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Chapter VI. The Chasm

BEATRICE

I wake up panting and with tears marked on my face. I had another nightmare about Marcus. Christina keeps asking me why, but I always ignore it. We run to the training room and burst in, and line up in our usual order. "About time initiates!" Eric sighs.

"Since there are an odd number of you, one of you won't be fighting today." Tobias steps aside, letting us see the pairings written neatly on the chalkboard.

Edward/Myra

Drew/Peter

Will/Al

Christina/Molly

Stiff/

I scoff at the name they gave me. Stiff is slang for Abnegation. I am not fighting today, which means I'll have a tough opponent tomorrow. I sigh. I look at the other pairings. They seem evenly matched, except Edward and Myra, ironic as you ask me.

Boyfriend versus girlfriend, Myra doesn't have a chance.

Unless Edward decides to go easy on her.

"This isn't good." Christina nudges me, making me wince. "Sorry. But look. I'm up against the Tank."

"The Tank?" I search for Christina's name, which is next to Molly.

"Yeah, Peter's slightly more feminine-looking minion." I look at Molly. She really does look like Peter. But she and Christina have the same body type, probably why they are paired.

"Those three," Christina points at Drew, Molly, and Peter. "Have been inseparable since they crawled out of the womb, practically. I hate them." I stifle a laugh.

-o0o-

I look back to Will and Al fighting. Edward and Peter won their fights.

Four had to only drag out a purple and blue bruised Drew-Peter showed no mercy to one of his only friends- because Myra faked being unconscious. She "woke up" a minute later.

I see Al punch Will hard in the jaw. The scene makes me think of me being beaten like a ragdoll by Marcus.

I wince at the thought.

Peter and his trio catch us staring at them, and Christina waves and flashes an obvious fake smile.

"I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind." Christina loudly whispers. I laugh

I turn back to the fight. Will and Al just stay there circling each other. I can tell they do not want to fight their own friend. Eric sighs sarcastically and checks his watch. He begins circling them.

"Do you think this is a leisure activity? Should we break for nap-time? Fight each other!" His voice drips with sarcasm.

"But…" Al looks up nervously, meeting his eyes. "Is it scored or something? When does the fight end?"

"It ends when one of you is unable to fight." Eric looks very annoyed.

"According to Dauntless rules, one of you could also concede." Tobias interrupts.

"According to the old rules. In the new rules, no one concedes." Tobias and Eric have a stare off.

"A brave man acknowledges the strength of others." I'm looking at two kinds of Dauntless; the honorable, and the ruthless.

"A brave man never surrenders."

Eric and Tobias glare at each other for a few seconds. Tobias looks away, smart, because Eric has a higher position than him.

Al shakes his head. "This is ridiculous. What's the point of beating him up? We're in the same faction!"

I wish Marcus thought of that before using me as his personal punching bag.

"Oh you think it's going to be that easy? Go on. Try to hit me, slowpoke." I look at Will. I admire him. It takes guts to stand up to someone bigger than you.

-o0o-

After a long and fair fight, Tobias helps Will to the infirmary. Eric announces for Molly and Christina to step up to the blood-stained mat. It was a fair pairing, but every time Christina was hit, I felt her pain. She is on the floor.

"Stop!" She wheezes.

Eric snarls. "Stop? Get up." Christina fails to get up. Eric sighs and pulls her up, dragging her away.

"Initiates! Follow!"

This isn't good. I run after him with Al by my side. We stop by the chasm. Eric drops Christina by the side, who grabs the bar. "Hang here. Five minutes, or become Factionless." I gasp.

FLASHBACK BEGIN

The memory flashes back into my mind. I was eleven. Marcus come home majorly drunk. He blindfolded me. I felt myself being carried and driven. When they took my blindfold off, we were in the abandoned eighty story building in the abandoned part of the Factionless sector. I hung off the bar at the top floor. Marcus stood above me, forcing my fingers off, one by one. When I had only one hand keeping me from falling, he had pulled me up and beat me. He left me at the top of the tower. If I didn't go home in the next hour, he would've given me a triple beating.

FLASHBACK END

My vision starts to become foggy.

-o0o-

"Come on Christina! Ten more seconds!" I cheer.

The water is making her slip. She is hanging off by one hand.

"Time!" Al says, looking at his watch. Eric takes a few seconds to look at his watch, and nods. Al and I drag a sobbing Christina up. She hugs me and she cries. I comfort her.

"It's okay, you're here now." I whisper soothing things into her ear. Her sobs make me want to cry, but I soak in the tears.

I glare at Eric who smirks. "Training dismissed! Fights are again tomorrow! You have the rest of the day off!"

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