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*REVISED 7/1/14*
Chapter XII. The Dauntless Within Me
TRIS
After the chasm 'incident', Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn immediately dragged Christina and I to the infirmary. I tried to refuse, but seeing Christina in her frail condition, they continued on with their original plan. Well, Uriah is pretty much the only one who cares, I mean, Marlene cares too but is still jealous that Uriah has eyes for me, and Lynn only tagged along because Marlene is her best friend, but she still has caring and anger towards Eric in her somewhat icy heart.
They sit in the chairs inside the room, while a still scarred Christina and I sit on the examination bench. I hold Christina while she frowns and refrains from crying. My poor friend must've been scarred for life. But I have gone through MUCH worse.
"Christina, it's okay." I say.
She sniffs, and escapes my comforting hug. "Okay? OKAY?! Tris, you didn't have to do that! Now you are more beat up than you would've been in a fight against someone!"
"Please, Trissy would beat them in a fight!" Uriah interjects. I glare at him to shut up, and he shrinks back into his seat while Marlene and Lynn smirk.
"Christina, I had to. If I didn't, you could've died!"
"But I pulled you down! YOU could've died Tris!" Christina exclaims, shaking my shoulders lightly, trying not to damage our already bruised and battered bodies from hanging from a metallic bar with water pounding on us.
"And I could never forgive myself if you died Tris! Yo-" I cut off her thoughtful ranting by covering her mouth and putting my hands on her shoulders, which she does to my own.
"Christina, I would rather die with you than seeing you die." I guess Abnegation traits will always stick with me.
And Dauntless.
And Erudite.
Ugh, being Divergent does not help right now.
Tears water up in her eyes. "Really?" She says, her voice cracking.
I nod. "Of course Christina. You are my best friend and I can't live without you." And it's true. We hug.
"AWWWWWWW!" Marlene and Uriah squeal. Lynn just smiles.
The door opens and I break away from the hug, our attention turned towards the doctor in a black lab coat, holding a clipboard.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Brown," he says approaching us. His eyes have not left me for the entire duration of his appearance in the room.
He looks down at his clipboard and frowns. "So you two hung from the chasm, huh?"
We all frown, Christina still on the brim of tears.
I nod, clenching my raw fists.
"Here, I will give you guys a few pain pills and bandage your arms."
I gulp. He grabs a roll of sterile bandages, applies some sort of medicine to Christina's arms, and rolls the bandage around her arms completely from her shoulder to her wrist.
When he comes to me I shake my head, and he looks at me skeptically. "I can do it. Just give me it." I say, holding my hand out while mouthing to a confused Christina, 'scars'. She looks down with fury and nods, probably recalling my story.
I'd be fine with it if only Christina, Uriah, and I were in the room, but Marlene and Lynn do not know about them.
I grab the cream and bandage and walk into the small bathroom connected to the room. I close the door-locking it, of course-and take off my shirt.
I examine the multi-colored bruises and scars over my arms and torso. One particularly painful purple bruise lies next to my black bra strap, on my shoulder.
I read the medicine cream bottle which reads-PAIN RELIVER, CAN BE USED FOR SCARS-and it lights up my day.
I cover both arms and some scars on my chest with the cream, and bandage my arms. I put my soaked long-sleeve shirt back on and walk back to the room where Christina, the doctor who keeps staring at me-which creeps the hell out of me-Marlene, and Lynn are.
I hand the extra bandages and cream back to the doctor. "Thanks." I say, and he nods.
"All right, you girls should be good. Just keep fighting in initiation, okay?" We nod. We walk out of the room and into the Pit.
"So...What do you guys want to do?" Lynn asks.
We all shrug. "Let's go back to the dorms Christina," I say, referring to our soaked clothing.
"Can we come?" Uriah asks hopefully.
"Why not?"
As we walk back to the Transfer dormitory, we pass a group of boys who wolf-whistle. I glare at them and they smirk. One of them-who has black hair and light blue eyes-walks up to me and stands close to me.
Too close.
"Hey girl. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
I brace myself for the cheesy pick-up line and I think of a comeback.
Back in Abnegation, I couldn't remark to the flirtatious boys' pick-up lines.
But now since I'm Dauntless, I'm free.
I smile innocently. "Did it hurt?"
He tilts his head and smiles seductively-which does not work. "Did what hurt?"
"Did it hurt when your mom dropped you on your head as a baby?"
We all-minus the boy-burst out laughing.
"Feisty, nice Dauntless material." He says grinning.
I smile. "Thanks."
He winks and walks back to his jealous/happy/cracking up friends.
"OMG! HAHAHAHA!" Christina yells, laughing. I'm glad that she snapped out of her scarred chasm state.
We continue walking back to the dorm, and when we arrive, we find a bruised Will inside.
"Hey Christina, Tris, Marlene, Uriah, and Lynn!" Once he lays sight on Christina and I, his jaw drops open.
"What happened?!"
"We hung off the chasm for five minutes and Christina nearly died but held onto my leg."
He hugs us.
"I hope you guys are okay!" We nod, and I escape from his embrace while he is still attached to Christina.
"So I was thinking we'd all get some tattoos and piercings or anything?" Uriah adds in.
"Yeah!" We all shout. We walk to the tattoo parlor through the Pit-luckily without any boys bugging me-and I see a familiar dark skinned woman with an eagle tattoo on her neck.
"Hey Tori!" I shout.
She looks up from her desk and smiles.
"Hey Marlene, Uriah, Lynn, Be-" I interrupt her. "It's Tris. And this is Will," Who waves, "And Christina." Who smiles.
"You guys here for tattoos?" We nod.
"Any piercings, Bud will take care of 'em." She says, waving at a tattooed man with piercings in the corner that seems to be designated for piercings.
I look at the glass tablets covering the wall that each have a tattoo design on them and find one that appeals to my liking.
Three ravens. I grab the tablet and walk to Tori. I look to my right to see Christina, Marlene, Lynn, Uriah, and Will sitting in separate chairs already being tattooed.
"Can I have this one?" She nods and smiles.
I sit on the chair and she sits on the stool next to me.
"Where would you like it?"
"On my collarbone, flying downwards toward my heart." I say with a smile.
She nods and begins to tattoo my collarbone.
The pain isn't much, and it subsides quickly. "All done." She says, after a few minutes.
She hands me a mirror and I look at it to see three beautiful plain-black ravens flying towards my heart.
One for Caleb, in Erudite. I wonder how he is now.
One for my mother, who supported me on me choosing Dauntless.
And one for my father, who may or may not think of me as a traitor but still loves me.
I smile and stand up. "Thanks Tori!" I hug her.
Hugging's for the Amity, but it was just so beautiful.
She smiles. "Any piercings for you?"
I contemplate it on in my head.
"Sure."
"BUD!" Tori screams.
"YES?!"
"A CUSTOMER FOR YOU!"
I walk up to him in the corner of the room and sit in the chair.
"So where you want the piercings?" He asks, cleaning a needle. I notice his features from here. He looks mid-40s, tattoos covering his arms and multiple piercings. I look at Christina who sits with the Dauntless flames on her arm, and she nods at me. I smile and nod back.
"Double piercings on my ears please," I say. I've heard that bellybutton piercings hurt, and I do not want any piercings that will make me look like Eric.
-o0o-
I wake up the next morning. After we all got tattoos, and I was the only one who got piercings-I got black obsidian studs-and we paid, and surprisingly Lauren is one of the tattoo artists there and she gave us a discount for, I say and quote, 'Being brave for hanging off the chasm. That is some Dauntless material right there!'
Christina stands over me, dressed in black shorts and tank top. "GET UP!" She screams in my ear.
"IM AWAKE!" I scream, moving the thin scratchy bed sheets aside and getting onto my achy feet. I slept in my outfit for training so I'm all set. (Christina and I already removed our bandages) I can now wear a tank top, because the scars HE left me are basically invisible with the cream from the doctor yesterday.
Thank you Erudite.
Even if Jeanine Matthews is quite evil.
But still, now I don't have to wear long sleeves.
And since I didn't have any sleeveless shirts, Christina let me borrow one of hers.
The others are just leaving the dormitory, and we catch up with Will. We all run into the training room, where the others are looking at today's pairs. I shove Peter aside who smirks. I search for my name.
Christina/Al
Edward/Drew
Will/Molly
Tris/Peter
Myra/
I'm fighting Peter. The flashback of what he did to me pops in my head. My blood boils, my fists clench and I smirk. I look at Four. He seems worried yet glad that someone could show up Peter.
Oh, and I will.
Christina and Will look happy with the pairings, which I just notice that they are fighting Peter's minions.
Wow, it's like our group is having a brawl, and I hope we will definitely win. I exchange a look with them, and we all nod, mentally agreeing to kick their ass.
WILL
I'm against Molly. I recall what Peter did to Tris, my blood races and I fume. No one should ever do that to a girl like that. Even if I like Christina-wait, did I just admit that?-Tris is still my best friend, and without her, who knows if Christina would even be alive. We need to demolish them.
By beating them out of the rankings, and making them Factionless, they will be ruined!
But the probability of that is very high considering we have Tris, but Christina and I aren't as strong, so it'd be around 67.49539-
WILL! STOP WITH THE ERUDITE! YOU ARE FREAKIN' DAUNTLESS!
I hate being smart.
That's why we have the nickname Nose, as in 'Knows'.
Huh, that's actually quite smart for Dauntless to come up with, the thought was probably created in the right part of the brai-
WILL!
UGH!
This is why Christina may or may not like me.
You know what, just shut up.
Curse you Erudites who did a test on me that may have made me mental.
CHRISTINA
I'm against Drew. He seems weaker than Molly. They're all minions of Peter. Oh my God, I hated Peter even back in Candor-when he picked fights and tattled and people believed him because he was an 'honest Candor who can't lie'-but after discovering what he did to Tris, my best friend, my savior-
HE WILL DIE.
He picked fights with people in other factions but people believed him because 'he couldn't lie.'
But NOOOOOO.
Literally, the only time he coaxed a laugh out of me was when he sung 'These Hips Don't Lie' by that Shakira chick centuries ago for Candor or Dauntless.
I hope Tris can kick his ass.
I know that she will.
I mean, she's Tris!
TRIS
Fight by fight goes by, Christina, Will, and Edward become victorious. I'm glad my friends beat Peter's posse's butt.
"Tris and Peter!" Eric calls out.
I walk to the blood-stained mat, forming fists with my knuckles and pounding them together. Peter looks genuinely frightened for a moment, then masks it with his cold sneer.
We take fighting stance, with our hands held up to protect our face and ribs and circle each other.
This is what I hoped for back at the train, back at Choosing Day.
And now I have the opportunity.
Should I strike first?
The Dauntless voice in my head says: 'KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!'
The Erudite voice in my head says: 'Act vulnerable, then strike! You have to hit him in a 93.142563483724232491038 angle to strike the hardest point in his cruel body! MWAHAHAHA!'
The Abnegation voice in my head says: 'Let him strike first. If I were you, which I sort of am, I'd surrender.'
UGH! STUPID DIVERGENT BRAIN! SHUT UP!
I'd never do the Abnegation idea, not in a million years.
I plan on the Dauntless idea. Not yet, but I wish that Four pulled the trigger the day he held him at gunpoint.
I follow with the Erudite idea.
I pinch my hand, hard enough to bring tears to the brim of my eyes.
Act vulnerable.
"You okay there, Stiff? You look like you're about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry." It's working.
He's way to arrogant for his own good.
"Come on Stiff. Just one little tear. Maybe some begging." He lowers his defense.
I weakly kick him, and he pulls me to the ground, and I get back rapidly on my feet. I glance at Christina who looks shocked and mouths, 'What are you doing?!'
I wink, and refrain from smirking.
"Stop playing with her. I don't have all day." Eric sighs.
"Oh please. You'd LOVE to play with her, wouldn't you Eric. I had a fun time with her once too." Peter smirks at Eric's slightly flushed face.
I break at that. With Peter's smirking face, I nearly burst into tears, but anger overtakes me.
I see nothing but red. I lunge forward, punching his nose and he cries out in pain. I kick, punch, anything, anywhere.
I knee him in the groin and he lets out a groan and falls onto the floor, and I kick and kick.
That bitch.
Cut me.
Attacked me.
Nearly RAPED me.
TOUCHED ME.
I continue kicking at the bloody mass-Peter-until I am pulled away by a strong force grabbing onto my arms, somehow creating a spark. I turn around and look at a shocked Four with a crazed look for revenge in my eye.
However, in my defense Christina and Will are cheering for me.
"GO TRIS! WOOOO!"
I shake out of Four's grip and walk over to them. I see Eric smirking and Four circles my name on the board and brings Peter to the infirmary.
"Fights are over! You are dismissed!" Eric yells.
"You did awesome!" Christina exclaims.
I smirk, happy of finally getting revenge on him. "Thanks."
"And, we put all of Peter's minions in the infirmary!" Will adds in.
"I hope they all wake up Stiff." I say, quoting the Abnegation slang used by the Dauntless.
We all laugh.
"I know that Dauntless slang for Abnegation is Stiff, what's the other factions'?" Will asks.
I shake my head jokingly. "Ah Will, Erudite in you all curious for knowledge, aren't ya?" Then again, the Erudite in me earlier was quite crazy.
We laugh.
"I've heard from Uriah that Dauntless is Pansycake," Christina says and I cut her off, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "No shit," We laugh again.
"Amity is Hippie, and Erudite is Nose."
"What's Candor's?" Will asks with a curious look in his eye.
Uriah suddenly passes by and throws his arm around my shoulder.
"Hey Trissy, Willy, Chrissy!" We all say hey.
"Oh and to answer your question," He says turning to Will, "Jerks."
Christina's mouth goes agape and I crack up. "DOUCHE!" She slaps Uriah, and I laugh harder.
"OWW!" He exclaims holding his cheek in his hand. "IT'S TRUE!"
"It kind of is," I agree.
Christina harrumphs and pouts. "Bitch..." She mumbles.
We laugh again.
"Come on, we got a dinner to eat."
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