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x Azure


There's a soft noise, a kind of hushed swishing as Angelique's long black ponytail falls to the ground. She gasps as she sees it but if it were me I would be happy and thankful for my life. Eric stares at her, smiling sickly, he looks almost sad that he hadn't killed her.

"Count your blessings initiate." He mumbles as he turns and skulks back out of the lighting.

"Dismissed."

So we finished knives, we finished guns, neither of which were particularly problematic, after Angelique's incident nothing happened too drastic. However, I was certain the next part of initiation wasn't going to be easy. I was right.

Fighting will never be my strong point, it isn't natural for an Amity to throw a punch. That said, it would really suck for me to fail initiation just because I dislike inflicting pain on people. We spend the day using punching bags, the steady thunk of flesh against fabric is all you can hear aside from Zeke's voice when he gives advice. I suck at it, by bag never sways but stays still while my knuckles spilt and bruise. I look around and compare myself to the others. Some, like Finn and Natasha are amazing fighters, Finn's strong, he throws a punch at the bag and it swings away from him on its hinge, then as it zooms back towards him he strikes out at it with his foot and sends it swinging once more, he sticks a hand out to stop it and turns to help Imogen, she's not bad either, actually, she's pretty good. Natasha is a different story, her pale face is flushed with effort but she looks vicious as she hacks at the bag with her combat boot. Cold sweat beads on my forehead, if I have to face either of them in a fight I'm screwed.

When I turn to face the other side of the room, the first thing I see is Olympia- she's red in the face as she runs toward the bag and throws a punch, it doesn't move. She faces it, screws her face up into a snarl and gives the punching bag the finger. My thoughts exactly. Kurt's next to Olympia, he watches her with amusement. He walks up to her just as she attempts another punch. It was a decent hit and the bag would've swayed slightly except for Kurt who walked up and placed a hand on the bag, smirking. I watch, laughing as she death stares him, she could be what? Five foot two? Three at a stretch? He's approaching six foot. A showdown between those two could never go in her favour but if looks could kill, this tiny, curly haired Erudite kid would be a murderer.

"It was actually about to move! What is your problem Kurt?!" She bounces on the balls of her black boots

He smirks and places a hand on her shoulder and another cupped behind his ear.

"What's that Lymps? I can't here you down there!" he calls, brushing brown hair out of his face.

She kicks him in the groin. And he drops to the floor yelling while Olympia leans over him smiling.

"Can you hear me now?" she enquires.

He groans and gives a wry smile.

"You got your message through loud and clear Lymps."

"Don't call me Lymps."

"m-kay" he says, getting up and on to his knees pulling up his black pants and shaking his hair off his face again.

Olympia catches me staring and grins.

"He'll be fine. Don't worry." She assures me with a flash of a giggle. "It's just horseplay, we've been friends for almost ever." She continues. Of course! I'd almost forgotten that those two both came from the same faction.

She goes back to punching her bag and I watch her improve, she seems to examine every inch of the bag- then, after what I assume was some Erudite calculation- she punches the bag from underneath and sends it swinging. Part of me is embarrassed that this scrawny kid from Erudite manages to strike a decent hit before I can, then I notice her jumper, it's a faction games one as well, like mine but in navy. I remember her, she came first in the Dauntless climb, Abnegation build and second in the Erudite puzzle, Candor and Amity divisions. She got second place. My jealousy disappears in a second because this girl could be a threat, she's smart and resourceful, I don't want to mess with her.

"Initiate!"

It's Eric.

I turn, blood chilling as I face him and look deep into his pale eyes. Raising one eyebrow I deign to reply, I try to be sassy. I hope it looked sassy.

"yes?" I ask

"Have you thrown a single punch in the past hour?" he asks incredulously.

"I don't know. Have I? You're the one who's been watching us."

I try a smirk but it's hard to look him in the face again, I stare at the wall above his head, looking at the cracked red and black paint as it peels away from the wall, in some places exposing the bare cement.

The crowd that's gathered behind him clasp hands to mouths and gasp.

Eric slaps the nearest bag which gives a resounding ring of chains to hush the audience.

"I haven't seen any so far." He threatens, pacing around the bag until he's just centimetres away from my face. He turns to the crowd.

"Amber here is about to show us a punch- and- you…" he says, pointing at Esther. "…will tell her what's wrong with it. Go on. Punch" he goads.

I face the bag. It sits there menacingly, tough canvas which I can already feel stinging my knuckles. Here goes. Feeling the stares of ten pairs of eyes on me I brush a few strands of dark red hair from my eyes and tilt my chin up. I push my balled fist into the bag with as much force as I can manage. And I watch in slow motion as the bag sways just a little bit. Cheeks flushed with warm relief I turn to face Eric and the crowd again. Nobody smiles and I feel the chill wash over me again.

"Come with me initiate." Beckons Eric as he sweeps out of the doors. I don't have any choice but to follow.


Sooooo, another cliff hanger but hey! you probably don't actually care because this is a shitty fanfic. Cool. Merry Christmas.

X Azure