Chapter 5: What's left.
I walked into the training room where Olivia already sat. I told her yesterday that we would train after dinner. She stood up once she saw me and dusted herself off. I walked onto the combat platform and she followed.
"I'm gonna need you to hit me." I said as I took off my shirt.
"Oh, okay." She blinked. "Am I taking up your valuable drinking time?"
"Yes." I looked at her and stood in front of her. "Hit me." I motioned to my face.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and took a swing at my face. I moved out of the way and she hit air.
"Don't close your eyes."I stood in front of her again.
She kept her eyes open and took another swing, I blocked it and hit her in the stomach.
"Always have a back up. Don't rely on just one hit, have your other fist ready to strike immediately. If you go for the face the other should be for the stomach." As I spoke she coughed and regained her posture. "Ready?" I asked, Olivia nodded.
She went to swing at my face again, I grabbed her arm and flipped her onto her back. She hit the mat with an oof, I bent down and looked at her.
"This isn't a dance routine, princess." I said coldly and let her pick herself up off the platform.
She shook out her hands and watched me, I stepped forward and swung at her stomach, her elbow connected with my jaw and as I took the hit her fist connected with my stomach and again with my side. I grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her forward so her nose met my fist, she fell back and got up quickly, wiping the blood from her nose onto her arm.
She moved forward and kicked me in the chest, as I hit the platform she pulled her foot back to kick me in my side but when her foot touched my side it was a tap.
"You dead yet?" She asked with a giggle.
I stood and shook my head.
She took a sip from her water bottle and asked. "What was my sister good at in combat?"
"Right hook." I took a long drink from mine. "She nearly won a fight by almost knocking our friend out. But instead she faked going unconscious."
I put on my shirt and looked at her. "Attack first, keep your eyes open. That little kick to the chest worked, I suggest doing it again while they recover from you punching them in the stomach."
"Do you think I'll make it?" She asked.
I nodded. "Go get some sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."
With that she walked out and left me alone in the training room. I walked over to the targets and picked up a gun. I loaded the clip and looked at the fresh target. As I shot I thought of what will happen the next stage, the divergent cant be manipulated, but they can manipulate. If Preston realizes that he can adjust the simulation he'll be dead. I can change the file and say it was accidentally deleted but I cant do that for every simulation. And his final test will be viewed by the leaders, how do I fix that? What did Shae do?
When I pulled the trigger nothing came out, the clip was empty. I sighed and put the gun away.
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{Jane's POV}
I haven't been outside in almost a year, I've been stuck in this room for so long I forget what anybody else other than Shae looks like. When Shae brought me here she said it wouldn't take long for them to convince Jeanine that the Divergent aren't bad people, but each month that passes I can only get more enraged.
I heard the book case that was in front of the door I was behind be moved out of the way. I grabbed for my gun that was under my pillow and pointed it towards the door then shut off the light. I heard a knock, and then a double knock, it was Shae. I put down my gun, turned on the light, and unlocked the door. When Shae walked in I could smell it, him, Dean. I blinked back the tears and looked away. I could tell by the way she carried herself, she's been sleeping with him.
"Your sister is at Dauntless." Shae said as she sat down a box of food and toiletries.
"What?" I looked at her.
"Olivia, she's an initiate." she sat on my bed which was flimsy and on the floor.
"Does dean know she's my sister?" I asked.
"How could you not? She looks almost exactly like you."
I put my face in my hands.
"He's gotten worse, Jane." Her voice trailed off.
"I cant do anything about it." I retorted.
She stood. "He's not drinking to forget anymore, he's drinking to remember. He see's you when he kisses somebody, when he has sex with them. You can tell in his eyes."
"And I suppose you've seen it first hand?" I spat.
"Yeah, I have." She paused and walked to the door. "I need to get you out of here so you can talk some sense into him."
"Why don't you? You can bring it up while you fuck him." I turned away, my voice cracking as I speak.
I heard the door click shut and the bookcase move back in front of it. I was alone, again. I crawled into my bed and took out a container of cake she had taken from the dining hall. This was always what I looked forward to. Another month, another cake. I always wind up finishing it the first week, Dauntless cake is probably the best thing in the entire world. I take a bite and wipe my face, I'll get back to him eventually. He'll always remember me. I was his first kiss, the one who took his virginity. You can never forget that.
I put the cake in the box and turn over in my bed. Under my pillow is the shirt I took off of him when we were still initiates. I grab it and press it to my face, It still smells like him, barely, but it still does. I fall asleep, holding this piece of what I have left.