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Chapter IX. The Dare

TRIS

I am shocked, but I don't show it. I look back at the others. Christina is on the verge of tears, knowing I can't turn this down, but I could get hurt. Will looks furious. Peter and his friends are smirking. Four is tensed, looking angry. I decide not to show weakness. "Sure." I laugh at the gaping mouths and wide eyes of all the spectators. I go over and stand in front of the target that Four shot at. I reach the Bullseye, which is millimeters from my head.

Eric stands in front of me, feet away. I know he will try his best to shoot me, so I must depend on my reflexes. First shot. I inhale, and tense my body like a rock.

I REFUSE to surrender to anyone.

Especially Eric.

He pulls the trigger. Boom. Next to my legs, half an inch away. It takes all my will not to flinch.

Second shot. Boom. In between my legs, below my crotch.

EW! He was looking there! AND THE OTHER INITIATE BOYS ARE TOO!

I look at Christina. She is trying to stay strong for me. I feel her.

Final shot.

I gulp. He pulls the trigger, and I brace for impact.

Boom.

I feel searing pain in my upper left shoulder, near my heart. I look down at the burning pain and blood trickles down my left torso.

He was trying to kill me. If he had better aim...

Four looks shocked, and looks like he wants to murder Eric. Christina and Will are repeating Four's expression, but Christina is on the verge of tears.

I try my best not to double over.

Eric sneers. "Lunch break initiates!" The other initiates leave, but Four, Christina, and Will stay. I fall on my side. My shoulder burns.

I can hear Christina screaming and crying.

"I'm fine." I say muffled. I get up, with the help of…Four?

"Take her to the infirmary." Four says.

"I said I'm fine. Let's go eat." I retort.

Will shakes his head. "Not with that injury. Four, we need a first aid kit." Four goes off and hands Will a black case with a medical cross on it. I close my eyes. I feel my shoulder being washed and bandaged. I feel myself being carried.

-o0o-

"Christina, why am I sleepy?" I mumble.

"Anesthetic." Four says. I get up, and we are in the initiate dorms.

"Go to lunch. You still have training after. If you want, you can skip today Tris."

"No. I won't be weak." Four nods, and walks to presumably, lunch in the dining hall. Christina and Will help me up, and we walk to the dining hall. I avoid all the questions and guys coming up to us, well me, on the way there.

I touch my shoulder to feel that it barely has much pain left.

"How did my shoulder heal so quickly?" I ask.

"Oh, well the medicine we gave you healed up the bullet. It didn't penetrate deep into your skin, though." Will says.

Christina smiles. "You sound like a Nose."

"Ex-Nose." Will smirks.

I shake my head and laugh.

Once there, Uriah and Zeke are there with tears on their face. They run up to me and hug me. "Ow. Shoulder." They let me go.

Uriah says, "Tris! We heard what happened! Are you okay?!" He looks panicked.

"I'm fine. Why did it spread?"

"Eric." Zeke says. I nod my head in understanding.

"I'm hungry, let's eat Pansycakes."

Uriah's face turns into one of shock.

Zeke starts laughing.

"I am NOT a Pansycake!" He yells.

"Okay, okay." I put my hands up in defense and mumble, "Pansycake." Quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"TRISSY!" Uriah complains.

I burst out laughing, but wince when my side starts to hurt.

He grabs me and pulls me over his shoulder. I shriek and start pounding my fists onto his muscle-filled back.

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"No, I can't do that Trissy, because I'm a Pansycake." He replies factly, voice dripping of sarcasm.

"PUT ME DOWN NOW URI!"

"Only if you admit you're a Pansycake!" He screams. The majority of the boys in the dining hall are glaring daggers of jealousy at Uriah, as if trying to stab him mentally.

More than one time.

Many times.

I groan. "Fine! IM A PANSYCAKE!"

He smirks.

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