A/N: Hello lovely people. Just so you guys know I have not abandoned this story, my computer wasn't working so I took it in and they had taken a while to fix it. But I'm back so I'll post a few chapters then get to working on more! I already have 15 chapters written so don't worry about me quitting.
I wake to find my brother and Tris fighting, not physically but verbally. Verbally enough for a Stiff anyhow. I watch as Al helps her scrub the word 'Stiff' off her bed frame, it was scrawled in red font in many different places. It was my brothers writing. "God dammit" I whisper harshly, I move to where they can't see me. How could he do this after I defended him? Is he worse than even I know, is being in dauntless making him worse? I jump off my bed and change, I showered last night since I ended up painted with Drew's nose blood.
"I'm sorry Tris." I lean against the wall, she doesn't look up from her bed. "I don't understand why he'd do this, please don't take your anger for my brother out on me. I have some extra bedding you can have, I expected to make some mess before initiation was over so I took another set."
I used my key to unlock the chest with clothes, I grabbed the sheets and blankets then helped her make her bed. "Thank you" she smiled as I relocked my chest, Peter stood by his bed watching us. Should I talk to him now or later?
I walked out with Tris and Al, we made our way to the training room. They struck up conversation but I was lost in thought.
My brother didn't know Tris, he tripped her in the hall once but other than that I was sure he didn't know her. Was it my fault? It probably was, I told them he doesn't show weakness. Maybe he was trying to convince them he didn't have any, maybe he was trying to scare the weakest one. What if I just punched my brother? Could I take him in a fight?
We walk into the room and immediately my eyes find the board, I find Christina and Tris first. "Fuck" I groan, Tris was fighting my brother. Another thing to drive the wedge between us further. Tris sees it too, her eyes find the boy he beat yesterday, and I think his name is James. He beat him in less than five minutes, almost beating my time with Drew. James is more black and blue than fleshy toned while I kept the damage to Drew's now black and blue face.
My brother was much taller than Tris, much stronger, more ruthless, and much more experienced. I wished I could change it, I wished I could fight him instead.
"Maybe you can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious," Al looks down at Tris, "No one would blame you."
"Yeah," she says, barely listening. I can't imagine the buzz going on in her head right now. "Maybe." She stares at the board with a black expression yet her cheeks are that same odd pink.
Tris wipes her hands on her pants every few minutes, she was scared and nervous. If she knew more, if she had more muscle than I have no doubts she could outsmart my brother and beat him. Fighting isn't all brute strength, if you were dumb then you were going down. Like Drew. Strong but incredibly dumb.
We watch as Edward beats Molly to a pulp, he's much too fast for her and way too experienced. How did he learn all these techniques? These were moves that were way too advanced for young dauntless, I doubt the dauntless born initiates know these moves. Maybe I'll ask him or Will, Edward transferred from erudite with Will which means there's a chance they know each other or know of each other.
Minutes pass and Molly is barely able to peel her bloodied self from the ground, she stumbles from the arena and out of the room so she can have wounds cleaned. Tris is shaking as she walks to the arena, she nearly trips over herself as she enters it.
"Oh Tris" I mutter, Chrissy takes my hand and squeezes it. She was just as worried as I was. It didn't last long, Tris didn't get in many hits either. She was on the floor in minutes but that didn't stop Peter, he kept going. What did he have to prove? Why did he hate her?
"Enough!" I screamed as I ran and tackled my brother to the floor, repeatedly punching him until I was pulled off by Al and Will. "You fucking asshole! She's unconscious! You weak spineless bastard!" hot tears streamed down my face, why was he doing this? Was he trying to kill her? I defended him to the girl he was now beating within an inch of her life.
He looked at me with wide eyes, his lip was split open and blood streamed from his nose, he had managed to block some of my hits. He was speechless, he was taken away by Eric while Tris was taken to the medic. Christina squeezed me, "Is it just me or is he unusually hostile?" she asked, I sighed and shook my head.
"It's definitely not just you, I don't know why but ever since coming here he's gotten worse. I'm scared Chris." Al gave my shoulder a squeeze.
"Maybe it's because of puberty." He suggested.
"Al. No. Dear god no. That is not why." I managed a smile, I was thankful to have such good friends even when my brother was turning into a psychotic asshole.
Hey peoples, sorry for the shorter chapter but most chapters so far have been pretty long so I think I've made up for it. How's the story going so far? Review maybe?