Chapter 3: Fear. Fight. Fright. (Cont.)


Rolling up my sweaty fists, I approach the ring and waited as my opponent does the same. "Let's go Christina!" Will cheers as many would join in. "Come on, You can do it!"

"We believe in you!"

I shuddered. At least I have some support. "Enough of this bullshit," Molly said brashly. "We all know that lil bitch is going to die, so shut the fuck up!"

"How about no, sweetie." Will glared at Molly, obviously not worried if she were to attack him. But we know damn well why: She likes him. Instead of a comeback, she stuck out her tongue, resulting Will to say, "Ugh, If only Tris help your tongue get out of jail." Most of group burst into laughter, but Eric didn't. "Initiates, are you ready?" We both nodded. "Then fucking go, this isn't a dance battle; hurry up!" He frowned. I quickly dodged Drew's first punch and gave him a roundhouse kick, only for it to be blocked by his forearm. He then created a feint attack: I false left hook for a right jab to my right cheek. "Ooo! Get her Drew!" Peter claps his hands together as Molly sat on him. I landed on my left side and use my feet to knock him down, but Drew was much faster. He jumped on top of me, using his left hand to choke me and right to hit my head. "That's. For. Hitting. My. Head. Bitch." Every word for a punch. I spit at him, then wrap my legs around his neck and force his ass off me. I stand up and threw my fist which connected to his nose, causing to cry out. "You fucking bitch!" He roared and I shivered. "Christina, you're definitely gonna die. You sure you don't want me write your obituary?" Peter sneers.

I underestimated Drew.

It happened swiftly: I was only able to give four more jabs before I was knocked down and stomped on. He kicks my stomach, grabs my hair and pounds my face. I really thought death was near. "Stop! Fuck!" I scream as blood would spill all over the floor. Drew didn't seem to care. He picks me up and heaves me out of the ring. Thankfully, Al was able to break my fall and Eric sally towards us. "Are you done?" He spoke darkly. "Y-yes."

"Match is over. Drew wins. You, stand up." He orders and I listened. "Everyone follow me." Eric held my waist as we began to walk. "How are you feeling?" He asked. I eyed him suspiciously. "What does it look like?"

"He gave a half chuckle, startling several guards. "Let's take you to the infirmary, Candor." As we began to cross, I was shoved and held onto by the monster. "Hang on the rail. Or don't," He place my hand on the rail as he continues, "You got three options: Hang in there, and I forget your cowardice. Fall and die. Or give up. If you do, you are out and become factionless. You have five mintues, starting now." My arms began to shake two minutes after and I feared for the worse. "Christina, just two more minutes!" Tris was going to say something else but Eric glared at her. "Time's up, Eric." Al checked his watch. "Go back to your base."

"What abo-"

"I said, Goooo!" he booms and everyone flee. Tris gave her last look of confidence to me and disappeared, leaving me alone with this fucker. "Climb up."

"I-I can't! " I sobbed. He sighs, squats and pulls me up. "Fuck you." I whisper softly. "What was that?" He said. "Fuck you!" I teared up, expecting to be removed from this faction.

I hate it here.

I am not fitted for Dauntless.

"Candor." He lifted my chin as I continue to wept. "You chose to listen to Peter, why?" His rough yet soft fingers brush away the beads of diamonds from my face. "I don't know." I manage to say, my voice starts to croak. "Can you walk?" I nodded. "Let's get you fixed, Candor."

"Its Christina." I gave a half smile.

And he smirked in response.


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