Hey guys. I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO sorry I haven't updated! I've had about three tests per day, on a good day, ON TOP OF HOMEWORK! But school's out in one day (thank the lord) and I'll have more time to. Thanks a lot for reading everybody, especially the three of you that actually reviewed. I forgot to mention that the first chapter (maybe the first 4 paragraphs of it) belong to Ismyang, but the rest is originally mine (plot)
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Al and Will decide they have no other choice and start circling again.
"But what is the point of beating him up? Do we learn something?" This comment from Al provokes determination from Will, and he straightens.
"You think it's going to be that easy? Go ahead, slowpoke, try to hit me." Al, disbelieving, swings a punch, and Will dodges, aiming a kick to Al's stomach. This goes on for a while, until Al gets angry and punches Will hard in the head. His head snaps back, and I watch him go unconscious.
I stride into the ring and pull Will up, supporting him as I walk out the door. I feel someone's gaze follow me out the door, and a shiver of something's going to go wrong runs up my spine. Right now, it's best if I'm not in the same room as Eric, or either he'll end up dead or I will lose my job. As much as I hate Eric, I don't want to be responsible for killing someone.
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After dropping Will off at the infirmary, I make my way back to the Training Room. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear nothing but silence from outside the doorway. Cursing, sure something happened to someone and why did I leave them alone with Eric, I push the door open to an empty room. I spin on my heel and rush out the door, sprinting to the chasm. I remember Eric mentioning something about cowardice punishment and hanging over for 5 minutes.
When I do reach the chasm (in 2 minutes, record time), I see a sight that makes anger shoot through me like hot rods of fire streaming through my body, starting at my toes and shooting their ways up. Christina, Tris' friend, lies on the steep platform near the railing, shivering and soaked. Tris and Al are crouched next to her, looks of obvious relief plastered on their faces.
I snatch a towel from a shelf carved into the rock wall, and walk quickly to Christina. I throw the towel to her, and spin to face Eric. He looks pleased with himself, as if he just bought some child ice cream instead of forced someone to hang over the freaking chasm!
"You know, Eric, who is the better fighter of the two of us. You also know which one of us cares more about his position. If I were you, I wouldn't play with my initiates any more. I might just reconsider my stand on the job Max is offering me, or my stance on public fights," I snarl. He looks at me for a few seconds, then remembers his "I'm better than you" impression and sneers.
"We'll see about that, Four. I've always wanted to throw someone out of Dauntless."
With that, Eric turns and walks away, while I roll my eyes. He'll need to get another vote to exile me, and I know both of the other leaders, Max and Aurelie, would rather lose Eric than me. I turn to Christina, and find her standing, Al supporting her while Tris helps her with the towel. I nod at them, and turn my attention to the other initiates.
"Tris, Al, and Christina, your fights are over so you can take Christina to the infirmary and then back to the Dormitory. Everyone else, back to the training room." I follow the Transfers to the Training Room, and resume my now-so-much-more-without-Tris-to-watch job of circling the name of the initiate that wins the fight. Edward and Myra win.
