I step up onto the ring. It's not very high but it's tall enough to sprain an ankle if you're pushed off. It' not even ring shaped, it's more of a rectangle.
Eric stands right in front of us, watching every move Peter or I make. Occasionally he yells at us, telling us to get a move on or that this fight is not a game.
Four stands back a bit, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, he looks uncomfortable and I don't think this is what he wants to be watching. Earlier, he dropped the twins off at his friend, Shauna's, house because he doesn't want another accident.
Peter steps forward, aiming his punch directly at my neck. I'm fast enough to block it and get a quick hit at his jaw, this takes him by surprise and causes him to stumble back, letting me punch his chest. He quickly bounces back, and wipes me to the floor with a single hit. Then he drops next to me and hits my face over and over. My face it bruised and my nose is bloody but I struggle to try and free myself. He continues to take hits and he uses his body weight to pin me down.
"Are you done, Stiff?" Eric sneers.
"No." I choke from under Peter's weight. But as his fist comes crashing down to my throat again, knocking me unconscious, it's clear I was.
~XxX~
"Hey," Christia whispers from the end of my infirmary bed. She reaches over and removes a strand of hair from across my face. "You look bad."
"Thanks," I mumble, trying and failing to sit up.
"Steady." She says and puts her hand upon my shoulder. "I brought you this." She brings a bowl out from behind her back, and to my delight it's Dauntless cake.
"Thanks." I smile before stuffing a spoonful into my mouth. It's now that I realise how hungry I was. "How long was I in here for?"
"A couple of days, Peter hit you quite hard."
I suddenly get up to my feet, ignoring my pain. "Where are my boys?"
Christina hesitates for a moment, staring at her feet. "Eric has them," She says slowly. "Four insisted that he would look after them but Eric didn't let him. Eric said he can't let them stay with anyone other than their parent, and when that isn't an option they have to stay with Dauntless leadership."
I start to cry, "I need to get out of here. I need to get them." I grab a pair of shoes from next to my bed and pull them on.
"Tris," Christina sighs. "We're going out to play capture the flag."
"Ok, cool, I'm coming."
"No, Tris. Eric says you're done."
"I'm not done, Chris, I'm not."
"Bye Tris." Christina says as she leaves me.
I sit back down on my bed, crying. Then I stand up again and run to the dorms to get changed. Eric said I was done, but I didn't.