Please, please, please don't virtually kill me for not updating sooner. I've been really busy with school and during my break, I haven't had much access to a computer, so I have painstakingly typed this on my iPad. I hopefully will get another chapter up soon!
Disclaimer: Would Veronica Roth leave her story for this long?
When we meet back up again, Zeke has laid out a traditional twister mat but on top of the corresponding colors are splotches of paint. Above the red dots are puddles of red paint, still staying within the circle lines, but one they get stepped on, it's going to be messy, not to mention slippery.
Uriah's eyes get huge, "This is going to be AWESOME!"
"For once, I actually agree with him, " Lynn adds.
"OK, thanks to Erudite for inventing a Twister that automatically calls out the moves, we can all play at the same time!" Zeke cheerfully announced.
W all got to our spots and turned on the machine, it called out the first move, "Right foot on red."
We all put our feet down and the paint squished between our toes, this certainly was going to be an interesting game. "Left foot to green."
We were now stretched out across multiple rows and lets just say that pint gets really slippery on plastic. Already I could feet the paint making my feet stretch farther and farther apart. "Left hand to yellow."
We all groan in respond to this, I put my hand down and felt the paint squish between my fingers. After only a couple moves we are all twisted together and I was at an extreme disadvantage by having small limbs. All the guys were fine but it wasn't comfortable in the social sense either, especially not for an Abnegation upbringing. "Right hand to green." Yep, not the right game for that history, we are all twisted together and I don't exactly feel comfortable with the whole situation.
The computer reads out more moves and we get increasingly closer and twisted together, right now Four and I are a little too close for our comfort, actually a lot too close. I'd rather be next to Christina, it would be less awkward, but at least I'm not next to one of the guys I just met... I mean, I guess it's not that bad, I feel closer to him after our recent incidents. Bit still, it's not our way.
Stop, I have to stop thinking like an Abnegation, it's going to get me in trouble, I need to be a Dauntless, I shouldn't even think at all, I don't want any of my other factions showing through, thinking or being selfless. Even this thought process is dangerous, I need to just focus on the game.
"Tris, you alright? You never moved your foot." Four says this in a concerned way.
"Oh, ya, fine, thanks!" I reply, startled out of my train of thought. I move my foot and tune back into the game. Apparently after all the turns I subconsciously did, only a few of us are left: me, Four, Christina, Will and Uriah.
Zeke, Lynn and Marlene had gotten all tangled together and I can tell that they are all very close friends. Al had gotten out by himself, but he seems more content sitting than playing.
After a few more rounds Christina falls on top of Will, they laugh and exchange a kiss, I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing people do that. And then it's down to Uriah, Four and me. I look over at all the people out and see they're all covered in paint, it makes me more determined than ever to win this. I find that I can be very competitive.
After another round Uriah slips on the now mostly mixed paint and Zeke comes over and tried to drag him through it, not before Uriah can pull him down and cover him in paint while they start wrestling. Four and I patiently wait to begin but then the wrestling match comes our way, I get bumped into which on the slippery paint, causes me to fall on top of Four.
I try to scramble up but the paint inhibits my movements and I find myself still laying partially on him. "Sorry, I'm trying, this paint is just so slippery!" I mutter to Four.
"It's fine Tris, take your time."
I look into his eyes and just about fall into them, if that's even possible, I carefully move to get up this time and succeed, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in.
Uriah and Zeke wind down the "fight" and I reach to help Four up. We have successfully covered nine people in permanent paint. But have had fun on the process.
"Thank you guys for the awesome time!" I say, all cheerfulness.
"We totally have to do that again!" Zeke announced, or more like shouts.
"For sure!" agrees Uriah.
"Ya, or not." Lynn states. I can never tell if she is serious or sarcastic.
"Well thanks anyways, even if we don't do it again, this was really fun!" Christina says, trying to be the mediator.
All of us transfers say our thanks and goodbyes and see ya later's and head to the cafeteria when we find out that we spent all after noon playing that game.
After dinner, we go back to the dorms, shed our paint stained clothing, and try and get some rest before our fights tomorrow, hopefully Four and I can get a full nights rest tonight.
I wake up to a dark room, I'm about to roll over and go back to sleep until I hear a noise similar to the one that must have woken me up. A hushed whisper; then a floorboard creaking.
The next thing I know, I hand is clamped over my mouth, seriously? The night right after your last strike? I'm about to fight back until I feel everything go even darker than the room was before and the pinch of a needle.