Alright guys I have a few ideas where this story will go but I am having trouble on which route to take. On my page I have a poll with four or five options pick one and the one with the most answers is the direction I will take.
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Also not going to lie I was listening to Straight up performed by Theo James and An Exercise in Lyrical Ambiguity performed by Jai Courtney. The gentlemen have nice vocals.
Also trying to get this uploaded before my 8am class, it's now 7:48 am.
I lowered the rifle once I hit dead center after finally hitting the target three times in a row. The recoil made my crack ribs sting like a bitch and made it hard to breathe without being in pain.
"Are you okay?" Abby asked me as I held my ribs.
"Recoil is a bitch," I groaned. I picked up my rifle and aimed at the target imagining it was Peter. I could still feel his hands all over the right side of my body and I knew the next person to touch me I would start screaming and crying. For a while Peter's touch had even affected my aim. I had had missed multiple times causing Eric to yell at me.
"You were doing so much better this morning!" he had yelled, "now you're just as useless as the Stiff!" Eric had looked at Tris then my sister, "and at least she proved she wants to be here unlike your sister." His words made me angry I wanted to yell scream and hit him. Nobody talked about that way about my sister and friend. I lunched at Eric and Will grabbed my arm holding me back. I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs and burst into tears because of that quick touch. Eric hadn't seen my reaction to him so I was grateful for that.
I fired a couple more shots and the rifle recoiled into my shoulder. The recoil shook my body and went down to my cracked ribs. I groaned and grabbed my ribs again trying to breath. I looked over at Peter and I caught his cocky smirk that was aimed at my direction. My skin crawled when I saw the look in his eyes. He was going to use my hate of being touched against me again. I looked away from him and I felt like crying. My body started shaking at the thought of his cold clammy hands on my scared flesh. My breathing started to become shallow and my chest became tight.
"How are you getting this so easily?" Tris said causing me to look up. (I didn't even realize that I was looking at the ground.) I shrugged trying to make her think everything was fine. I was shaking hard and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach.
"Statically speaking you should have hit it once already even by accident," Will said to her.
"Is that supposed to make her feel better?" Abby asked him. Tris raised her rifle and fired hitting the target.
"Like that?" Tris smiled. I looked away from everyone closing my eyes.
"Zed, are you okay?" Will asked. I nodded keeping my eyes closed trying not to be the next person to throw up on the roof. I was shaking hard and I couldn't stop myself. I was afraid of the next time Peter was alone with me or even near me. He was going to touch me and he loved making me feel this way. At that moment I wished I had stayed in Amity. There they know not to touch me and they wouldn't do it just out of cruelty.
"Zed?" Will spoke.
"That's enough training for today," Eric called I opened my eyes and I didn't realize I was on the ground. I had dropped the rifle and I had curled around myself still shaking violently. This wasn't good I was on the verge of exploding into a total freak out. "Tomorrow you'll be in the training room. You're dismissed," Everyone started bringing in the rifles back to Eric. Will held out a hand to me to help me up. I grabbed my rifle and stood myself up. I gave Will a slight smile to thank him for his offer. I wasn't trying to be rude I just didn't want to get set off just by a simple act of kindness.
"Are you all right?" he asked me as he gestured for the others to go ahead. I didn't want to tell him what I was feeling but I knew I had to at least confide with someone that wasn't my Twin sister.
"You know how my sister told you about my freak outs when people touch me?" I asked him. Will nodded as we got to the end of the line. "Well I feel like the next person who touches me even if they just graze me just by walking by I'm going to start screaming,"
"Is there anything any of us can do?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"Either I go through the freak out or I just get time to myself and relax are my only options," He nodded. Will turned in his rifle and caught up with our friends. I turned my rifle in last to make sure nobody touched me even just a second. I kept my eyes down making sure I didn't say a word to irritate him.
"You okay?" he asked me. I looked up at him and he seemed totally uninterested if I was or not. "You haven't said anything sarcastic or bitchy towards me most of the day." I averted my eyes away from him and shrugged.
"Yeah," I lied crossing my arms.
You think he would be happy that I kept my mouth shut, I thought. I handed him my rifle and he ripped it out of my hand. As he took the rifle his fingers graze mine. I kept my mouth shut trying not to start screaming but a tear escaped my left eye and rolled down my cheek. Eric looked me up and down before he spoke again.
"Get some rest," he told me "try not to piss anyone off or you lose your temper yourself," he added before he walked away. I turned around and I made my way back into The Pit. The tips of my fingers burned now and I was seriously on the verge of totally freaking out on people. I rubbed my hand trying to dull away the feeling of the latest touch. I went down the stairs keeping my head down. My skin was crawling from the feeling of the touch of the nurse, Tris, Eric, and Peter. I personally preferred two of them touching me over the other two. The nurse was just doing his job and Tris was trying to be kind. I was on the fence with Eric his touch was different against my skin but again the only times he touch me was when he was pissed at me and grabbed my fore arm. I walked into The Pit and saw Peter laughing with Molly and Drew. My anger boiled in my stomach and I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. But today I discovered I wasn't strong enough to do that. My body began shaking again causing my cracked ribs to ache even more. I turned my gaze away from them and I ran. I ran down a corridor fast with my boots pounding against the ground hard causing an echo. My cracked ribs burned as I took in lungs fulls of air. Tears started to leak down my cheeks because of the pain that spread up my and down my side. I ran faster trying to get rid of my anger and the feeling of everyone's hands. I took a sharp right nearly running into a couple of people. I jumped away from them and nearly twisted my ankle but I kept running. I ran down this new corridor till I reached a fork then I took a left. As I ran I soon realized the amount of people was becoming less and less as I drove deeper into Dauntless. After what felt like ten minutes I came to a stop at a dead end. I looked around me and there wasn't anybody around. There were three doors one for each wall. The door on my left and right had windows thick with grime. They had rust on their hinges and I doubted that they could be opened. The third door stood tall in front of me. It was all rusted metal and chained shut, like it was hiding a secret that was waiting to be discovered. The corridor was abnormally quiet like I had been the only person who had been down here since the creations of the factions. Even the loud sounds of the Pit didn't make it this far. I took a few steps closer to one of the windowed doors knowing there was no chance of being interrupted. My father had told me that curiosity was only for Erudites but I couldn't help but wonder what was behind these doors. I pulled the sleeve over my hand pressing the heel of my hand against the old glass and wiped away the caked on dirt. The grime was difficult to clean off so I started using my nails.
Dirty cloths and nails means hard work, my mother's words echoed in my head. I smiled as the dirt started to collect under my nails. It was working and soon I had a small peek hole. I peeked through the cleared glass and only saw beds. They too were caked in dirt and dust. The beds were old and fashioned in a style that the beds are in my gran's house before she died. I pulled away and looked through another window. This window was easier to clean like it had been replaced recently and only has a thick layer of dust. I looked through the window and saw old computers and other things that indicated this used to be an office. Everything was covered in dust and dead, as in there was a dead rat on top of the desk. I frowned and pulled away from the window and turned my attention on the last door. The door was a sliding once and hung from the top. I pulled the door and it opened, (slightly). The gap was small but it was big enough for a child or small human (like myself) to fit through. I squeezed myself through the gap under the chain and I was in the room. The room was pitch black, except for one small light at the bottom of the pool.
The pool was in the center of the room and the light reflected the water off the walls. The floor around the pool was covered in small pebbles and trash. I was starting to this I may have been wrong about people not being here for a long time. It was confirmed when I kicked a leather jacket. It looked like it had been there for a while but not as long as everything else. I picked it up and looked at it. It was black and in excellent condition probably some guy left it behind when he snuck in here. I brushed off the dust and I put it. The jacket was hug and the sleeves went past my hands about a couple of inches. I took it off deciding to keep it. I looked at the water and I stripped out of my cloths. I stood in the room in my underwear and looked at the water. It was at least eight feet deep and the water wasn't very clear. But it was just the thing that would help me get rid of the feeling of people touching me. I took a deep breath and I jumped in feet first. The water welcomed me in its icy embrace and took away the memories of today. I let myself sink to the bottom letting my mind clean and focused on my filled lungs and burning crack ribs. I kept myself from crying out under the water and letting my breath escape. My toes touched the cracked bottom of the pooled. I decided to open my eyes under the water and I looked up at the world above me. From here it looked like a whole other world one that I had no part of. My lungs began to burn from the lack of air in my lungs. I pushed off from the bottom and once I surfaced I took in large amounts of air. I grunted in pain from my cracked ribs disapproval. I closed my eyes and I let myself float on my back. I needed to relax and shake the feeling of people's touch. My skin still crawled with Peter's clammy, cold hands at the same time as it burned from Eric's touch. Tris' touch was on the verge of fading away and the nurse's touch was completely gone. I closed my eyes and I let myself drift and I thought about home. I wondered how my brothers were doing in school. I wondered how my mother was doing without me and my sister. Was my dad happy knowing that his free spirit was indeed free? Was Audrey able to sleep at night without me there to sing to her? Soon I was dreaming of Amity and the amber fields of grain. I dreamt of the warm breeze going through my long hair and the sun against my skin. I could hear the song my mother hummed in the kitchen every morning. When I opened my eye I was disappointed that I wasn't home at all. I frowned and looked at my fingers. My whole hand had shriveled and the skin was tight. I swam to the edge of the pool and pulled myself over the edge. I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my cloths. I removed my bra and undies before I put my dry cloths back on. I zipped up my field jacket then pulled on the leather jacket I found. I adjusted the cuffs around my wrists and I left the room. I could still feel Peter and Eric's hands on me but now it was a simple dull feeling. At least at this point I wouldn't start screaming at the top of my lungs if somebody touched me. I snuck out of the pool room and back down the hall. I pulled out my hair tie and ran my hand through my hair shacking out the water. I let my wet hair hang as I walked down the corridor. I was cold and shivering so I pulled the leather jacket closer to my body. After a few minutes of walking I came across a fork in the tunnels.
Which way did I come from? I thought. My stomach growled and I groaned. Can it get any worse?
"What are you doing down here?" Eric voice boomed. I rolled my eyes because the universe had to prove to me it could. I turned around and gave Eric a fake smile.
"Just playing with my dick," I said sarcastically. Eric had a serious look on his face like always. He looked me up and down, he must have noticed how soaked I was. He looked at the jacket or maybe my wet undies sticking out of the pocket.
"Why are you wet?" he asked me looking me in the eye. I knew if I told him I was swimming in a pool that had been behind a chained door he would be pissed. The pool had to have been locked for a reason and if a leader found out I knew about it factionless life here I come.
"I just took a shower and decided to go for a walk," I lied. Eric stuck his hands his vest's pockets and stared at me. I pulled the jacket around me again kept myself from shivering. "And my stupid self-got lost." The part was the truth I had no idea where I was and I was cold and hungry. Eric rolled his eyes and started walking away.
"Come on," I jogged up next to him and walked beside him. I walked beside him in silence he kept his eyes ahead while mine were fixed on the ground. But whenever we made a turn down a new hallway I made a mental note of it for next time I want to swim. At some point I felt a cool breeze and I rubbed my skin causing my cracked ribs to burn even more. I gasped in pain causing Eric to look at me. I cleared my throat and kept walking.
"You're pathetic," Eric grumbled as we kept walking.
"Thanks captain obvious," I grumbled back. "Looks like you'll have me out of Dauntless in no time." As soon as I knew where I was going I ran away from him before he could say anything else to me. I ran across the pit and down to the mess hall. The mess hall was packed and full of people talking and eating. I looked around till
"ZED!" I turned to see Al standing and waving me over to a table. I jogged over and Sat down between him and Tris. I grabbed an apple and bit into it. "Where have you been all day?" he asked me.
"I went for a run," I told him and took another bite into the apple.
"You're soaked," Christina said, "and where did you get that jacket?"
"While I was running in the pit I found it," I brushed the small layer of dust off of it.
"It looks cool on you," Al told me. I looked over at Abby and I swore she was glaring at me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked her.
"Just fine," she got up and walked out of the mess hall. Everyone watched her leave the mess hall.
"Abs!" I tried to get up and go after her but Al grabbed my arm.
"It's best to leave her alone right now," he told me. I sat down suddenly losing my appetite.
"She was really worried about you," Chris told me. I set my apple on the table and I looked down at my hands. My friends told me how she searched all over Dauntless for me till Tris finally convinced her that I would come back, that had been hours ago. I hadn't realized that I had been gone for that long I just really needed time to myself. "You should eat," Christina told me as she chewed through a burger. I grabbed a burger and bit into it. I wasn't all that hungry but I knew I would regret not eating later.
"Desserts are out," Will got up pulling Chris with him over to the line of food. I looked down at my apple and burger still not feeling all that hungry. When Will and Chris came back they had five plates of cake.
"Vanilla or Chocolate?" Chris asked me. I smiled slightly
"Chocolate all the way," I smiled as she handed me the plate. I took a bite of the cake and made a happy sound as the chocolate hit my taste buds. "This just made my day."
Fun fact it's hard to watch Arrow while writing Divergent fanfiction without thinking of Spartacus. I haven't finished season one but I keep accidently spoiling it for myself. Also I feel like the only people that Arrow didn't get is Lucy Lawless, John Hana (?), and Jai Courtney.