A/N: Second update of the day! Get pumped! Nah, just kidding. It's okay. Anyway, school has started up again. (Happy New Year!) but anyways...
Me:!hey... Uh... Four?
Four: what do you want? *sigh*
Me: could you do the disclaimer for me?
Four: fine, whatever. Anna4Tobias- wait, WHAT?!
Me: don't ask... *blushes*
Four: Fine. She owns nothing.
Me: great! No GO! YOU'RE ON!
Chapter 6: Fight Training
We are in the training room and there are mats on the ground.
"Today you will learn how to fight." Four says, as we file into the room. "Eric and I will be watching you and will help improve your style. Go!"
I turned to the dummy and punched it. It was hard. I started going at it. By the time Four called a break for lunch, I was dripping in sweat.
"Woah, Tris!" Will said. "What were you doing over there?"
I flushed a deep red when I saw Four looking at me. "You know," I laughed. "Beating the hell out of a dummy."
I was walking to get lunch, when Four stopped me.
"You're technique was all wrong. But I'll work on that with you later. I just have to ask, what were you thinking about when you were beating that dummy to a pulp?" He smirked.
"Ummm, I don't... know," I murmured, starred at my shoes.
Four placed his hand on my shoulder. "Alright." He said. Then he turned and walked away. I needed to tell him, and soon.
I sat at the table with Christina. I kept glancing around to find Four. I found him sitting next to Dauntless members. Eric was standing beside Four, telling him something.
"Tris!" Christina said, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked.
"Sorry," I said. Lunch was over, and we went back to the punching dummies. I imagined Marcus. I saw him in my head, and a blind rage took over me. I put all my weight into the punches. I hit his face, his chest, and square in the stomach to knock the wind out of imaginary Marcus. "I'm gonna kill you," I muttered. Then I hit the dummy in the side of the temple.
"Well, well, well," Four said behind me. I jumped. "You sure beat the hell out of that dummy there, Tris."
Four walked over to the dummy, and folded his arms. "Show me what you got, Tris." He said.
I turned to the dummy. Tobias's bloody back clouded my head. I hit the dummy in the chest. I started beating its face. I slammed my fist into its jaw.
"Tris!" Four shouted. "Stop now!"
I stopped. My rage disappeared. I wiped my face, and realized I had been crying as I beat the imaginary Marcus/dummy. I dragged my arm across my forehead. Four took my arm and practically dragged me out of the training room.
He led me down a hallway. He scanned the area, then pushed open a door. He ushered me inside, and followed me in. He closed the door, and leaned against it. "Tell me who you're afraid of, Tris." Four said, folding his arms.
I blinked. "I looked scared to you?" I asked. He shook his head.
"No, you looked angry." He said. "Would this person be in your fear landscape?" Fear landscape?
"No," I said. "I don't fear him, I simply hate him."
"I don't believe you." He said.
"Four," I say, gently. "I wouldn't lie to you about this. I promise that I'm not scared of him"
"We'll see." He said. Then he opened the door.
He led me back to the training room. He led me back to the dummy. "Show me a punch."
I punch the dummy. Four walks toward me.
"You're weak." He says. "You have to put your whole body into it. If you want to 'kill' this guy you hate, you have to use your elbows and legs. Not just your arms." I blush.
"You're fast, though. And you could win if you attack first. Upper cut, straight to the throat." I turn toward the dummy and upper cut the throat.
Four places his hand on my belly. His hand is so big, it goes from just bellow my rib cage, to just above my hips. "Keep tension here." He says quietly. Then he drops his hand and takes a step back. "Keep working, Tris." He says as he walks away. I take a minute to breathe before going back to punching.