Tobias
"I'm sorry, did I miss something?" I ask when all the eyes in the room land on me.
Eric grins and cocks his head to the side. "You trained last year's initiates, didn't you?" I nod in confusion, still not completely understanding what Eric is asking me to do. "So therefore she will trust you more?"
"Who will?" I ask before he can continue.
"Tris Prior." Eric says as if it were old news then continues talking. Tris Prior, I remember her. Short, blond hair, blue eyes, exceptional fighter. "So as I was saying," Eric continues, "She will trust you more than any of us here." He says motioning the rest of the table with his hands.
"I highly doubt she will trust me. I mean, I threw knives at her, for Christ's sake." I say leaning back in my chair, silently admiring the girl's courage.
"Anyway, she knows you, so she will learn to trust you faster that she will with any of us, so there for you will get the chance sooner than any of us would-"
"Hold on, hold on." I say leaning forward on my elbows, cutting Eric off. "I'm not sure I fully understand. So you want me to gain her trust, to then literally stab her in the back?" I ask. Eric simply nods. "And what if I don't want to?"
Eric purses his lips. "Then say goodbye to Dauntless."
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Tris
The Pit is quiet as I make my way to the cafeteria. I'm meant to be heading to the training room, but seeing as I'm already twenty minutes late what's the harm of ten more? Besides, I promised I'd show up but I never promised I'd be on time.
Despite the lack of people, the cafeteria is still serving muffins and coffee. I grab two, a chocolate one for me and a banana one for Christina - getting her a muffin may just save my ass from getting kicked for being late, not that I wouldn't be able to stop her, but better safe than sorry - and a cappuccino, I need the caffeine, then head back towards the training room, sipping my drink as I go.
When I reach the door to the training room I push it open with my hip and slip inside. Christina is busy explaining to the new initiates about fighting and the competitions that will be held between then tomorrow to determine their ranks. I slurp my coffee extra loudly to announce my presence and Christina whirls around mid-sentence and stalks towards me, pointing an accusing finger in my direction.
"Tris Prior!" She shouts coming to a stop a few meters ahead of me. "Training started half an hour ago!"
"Yeah but I brought you a muffin so that evens it out." I say tossing her the muffin. She catches it and her eyes light up as she takes a bite.
"Mm, banana." She says as she turns back to the waiting class, expecting me to follow. I do and come to a stop next to her. "Initiates, this is Tris Prior. One of the best Dauntless have got," she tells the group. "Don't mess with her unless you want your face rearranged." I smirk at some of the expressions that get shot at me; the majority of them unbelieving. They are probably all thinking that I couldn't knock anyone out, that I am just some little girl who still gets excited about lip gloss and unicorn stickers. Although, if anyone came across a unicorn sticker in Dauntless, they would be pretty excited. "Tris will be helping out today, teaching you the correct stance for-" Christina is cut off by a tall, brown haired girl standing in the centre of the group.
"What makes you so special?" She asks, the question directed at me.
I slowly turn to face her and she crosses her arms over her chest. My eyes narrow and I purse my lips. "What's your name?" I snap.
"Amber Delessio," she says.
I look her over once then turn back to face Christina. I raise an eyebrow at her. "Care to help me show Amber what makes me so 'special'?" I ask. Christina's eyes widen and she steps back, palms raised.
"Noo," She says shaking her head. "Ask Zeke instead," she says turning her head towards Zeke, who I now only realise, has been standing behind Christina this whole time.
All of Zeke's attention is on a blade he is holding in his hand, leaning back against the wall twirling it in his fingers, so I have to say his name several times before he looks up. "Oh, Tris, when did you get here?" He asks placing the blade down and walking a few steps towards me and Christina.
"A few minutes ago," I say smiling out of the corner of my eye at Christina. We are both thinking the same thing: Zeke has no idea how good a fighter I am, he never took much interest in the initiates training. "I need you to help me with something."
Zeke smiles and holds his hands up in offering. "With what?"
I grin at him. "Hit me," I say tilting my chin towards him.
Zeke looks taken aback. He looks at me, then to Christina, then briefly back to the initiates who are watching the scene unfold in front of them with interest, then back to me again. "I'm not going to hit you, Tris."
I tilt my head to the side and stick my lower lip out. "Why?" I ask. "You afraid to hit a girl?" Zeke starts to protest but I cut him off, trying to agitated him - but with good intention. "Or are you to chicken?" I smirk at the look my comment brings to his face; a look between hurt and disbelief. "Pus-sy," I say in a singsong voice and catch his fist with my hand as he strikes out towards my head.
A smile fuelled by adrenaline passes over both of our faces.
He twists his fist out of my grasp and strikes out again but I duck, taking his legs out from under him. I hear a gasp rush through the initiates and grin, I'm not surprised, Zeke is like twice the size of me.
He lands with a thud on the floor and I leap on top of him immediately, pinning his shoulders down. "You still afraid to hit me?" I taunt.
Zeke shakes his head, his eyes glowing with adrenalin. I am about to let him up when he rolls over, pinning my under him. I knee him in the groin without thinking then punch him in the nose, hard.
The sound of bone breaking echoes through the training room but is soon drowned out by Zeke's cry. "Shit!" He yells clutching his bleeding nose and rolling off me. "What the fuck, Tris?"
"Jesus, Zeke, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" I say helping him stand up. I look over my shoulder at Christina who is giggling violently and at the initiates who are gaping. I don't blame them, I feel the same.
Once Zeke is standing up, blood gushing from his wonky nose, he smiles at me. "You have a nice punch, Tris."
"Yeah, so I've been told," I say. "Go to the infirmary, Zeke." He nods and I join Christina, watching him walk out of the door. I then turn back to Amber. "Does that answer your question?" I say cracking my knuckles for extra emphasis. She nods her head slowly. I guess that shut her up.
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