Chapter 7

"You've been cut."

Gosh that hurt to say. Tris stares at us. I can tell she's hurt. " What? They can't-" Will cuts her off. " I'm sorry. Eric said it. He told us to tell you. I know, it's unfair. We're sorry." Tris's eyes start to water. " Its fine. " She says. No it's not.  " Why are you guys wearing vests?"

"Capture the flag." Christina says. "We gotta get going. We can't be late." We nod and leave. I mouth ' I'm really sorry.' to Tris.

We get on to the train as soon as possible. We look at each other. " So how does this work? We run around on a field and try to get each others flag? Like we do in gym class?" I ask.

" Something like that." Four interrupts. As the train starts moving I hear yelling. Not a someone's dead yelling, a cheering type of yelling. People start pointing out the door. I look. It's Tris! I knew she wouldn't give up. I smile and walk back to my wall.

Four walks over near the door. He puts out his hand and pulls Tris and pulls her inside the train. Christina, Will, and I walk over to her. We high five her and give her a hug. Eric walks towards us and interrupts our little get together.

" Who said you could come here?"

"Myself." That shuts him up. We all laugh. He walks away and grabs a gun like thing. Shit. He's going to shoot Tris. " These will be our weapons." Eric says as he throws it to some initiate.

" Your giving us guns?" Molly asks.

" No, instead of real bullets they have darts that simulates the feel off a real gun shot wound." Four says. Molly rolls her eyes. Eric tosses Four one of them. He shoots her in the thigh and she falls to the floor in pain. We all laugh. " It'll wear off soon." Eric says  " Okay now for teams, Four you go first."

"Okay.. Um, I'll take the stiff." He points to Tris. He really does like her, this makes it obvious. I mean, he picked her first. I'm going to bug him about this tomorrow. Yep, defiantly. " What, your picking the weakest ones so when you lose you have someone to blame?" Eric says. " Something like that." He smirks. 

"My turn. Peter." He says. "Alice" I walk up to Four and Tris. They keep calling names.... I wonder why he called Tris 'The stiff' while he called me 'Alice.' I mean.... Tris and I are both stiffs. After they all pick the teammates I am thrown a gun-dart-thing.  Me, being me, I drop it. I'm so fucking clumsy....

I pick it up and start walking with my team. " So, what's the plan?"

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It's short, I know. Anyway updating Friday. On the side is a trailer my friend Catie made for my fanfic  ^.^

~A

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^ Augustus Waters with his fake leg. I mean what.......