall, but slightly shorter than Grace, and had blond hair that was long and messy as if he just woke up, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. His skin overly tan, as if he spends every single waking second outside. His eyes were a dark brown that contrasted amazingly with his hair. As for Oscar, he was much shorter than Jack but was much more muscular than he was, even though Oscar looked too kind to want to hurt anyone without needing to. His hair was a dark brown and his eyes were a green that reminded me so much of Caleb Prior's eyes.

My gaze once again traveled to Alisa and I watched her as she spoke to Alex. They looked afraid to fight each other, and it's common knowledge that they're dating, have been dating since before they came here. They both came from Candor. Alisa has long, dull blond hair and pale skin that made her vibrant blue eyes stand out. She was short compared to the tall ass statue that was Alex who stood right next to her. Alex had chocolate brown skin and dark brown eyes, with short, brown, curly hair. The two seemed to be contemplating what to do because it's quite obvious that they don't want to fight each other and hurt each other, but they have to.

I sighed and drifted towards the punching bags once again and began to assault it, ignoring the fight going on on the mat behind me and fell into my own world full of anger and sadness that I channeled into each punch I threw and each kick I flung. I only stopped once the second bag of the day found its way to the other side of the room with a loud bang. I grumbled and swiftly made my way across the room and dragged the bag back to the hook to see Amar waiting with a slight smirk. I noticed he had rehung the other punching bag I had knocked down earlier and sat, impatiently waiting, for Amar to finish hanging the one I just knocked down.

Suddenly, from the mat in the center, we heard someone shout, "I concede!" And I could only guess it was that boy, Denis, who conceded.

Amar and I turned around to see Eric was still hitting Denis even after he conceded and both of us rushed over, me easily punching Eric with an uppercut as Amar picks up Denis from where he sat, nose bleeding and crooked. "Do you not know what concede means you fucking idiot?" I snarled at a slightly dazed Eric as he tried to get up from his position on the floor. "Concede means to surrender or yield, Denis yielded, Denis surrendered, and that means you don't proceed to fight him, it means that you get off him and be a good sport and help him up." I growled and knelt down, gripping Eric's collar and dragging him off the mat to allow the next pairing to fight, anger fueling my strength, "You do not continue fighting after someone concedes! You just don't do that you fucking idiot! What, did Erudite not teach you what fucking concede even means or were you too dumb to realize?!" I continued snarling as I threw Eric down on a bench, away from the mat. I slapped him, hard, for good measure, leaving him, once again, dazed and slumped over from the strength of both the punch and slap.

"Six, Lauren, you're up! Don't be like Eric and keep fighting after one of you concedes or else I will lower your ranking, I'm doing exactly that to Eric!" Amar calls out as I swiftly and silently as if I was a feather floating in the wind, made my way over to the mat.

I didn't step on straight away, I stood there taking deep breaths to calm myself from the anger that had taken over my body at Eric's cowardice at fighting someone who was already down. I took one last deep breath as my vision was no longer red and stepped onto the mat, quickly getting into the fighting stance in front of Lauren. "Go!" I heard Amar yell, and that was the last thing I heard before Lauren and I started to circle each other like predators stalking their prey. I let the Erudite part of my brain take over and began to remember the many lessons about the points and different parts of the human body. Before Lauren could make a single move to punch or kick me, I had lunged forward and dealt two swift jabs to Laurens throat and a pressure point in her shoulder that easily made her arm go limp. Lauren still fought even with her limp arm dangling at her side; I dodged her sloppy punch to my own shoulder but wasn't fast enough to catch the kick that found itself colliding with the back of my left elbow with all its strength. A loud crack reverberated through the room and many gasped as my arm also went limp at my side. I wanted to scream, but all I let out was a slight groan of pain before getting into my stance once again, letting my left arm hang limply at my side, throbbing with pain.

Lauren and I continued circling each other, both of us with my left arm and her right is limp at our sides and right and left arms up, ready to protect any part of our body that the other attacks. Before Lauren or myself could think, I crouched down and swung my right leg out with as much strength and force I could muster up and let it crash against Lauren's ribs, causing her to fall over with a groan of pain. I swiftly got up and dropped on top of Lauren, pinning her to the ground until she groaned out, "I concede."

I, as quickly as I could with a throbbing arm, got off of Lauren and helped her up, receiving two groans from both of us, though mine much quieter than hers, as my injured arm tensed and Lauren's ribs shook. "Both of you get to the infirmary, now, you look like you're gonna faint," Amar ordered. As Lauren and I clung to each other and limped out of the room, Amar called out to me, "And Six, don't hit someone's pressure point unless it's a real fight, one of you, or even both of you, could have gotten hurt even worse than that!" I left, still clinging to Lauren, with a sharp nod to Amar as we swiftly, but cautiously, made our way to the infirmary.

The nurse at the front gasped in shock when she saw my left arm and Lauren's right arm crippled at our sides as we entered the infirmary. She quickly called another nurse as she guided us to a pair of cots and sat us down, earning a groan from Lauren as she collapsed on the bed. "By the way, you should regain feeling in your arm within the next hour," I stated to Lauren as one nurse checked my left arm and another checked over Lauren's ribs. She just nodded as we sat there, being treated by the two nurses.

The one treating me groaned as she spoke, "We're gonna need a serum from Erudite if you're gonna keep fighting, Six." She stated, "It's a clean break in your elbow and if we don't use the serum it'll take up to at least a month before you can do anything with it." I nodded and sat there patiently as she wrapped my arm in a cast and instructed me on what to do so that nothing happens to it while it heals as we wait for the serum from Erudite.

A/N:

Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed! Also don't ask me shit about the pressure points of the body n' shit like that cause I don't know anything about any of it, I'm kinda making it up as I go, but maybe I might get something right on occasion? Also, Six is slowly getting over her Anthrophobia! Yay! Let's see what fear takes its place the next time she goes into the simulation! Anyway, hope you guys have a great day! Bye!