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Chapter 5: One Hit of Revenge
I walk back with Tris from the bathroom. She didn't have an easy night last night either. I basically told her I had the same dream. Someone did get hung out over railing. Anyway, we are walking back to the room to bring our dirty clothes away. We walk through the door and we stop. The word Stiff is spray painted to her bed and pillow. Again on the bed frame and I'm sure on mine too. I grab Tris's shoulder and hold her steady. She doesn't like the word either. Behind us, I hear Peter whistling.
"Nice decorations." He did it. He had too.
"Did I do something to you that I am not aware of?" Tris asks him, very upset. I let her go and she removes the sheet from the bed. "If you haven't noticed it, but we are in the same faction now."
"I don't know what you're referring too, but we will never be in the same faction." He says as he looks at me in disgusted. "How can you stand even knowing that you came from that place?"
"It's was a good place. Where people looked out for each other. You're from Candor yet you lie all the time. How do you live with the fact that you couldn't even live up to your parents standers? Their simple standers. At least the parents in Abnegation were kind to their children. Did your mother tell you how unfit you were for Candor and that's why you're here?" I ask him in the same grave voice that my father used in my dream. I don't even see the reaction from him as I turn and pull the pillowcase off the pillow. The door opens when I hear Peter get very upset. I turn with the case in my hand and I see him walking towards me, but before we can do anything. Al walks over in between us.
"Not here." He places a hand on my shoulder and takes me back to the bed with Tris. He takes the sheet and the rest of her bedding from her as I climb my ladder. I was right. The jerk came up here and wrote on my bed. Where did he even get the paint? Oh well, I strip my bed of everything. It feels weird up here now that I know someone else was in this bed when I hold ownership of it. Peter is the last one I want in my bed. I shake my head as I look over my railing and see Al waiting for me to hand him my sheets. I climb half way down with them in hand and he takes them from me with a small smile. He would fit in abnegation. Al takes them to the trash and walks Tris and I out. "Ignore him, he is an idiot, and if you don't get angry." Al glances at me. "He will stop."
"Yeah." Tris rubs her face. "Did you talk with Will? After… You know."
"Yeah he's fine. He isn't angry." He sighs. "Now I'll always be remembered as the first guy who knocked someone out." I would be fine with that, if it wasn't Tris. He is really a softy. Amity would have been good too.
"There are worst ways to be remembered. At least they won't antagonize you." Like me not willing to fight Tris. I can just see it. Tris tries to assure him, but it doesn't work.
"There are better ways too." He nudges her with a smile. "First jumper."I was the second jumper, but that doesn't matter. Tris is the one that matters.
"One of you had to be knocked out, you know. If it hadn't been him, it would have been you."
"Still, I don't want to do it again." Al shakes his head. "I really don't."
"Then don't. It's your choice." I shrug my shoulders. "Just don't play my card. Eric will give you death glares." I warn him and he and Tris laugh a little bit.
"By the way, my middle finger still hurts." Tris jokes with me.
"Sorry, Eric made me." I laugh now. We all seem a bit better now as we walk to the training room.
"Sure, you just wanted to break my finger." She laughs.
"Really, you were the last person I wanted to fight. I really wanted to go after Molly." I tell her truthfully. "She can't get away with something like that."
"You sure you can handle her?" Al asks as Tris looks at me as if I lost it.
"I can. Not sure if I will win, but I can handle her." I inform him.
"Ok, if you say so." He says nervously. We walk into the room and look at the board. The first name I see is Tris. I look over to her opponent and groan. Peter is smirking. I don't know if I want to turn and punch him right in the face and shield Tris from him.
"Oh no." Christina groans from behind us. "Are they serious? They're really going to make you fight him?" She came in when we walked in. I was too busy looking at Peter. Eric is doing this to hurt me and her for yesterday's 'fight.'
"Maybe you can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious."Al seems really worried. "No one would blame you." That won't work. Not when Eric is out to get her.
"Yeah. Maybe." Her voice seems lost and confused. Maybe I should have knocked her out. I look at the board for my name.
"At least you can get who you wanted." Al states quietly. I look at the rest of the board. Edward is sitting out today because he did really well yesterday.
"You want Molly?" Christina asks. I turn and look at her. She has bruises all over her. I couldn't see last night to know. I might have hurt her last night from resting my head on her shoulder.
"I can't handle people hurting others so carelessly." I tell her in a blank voice. She lowers her eyes and understands. She knows that I got tired of my father doing it to me. "Plus you're my friend and she mocked you."
"Those are more Dauntless and Candor words than an Abnegation's words." Christina states.
"I'm not Candor or Abnegation, am I?" I ask her. Her and Al's eyes open wide and stare at something behind me.
"Since you pulled a stunt yesterday." Someone whispers into my ear. It's hard for me not to jump. I turn and see Eric right next to me. "You are going first." Today, he doesn't seem as frightening as yesterday. He turns on his heels and walks over to the chalk board.
"Alright, same thing as yesterday." Four announces. "Molly and Andy, you're up." There is no emotion in his voice. He is standing next to the board as well and looks like he couldn't care less. I turn and look at Molly as I walk into the arena. She is smirking. She is thinking that is fight will be easy for her. From the little I saw yesterday, she has a lot of power and is fast. Since Molly is big, she will use up her energy quickly. So if I just let her wail on me for a bit, then I will just be able to overpower her when she gets tired. I just need to avoid getting on the ground. If that happens, I will need to change things up and try to knock her out. Temples are a good place to hit for that.
"Are you scared?" Molly asks as she walks into the arena. I wipe the emotion from my face.
"Of what? You?" I ask her. "You're just big."That pisses her off. And this starts the fight. Molly charges at me and I move to the left and she runs out of the arena.
"IS there rules about ring outs?" I ask as I walk to the other end of the arena. Molly turns and gets back. Shouldn't really piss her off, it will just fuel her more.
"You bitch." She hisses.
"I thought I was a stiff, that's what you, Drew and Peter wrote all over my bed." It's hard not to piss her off. I think I flipped over to my other drastic. She comes at me, faster now and I get punched in the face. My head snaps to the side, but my hand reaches out and grabs her fist and pulls it the other way and I punch her in the face with my other fist. "But I would rather be a… what's the word?"
"You bitch." She says as I let go of her hand and duck from her fist. I slip to the side and leave my foot extended. So when she comes for me, she trips. My legs are long enough. "You are going to get it worse than your little friend." She turns and goes to grab me and trips like I planned. I gracefully bring my leg to me. I watch as she falls onto her knees and snaps her head at me. I need to stop pissing her off. I watch as she stands up and starts punching me. I catch some of them, but I do miss and she hits me to the face. Molly goes at me with both fists. I need to knock some of the energy out of her. So I grab one fist as she punches and grab the other one as it comes. Once she made up her mind in doing something, it is hard for her to change at the last second. Molly needs to work on reflexes. I bring my knee up and hit her right under the ribs. That should do the trick. I feel her body get heavy and I let go of her. Molly doesn't fall forward, though. She merely holds her gut and comes at me. I barely miss her fist. That really didn't do the trick. It normally worked for my father. Getting him in the gut, but he isn't as big as Molly, I guess. I dodge her hits and I don't see her getting tired. What is this girl made of? The shoulder to the arm that is clutching her gut moves and I go to block a hit to the jaw. Her fist isn't aimed for my jaw, it's aimed for my temple. I catch that at the last minute and miss half of her fist and stumble back and trip over myself. Crap, I'm on the ground. Before I can get up, Molly is on top of me, straddling me. My breathing starts to get harder now that I am pinned to the ground. Last time I was pinned to the ground, it was my father on top of me and he was trying to prove to me a point. Even though my arms aren't trapped, I can't move. I get hit over and over again like Christina was yesterday.
"No!" I hear her cry. I'm used to pain, this is nothing. Just a lot of blood. Less than what it looks like.
"See, you couldn't win." Molly stops and gloats. I open my eyes and everything is a little fuzzy. I won't let her win. I see the hair that is falling around her face as she looks down at me. My father would normally grab my hair to gain control of me. But I need to make sure that we remain on the ground. She will just get up and knock me down again. I need to knock her out and the best way to do it is one hit to the temple. I move my legs a bit and she smirks. "That won't work, give up and you will only have to hang from the railing like Christina." She did not. I reach up and grab a fist full of hair and bring her down painfully. My other hand grabs her hands that starts pawing at my hand. I pull them down and her legs leave my hips and I am able to wrap my legs around her and roll over. Now I'm top, I let go of her hair and make sure I pin her arms under my legs. I can only handle so much.
"That wasn't even close to being funny." I deadpan as I ball up my right hand. I reel it back and deck her in the side of the face. Molly's eyes dark eyes roll back into her head and I wipe the blood knuckles on my pants before getting off of her. My eyes find Eric's. "Is that good enough?" I breathe out as I struggle to stand up. My head is bad. Four only circles my name in victory.
"Get her up." He says with no emotion as well. I roll my eyes and crouch down next to her and swing her heavy arm over my shoulder and stand up. I have no problem carrying her. Peter and Drew stare at me with hate. Now I have done something to piss them off. As least I feel better now, emotionally. Four walks over to me and goes to take her. I glare at him with tired eyes and he just ignores it and takes her. I walk to my friends again and lean against the wall. "Peter and Tris." Eric calls out bored. I slowly sink to the ground and sigh.
"What was that?" Al asks. "You knocked her out." Christina just kneels down next to me and remains quiet.
"So. You just hit in the right places." I rest my head on the wall and shut my eyes. That's when I feel a nudge from Christina. "I'm fine." I assure her.
"How do you know the right places?" He seems shocked.
"By watching Edward fight." I tell him simply. That is only partly true. The other part is that my father would knock me and my brother out when he got tired with us. "He studied the human body and how to fight." Al seems to believe me now. I really don't want to watch the fight against Tris. "Now you have a fight to watch, wake me when we take her to the hospital." There is little emotion in my voice. Sometimes I can't lie to myself. She is going to have problems with this fight. But that's ok. I will just have to make sure she learns how to fight. With that thought in mind. I let myself drift off to sleep.
000
"Andy. ANDY." I open my eyes and see Christina in my face. She helps me up and I see a very bloody Tris being held up by Al. I walk over there and try to take her from her as Peter and Eric look over.
"I'm going to take her. You have a match." I tell him quietly.
"No she is fine." Eric says. I turn and look at him as Al gives her to me.
"I will see you later." I deadpan as I pretty much carry her out the door. Eric doesn't say anything as the door slams shut.
"Thank you." She says, barely. I look at her as we walk. Her eyes are heavy. I know how she is feeling.
"Go ahead, let yourself go. I will carry you." I tell her gently as I shift her weight so I can carry her by sliding my arms under her knees and back. Tris doesn't say anything as she slips away into oblivion. She weighs like a feather. So I have no problem carrying her through the narrow path to the hospital. Once in there, I'm greeted to both Four and the woman that helped me two days ago. "She went under after getting out of the room." I tell them both. The woman leads me to a bed near Molly, but not close.
"Initiation is really one of the toughest times here." The woman mumbles as I set Tris's body on the bed. Four is at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed and black expression.
"I believe you, with how Eric is." I mumble and the woman smirks as she starts assessing her wounds.
"She isn't bad, just beaten to a pulp. Your friend will wake up in a few hours." She assures me. "For her, she got hit pretty hard and will be a little longer." I nod as she points to Molly.
"She better be." I roll my eyes. "Molly is a jerk that needs to learn that bullying isn't right." I tell her. "Peter, the leader, did this too her." I inform her as I look at Tris.
"You did that to her?" The woman seems a little surprised as she hands me a wet rag.
"Yeah." I take the rag and clean my face. "Mind if I stay here with her?" The woman looks at Four.
"Ask your instructor?" She says as she hands me a cup and two pills. "For the headache and the swelling." I nod and take them as I look at Four.
"So, can I stay?" I ask him as the woman walks off.
"What did Eric say when you were leaving?" He asks. I bite my lip and look at Tris.
"He didn't say anything, on my way out the door." I tell him truthfully. He just keeps looking at me. Crap. "He said not to take her and I went anyway." Four rolls his eyes.
"Good thing you brought her in. She needs meds and some attention." The woman walks back with a needle and a bag normally found in a hospital. She puts the needle in Tris's skin and hangs the bag on the metal tree.
"So you want me to take heat for your actions." He deadpans as the woman walks back to check on Molly.
"No, just tell me it's ok. To be honest, I really can't stand Eric." I tell him as I sit on the foot of the bed next to him. "Let me stay and calm down. Right now I want to kill Peter and Drew."
"That's not Abnegation talk." Four says as he leans on his left foot.
"I'm not Abnegation." I lie. I'm more Abnegation than anything. My test said so. "I'm here."
"Whatever, stay here." He says as he shakes his head and walks off.
"Thanks." I call out as he leaves the room. Good, I get to stay here with Tris and not around those people.
0000
"Did you just make a joke?" I hear Will's voice through my sleep. "We should get you on painkillers more often if you're going to start cracking joke, oh and to answer your question. I beat her up."
"I can't believe you couldn't beat Will." Al speaks up.
"What? He's good. Plus I think I finally learn how to stop losing. Avoid getting hit in the jaw." Christina speaks up and I open my eyes. I'm curled up at the foot of Tris's bed.
"Are we talking about Will beating Christina? He is smart and all, but dang. Christina, you need to learn how to fight fast." I state from my position on the bed. My legs are folded up tightly. I don't even know how they fit on the bed. Tris must be really small.
"She's awake." Will laughs. "And hey." I smirk and sit up.
"You got knocked out your first fight." I state.
"It was against Al." Will protests. "I hear you knocked Molly out when you got tired of toying with her."
"I was thinking if I got the Tank to get tired, then it would be fine. Not my fault she can't get tired in ten minutes." I tell him.
"She's the tank, that's why." Christina mumbles with an icepack to her jaw.
"How are you feeling, Tris?" Al cuts in and asks her wants really important.
"Fine, just don't want to see those three." She answers him.
"Don't worry about him." Will smiles. "He will get beating up by Edward who has being studying how to fight for fun." Christina seems glad to hear this.
"Good." She says as she looks at her watch. "I think we are missing dinner." She looks at Tris. "Do you need us?"
"Go ahead. I'll be fine." Tris tells her. Christina smiles and grabs my arm.
"Come on, you haven't eaten anything other than half a muffin. You are going to die at this rate." She says with a laugh. I roll my eyes and let her pull me up.
"I'm dying already, so why does it really matter?" I mumble as I wave Tris good bye. She is safe here now that she is awake. So I can leave. Normally I'm a light sleeper. Why have I been sleeping in later and not being woken up when someone walks into the room? Is it really that I feel safer here? I don't know. I let Christina and Will lead me out of the room and to the dining hall.
"How did you do it?" Will asks. "Knock out Molly, I mean." I shrug my shoulders.
"Watching others fight." I half lie. Christina sighs.
"That doesn't matter." She says. "While you were gone, Eric got pissy but not as bad yesterday."
"He didn't really believe you told him no." Will says.
"You weren't there." I told him.
"I came in right after being escorted by someone. He seemed a little confused." He informs me as we walk into the dining hall.
"But then to compensate, he yelled everything. It was fine though." We get to our table and eat.