Chapter Twelve: Final fighting!
Chapter Twelve!
I wake up, the exact same time Will does. Our beds are one next to the other, so we wake up facing eachother, I look at him, and he looks at me, it's just the two of us. I think i'm finally over Candor, I mean I kept my feelings for Will to myself I didn't even tell Tris. I stare into his green eyes. So far niether of us had said anything. We're both still there, lying, facing eachother. He finally waves his hand, surrending.
"Good Morning," Will whispers, in a voice so peacefull that I wish that I was with him in his bed lying with him, instead of across of him.
"G'morning." I say, sounding tired, which is wierd, because right now I'm the least tired i have ever been. We stay there for a few minutes untill, Will starts to get up, that's when I realize that our little game is over. I get up, and get dressed. A few minitues later Al wakes up, then Tris, and slowly we have all awaken.
When Will finished getting dressed he sat in his bed across from me while I was tieng my shoes, he looked at me.
"You ready to go?" He asks. I nod.
"Albert!" I call to Al whom is across the room. "We're leaving." I call to him. A sleepy Al looks at Tris he bends down next to her, and asks her if she would like to come with us. She answered that she'll be right with us. We left the room, into the cafeteria. Today they had blueberry muffins. My mom always made them for us in the house. I take two muffins, and right after me Will takes two muffins as well.
"You like blue berry muffins?" I ask him.
"Yeah, in Erudite my mom made them for me all the time. Studys have prooven that eating blue berrys help the brain absorb more knowledge," I nod loosing intress in his word. "Anyways I loved them, they're my favorite."
"Mine too, my mom made them for me all the time, I would eat at least four muffins, everytime she cooked them!" I say.
"Four at a time?" asks Will, he puffs out. "That can;t be healthy!" He says, sarcastically.
"Shut up! I was a chubby kid!" I tried to defend myself, but that just made Will laugh harder. I started to laugh to.
Al, Will, and I walk to the training room. We discover that we're the first ones to arrive. Then Four enters, he gives us no greeting so we don't give him any. He walks straight to the chalk board, and begins to write the fights. Slowly everyone starts to arrive.
Myra - Will
Al - Christina, I think that I can take Al.
Edward - Peter. The only person who can beat Peter is Edward, which makes me happy. Just as he writes Tris's name she bursts in through the doors.
“Hey, where were you this morning?” I ask when Tris walks in. She looks at the blackboard across the room.
Tris - , the space next to hers is blank.
“I got held up,” She says, angrilly. Four stands in front of the board and writes a name next to hers. She looks like she's about to explode out of anger any second now. Four steps away from the board, and reaveles the name Molly.
“You okay, Tris? You look a little…,” says Al, shakily.
“A little what?” Tris asks.
“On edge,” says Al. Four writes Drew alone, which means that he will not fight today. I see him sigh.
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“Go easy on me, okay?” Al asks me.
“I make no promises,” I reply.
The first pair—Will and Myra—stand across from each other in the arena. For a second they both shuffle back and forth, one jerking an arm forward and then retracting it, the other kicking and missing. Across the room, Four leans against the wall and yawns. I secretly pray for Will to win, and he does.
Then it's my turn to fight Al, whoch dosen't take long a punched him a few times then he fell, and couldn't get up, which make Eric shake his head, but makes me happy, because I just won.
Edward and Peter take longer. Though they are the two best fighters, the disparity between them is noticeable. Edward’s fist slams into Peter’s jaw, and I remember what Will said about him—that he has been studying combat since he was ten. It’s obvious. He is faster and smarter than even Peter. Edward wins.
Tris walks into the Arena, I would wish her luck, but honestly r=from the way she's acting I don't think she needs it.
Molly stands across from her.
“Was that a birthmark I saw on your left butt cheek?” she says, smirking. “God, you’re pale, Stiff.” I look at Tris, what in the world is Mollt talking about. Whatever it is it makes Tris even angrier.
Molly starts toward her and throws her weight into a punch. As her body shifts forward, Tris ducks and drives her fist into Mollys stomach, right over her bellybutton.
then Tris slips past her, her hands up, ready for Mollys next attempt. She’s not smirking anymore. She runs at her like she’s about to tackle Tris, but Tris darts out of the way. She blocks Mollys next punch with her forearm. Molly grits her teeth and lets out a frustrated groan, more animal-sounding than human.
She tries a sloppy kick at Triss side, which she dodges, and while her balance is off, Tris rushes forward and forces her elbow up at Mollys face. She pulls her head back just in time, and Triss elbow grazes Mollys chin. Molly punches Tris in the ribs and Tris stumbles to the side, recovering her breath.
Theyre eyes meet for just a second.
Triss fist sinks into Moolys flesh, forcing a heavy breath from Mollys mouth. As she gasps, Tris sweep-kicks her legs out from under her, and Molly falls hard on the ground, sending dust into the air. Tris pulls her foot back and kicks as hard as she can at her ribs. Molly curls into a ball to protect her side, Tris kicks again, this time hit ting her in the stomach. Then she pulls her foot back and kicks again, this time hitting her in the face. Blood springs from her nose and spreads over her face. Another kick hits Molly in the chest.
She pulls her foot back again, but Four’s hands clamp around her arms, and he pulls Tris away from Molly with irresistible force. She breathes heavily through gritted teeth, staring at Molly’s blood-covered face.. She groans, and I hear a gurgling in her throat, watch blood trickle from her lips.
“You won,” Four mutters. “Stop.” Tris wipes the sweat from her forehead. He stares at her. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed. “I think you should leave,” he says. “Take a walk.”
“I’m fine,” She says. “I’m fine now,” Tris says, and with that the day is over, and were free to do whatever we would like.
Author's note:
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-Tali21