-Christina-
We made it back to the compound and One seemed to sober up a little bit. We went back in and he walked me to the cafeteria where everyone was there eating dinner, "Thanks for whatever we did today," I told One.
"No problem," he smiled back at me, "We will do it again tomorrow."
"What's for lunch?"
He sniffed and waited a moment, "We're having burgers and fries."
We went to the line and there was burgers and fries lining the tray. The Dauntless Members moved back and we went down the line. I saw that they were afraid of him. When we got our food, we headed toward his table. I looked at my friends to my left and they looked at me. Because I wasn't paying attention and almost ran into One. He was looking at the Initiates, "Come," he ordered and continued walking. They all slowly stood with their trays of food and followed us.
One and I sat down at the table and the Initiates surrounded the table, awaiting for him to tell them to sit, "Well? Sit down," he demanded and they did.
One eyeballed Will and Will just looked down at his food and played with it, "One?" I asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"How's your neck William?" he asked.
"It's doing better."
"You put some ice on it," Will shook his head, "You should and ask the nurse for some muscle relaxant cream. That will make the soreness go away."
"Thanks."
"Care to talk about what just happened?" Four walked over and sat down next to One.
"What are you talking about?"
"Where have you been all day?"
"I've been around and training Christina."
"Okay, and what about what you did to Will? You could've killed him."
"But I didn't."
"Which is why I'm concerned about you. All the Members of Dauntless are talking about it. They think you've gone soft all of a sudden and they're questioning your mental state."
"Like they haven't been doing that. Now get the fuck out my face and away from my table."
"Fine," Four said in defeat, "We will finish our talk later."
"Don't count on it Tob… Four," he looked Four and dipped his chin.
"Watch yourself. You may be Head Scout, but I can kick your ass."
"You flunked out of training Four."
"You know why I did! So don't pull that bullshit on me!"
"Get away from my table or blood will be spilled. I will not show mercy because the one I lo- because Christina is here," I knew what he was going to s ay and I was flattered that he was thinking that, but also hurt at the fact that he didn't finish saying it.
"You know what?"
"What?" One got in Four's face.
"It's about time we end this. We've been at each other's throats for a while now, so how about we have a fight to the death?"
"Why would I kill you? Having you alive knowing you can't beat me is much more fun."
"Have you gone soft One? Has an Initiate really gotten to you."
"Look who's talking Four. You have your eyes set on the blonde girl and I don't think of you any differently. Unless you have gone soft?"
"You know I haven't."
"Then why am I any different?"
"Because you've spent your days forgetting all emotions except for rage. I actually try to be human. You should too."
"Why? Having emotions doesn't make me human."
"Look behind you One. This batch of Initiates actually like you. I can see it in their eyes. They want to be your friend."
"I DON'T NEED ANY FRIENDS!" One roared, "I've Never Had Any To Begin With And I'm Not Going To Start Now! People Don't Like Me And I Don't Like Them Right Back!"
"But what about Christina? She seems to like you and you've grown attached to her."
One hesitated for a few seconds, "She… she is…"
"She is what? Spit It Out Damn You!" Four spat.
"I'm not going through some soul searching process right now. I have no one and that's how the universe wants it."
"It left you with nothing and yet something is trying to go," Four's mood softened, "Don't take this away from yourself… Brother."
"Holy.. shit," I said, "Four's your brother?" then asked.
"We were left with nothing."
"Don't patronize me," One pushed him back.
"Our father-!"
"Our father was just some asshole that I'm glad died out of drunkenness! And our mother…," he paused and closed his eyes as he slowly inhaled, "I can still see her and hear her singing to us."
"She left us," Four growled.
"You don't know that! All you know or I know, is that she became Factionless and we don't know why."
"She left because of our father."
"I'm not going to talk about that bastard. Now get out of my face."
"I'll challenge you for it."
"Challenge accepted."
"No!" I got in between them, "You're not going to fight!" I pointed a finger in his face and demanded, "You're not going to fight! I am your friend and I'm telling you to not fight!"
"I DON'T NEED ANY FRIENDS!" he yelled.
"Yes You Do!" I fought him, "All of Initiates want to be your friend! Why don't you want any?"
"I've been hurt too many times to form emotional attachments to people!"
I held his face that was about to burst out in tears, "I'm going to be your friend and there's nothing you can do about it!"
He pulled away from me and shouted, "ERIC! PETER! Get The Scouts!"
"How do we find them?" Eric called back.
"Use your imagination dammit!" he leaned in and was just a few inches from my face, "I am not going to go soft just because of some girl Initiate," he said through gritted teeth.
"I never asked," I smirked, "Just give friends a chance."
"Initiates!" from the corner of my eye I saw the Initiates stand out of their seats, "When you're done eating, meet me at the fence!"
"They're just Initiates brother," Four said hesitantly and with much fear, "You don't need to show them. I don't think it's wise for you or for them."
"I will manage Four," he closed the gap between our faces and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before standing back up, "I need this and they need to know the story."
"There are sixteen Initiates," he said, "All of them should make it back in one piece."
"Don't you worry," then his facial expression changed. He turned to around and I focused his attention on Tris, "What is your name Initiate?"
"Tris," she seemed uneasy.
"Your full name dammit."
"Beatrice Prior."
"You stay behind."
"Wait what?" Four asked, "Why does she have to stay behind?"
One walked backwards a few steps then pressed his left shoulder against his brother's right shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Four nodded, "Tris, come with me."
"No. What's going on?" she asked.
"I'll explain later," Four stated, "Now please, come with me," there was urgency in his voice.
"Um, okay," she walked around the bench.
In one bound, One jumped onto the table we were just sitting at and faced the crowd, "All Of You People! Right Here Right Now! You Think That I've Gone Soft Because I Didn't Fight When My Reputation Here Says That I Should Have! Maybe I Have Gone Soft; Become More Human!" He Then Looked To Me, "Maybe For Once In My Life I Don't Mind! But If You Think That Because I Am Soft, That Shows Me Having Weakness! It Does!" He Looked Back At The Crowd, "But Don't You Dare Think That It Means You Can Come And Challenge Me! I Am Still That Crazy Ass Motherfucker That Will Kick Your Ass And Will Not Hesitate To Fight You! For Those Thinking That It's About Damn Time I've Became More Human, I'm Thinking The Same Thing!"
He jumped down from the table and grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, "Wait! What about me eating?"
He just kept quiet and just pulled me along. We entered into a labyrinth of dark hallways and he pulled me deeper into the hallways. After a few seconds, the light disappeared and I couldn't see anything. I had to rely on One's memory to guide me. We made so many turns that I almost got nauseous. We stopped and I heard him panting heavily and then I saw a faint outline of a key pad. A few of the numbers went black for a split second as beeping hit my ears. After that a door slid open and a bright light coming from a room had me close my eyes to allow them adjust. I was pulled in and when I opened my eyes, I gasped.
There was a computer that was on a wall along with a reflective dash board underneath it. On the other side of the wall sat a bunch of monitors with video feeds of the differing parts of the Factions on them. On the wall across from us was a doorway without a door; guns and blades lined the wall spaces on either side of the door, "This is amazing," I said and went into the room, "It's like Erudite."
"You've seen Erudite?"
"I took a trip with my father there. He was filtering out all the dishonest leaders in Erudite. Is that where this is all from?"
"Eeyup. Requested it from Leader Maxie," he pointed at the large monitor to our right, "He got it for me two days later."
"What about these other monitors?" I walked over to them and saw people walking with their Factions talking about whatever they were talking about.
"These ones I actually took from Erudite. They had a shipment of cameras and these monitors about to be sent to Dauntless. I took a snag at a few from the shipment."
"How'd you get all of these?"
"The night before, I snagged a few of them and then in the early morning, snagged a few more."
"Why do- never mind. I almost forgot, you're a Scout."
"A Head Scout," he pointed out jokingly.
I turned around and saw a smile. He was smiling. Something that brought much joy to my heart. He had the most beautiful smile, "There's that smile I've been looking for."
"You've been only looking for a day," he stepped closer as I turned around. He smiled more and wrapped his arms around my waist, "You make me feel something I have never felt and it's strange to me."
"Do you like it?" I knew what he was talking about and he pressed his forehead against mine.
"I think I do," he kissed my nose and I giggled, "I think we should go slow Christina. We just met and I just want to have time to get to know you before we start anything serious."
"I think I'd like that," I smiled and the feeling of hunger hit me. My stomach growled, "What of dinner again?"
"C'mere," he backed away slowly and I almost faltered because of my weak knees. I slowly followed him and he led me into the other room and there was a smell of food heavily clung to the air, "What do you want?"
"What is there?"
"What's your favorite food?"
"Burgers of course," I scoffed.
He went to a fridge and opened it. He took out a wrapped stack of cold patties. He pulled a flat pan out of a cabinet and set it on the stove. Over the next almost thirty minutes, I watched in amazement as he masterfully cooked the burgers and cut up potatoes for fries. During the process he added different kinds of spices with the Amity emblem on their bottles.
When it was all over and done with, there were two plates, with a burger and a handful of fries on each plate, "It smells good. Where'd you learn how to cook?"
"With being alone my whole life, I picked up a few things," his face saddened and he grabbed both plates and headed toward a door I didn't notice before.
The lights flashed on and there was a bed with an empty desk with a chair sitting behind it, "It's kind of bare in here is it not?" I asked.
"It is, but I like it," he set one plate on the chair and he sat in his bed.
"I've never been inside a boy's room before," I sat in the desk chair and it sank a little.
I picked up the burger and took a bite out of it. It was the best thing I had ever tasted, "Welcome to your first time of being in a boy's room. I just hope that it doesn't traumatize you because of how empty it is."
"This burger is amazing," I told him, "You have to tell me how you make it."
"You watched me make it, so you should know," he took a bite out of his food.
"That doesn't mean that I know what ingredients you've used."
"How about this," he set his burger down on the plate, "You do well in training and I will teach you how to cook."
"Deal," I smiled and shook his hand.
We finished eating and he told me all the things that I had to look forward to for the next couple of days. He would have me do the same things again tomorrow like I had done today, "So why do you have me doing this?"
"I saw it in a movie."
"What's a movie?"
"You don't know what a movie is?"
"I'm sorry, I don't," I felt hurt at the fact that I didn't.
"A movie is a story or event recorded by a camera as a set of moving images and shown in a theater or on television."
"What's a theater?"
"Shiiiiiit!" he exclaimed and laid back into his bed, "I'm not even supposed to be talking about it."
"Then why are you?"
"Because there is a war coming."
"Coming against who?"
"The Divergent."
"Who's the Divergent?"
"A race of people that is much more advanced than the normal ones. Erudite and Dauntless are trying to overthrow everything and assume command over all the Factions."
"Why?"
"Because Jeanine is a fucking bitch that's why."
"She seemed nice to me."
"That is just a front. She's the leader of the smartest Faction Christina. She's playing everyone."
"How do you know that Leader Max isn't playing you?"
"I'm letting him think he's keeping me in the dark, but what he doesn't know is that I already know about the war."
"We have to warn everyone," I stood up.
"We only need to warn the Divergent."
"Who's Divergent?"
"Me and my brother for starters. Tris is included in that circle as well."
"We have to tell her."
"Don't worry, Tobias is already on it."
"Okay, so what do we do now?"
"We wait until after the third round of training."
"What would that be?"
"Facing your fears."
"What are your fears?" I asked him and sat on the bed next to him.
He kept quiet and just sat up. It was evident in his face that I struck a nerve, "The fear of losing my brother; the fear of losing myself; the idea of losing my spot as Scout Leader; and now, the thought of losing you."
