Tough Love Pt 3
the inspiration for Aadyas outfit is selene from The Underworld series
When I landed on the ground I was surrounded by my teammates. I held up the flag in victory while they all cheered. I started walking back to the train when I was met by an obviously cross Four. “I vow to watch over you and this is how you repay me, by sneaking out of the infirmary to play capture the flag” he didn’t smile.
“I am perfectly well Four. While your watchful eye is appreciated I can care for myself” I made no point to hide my annoyance and walked away from him. On the train I was thinking about tomorrow. It would be visiting day for the Initiates. Their first day off, most of them had never been without their families so it held a lot of meaning for them. The downfall with that, were the attachments visiting day brought. When you choose a faction that differs from the one you were born in to, your old faction fades completely from your life. In a fight you’d be expected to abandon your family if the choice came down between Dauntless and your natural born home. For some this would be extremely difficult while for others it would be effortless. When we reached the pit opening I took my place by the ledge as the initiates jumped down. Four and Eric took their places as well. None of us spoke and it was probably for the best. I’d rather not deal with a hateful Four when Eric told him what happened in the tower and I certainly did not care for the theories about what happened that were undoubtedly going through Eric’s mind. I just wanted this day to be over.
“I will expect to see you both in the morning to brief the initiates on visiting day. Do not be late” Four addressed both of us in a low tone and then turned and jumped without waiting for our response. The rooftop was empty as Eric turned to me “There’s nothing to talk about is there?” he paused. I awarded him a one word response “Nothing”. He turned and jumped down as well. I jumped down right after. I decided to stop by the dining hall. I remembered that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. Tomorrow would be a big day for me as well. On visiting day I would go see my father Marcus because it was the only day he thought it appropriate. Things were very difficult for my father and me, especially after the death of my mother. Sighing I dumped what was left of my tray and made my way upstairs. When I got the top floor I felt a sort of discomfort. Almost as if I wasn’t alone. I stopped in the hallway and scanned the area. I dropped into my fighting stance and took out my knife. “Reveal yourself” I spoke into the dark hall. Eric stepped into the center. I did not sheath my knife. After several fights with Eric I thought it better to be ready in case the conversation went awry.
“For fucks sake what do you want” I asked. “What happened in that tower 3?” his arms were crossed over his chest and I could see his bulging arm muscles in his tight black shirt. “I manipulated you in order to retrieve the flag. That’s all, nothing more” I scowled. “I would hope not, for your sake” his brow raised. I really wanted to ask what he meant by that, but I know bate when I see it so I remained silent.
I was watching him closely as he attempted to close the gap between us. “Take one more step and this Knife will be in your shoulder” my apartment door was on the right from where he was standing and he knew it. “Is that a threat or a promise”? He smirked “Depends on who’s asking” I took a breath and walked straight for my apartment, all the while keeping him in my sights. When I got to my door he reached out for me. “ If you value the use of your hand, which judging by your massive ego and budging pants you do, you should let go at once” at my words he tightened his grip. He pulled me to his body and held me by my waist. I refused to struggle and said “You have me, now what?” He was clearly taken aback by my calm demeanor and we just stood there. “Why don’t you just admit that what happened in that tower was more” he said in a voice barely above a breath. “Simply because, for me it wasn’t and no matter how you rationalize it in your brain the outcome is the same” I made sure to look him right in the eyes.
“I’m not some young girl you can chase after; now release me from your grip” when he did I stepped back and typed in my pin and my door slid open. “This meeting did not occur” I walked into my door and turned so that I saw him standing there as the door slid closed. I didn’t bother checking to see if he’d gone because I really didn’t care. I had no intention of becoming one of his play things and I was going to make sure he knew it. The respect I commanded in this faction was hard to earn and I certainly did not plan to piss it all away on some over grown fool whose ego and reputation preceded him. If it wasn’t for the rain outside I wouldn’t even bother showering but after my shower I felt much more relaxed and ready for bed. Drifting off to sleep I thought about my meeting with my father. I had to make sure I was perfectly groomed and dressed for the occasion otherwise I’d never hear the end of it.
After carefully choosing my clothes I made my way to the training hall where Four and Eric were already waiting. Four caught sight of my outfit and his face showed shock mixed with appreciation. “Going to see your father today?” he asked “Yes, it’s unavoidable and it was either this or a floor length dress” I replied flustered. “I wasn’t going to say a word” his eyes were soft. “My apologies, you know I hate visiting day, I just want to get it over with” I sighed. I had chosen to go with an outfit somewhere between armor and feminine. My hair was in a long braid down my back with two strands hanging out on each side. My outfit hugged every curve I had. I could feel every pair of male and some female eyes on me as we addressed the young Dauntless. Eric spoke first. “Today is your day to visit, understand that your family means nothing to us and when they leave it would be wise to count them as dead” when he stopped I chimed in “ Your home will be Dauntless should you survive the tests and we will be your family. Enjoy your day but understand you will not be granted visiting time ever again” Four took up the last part of the brief “Go and return just before sunset. Your family will be escorted out of Dauntless at that time. Do not be late to the training room tomorrow for your final test” with Fours last words they took off and the three of us turned to one another. “As you know I will be visiting my father for the afternoon. It shouldn’t last long but should you need me you know where I will be” I addressed them. “I will be visiting friends in the pit and keeping a close eye on our initiates” said Four. “I’ll be in the training room taking advantage of the freedom from those pathetic children” Eric aid and then walked away.
On my way to the highest levels of Dauntless I felt nervous. My Father Marcus was in very high standing and held a seat on the Faction council. His disposition had always been stern growing up and in my adulthood it hadn’t changed. As I reached his floor i was faced with two massive sliding doors and a key pad. Entering in the special code associated with my name and our relationship as father and daughter the two doors slid apart and disappeared into the walls. Stepping through the archway I could see that everything was still in place just as it was during our last visit. In the back of the apartment was a large black desk and behind it sat a pale broad shouldered man with silver hair. I stood stalk still until I was called forth.
“Aadya, my child, come forward and let me look at you. I stepped gracefully forward with my eyes straight ahead, posture perfect and not a sound from my footsteps made. When I was an arm’s length away from his desk I stopped. “Hair looks healthy, posture pristine, well groomed, muscular figure. Where do you stand in the rankings as a leader?” “Permission to speak sir?” I waited “Granted” he bowed his head in an inviting manner. “In both physical and academic attributes I remain Number one in standing sir” I pulled out my paperwork proving my words to be true and waited for my father to accept them. These weren’t just any documents; they were stamped and signed by Max himself. Not many faction leaders know, but we are ranked by our personal attributes and by the success rate of our initiates. Every month my father receives these reports to see where I rank. This was my father’s way of calling to check on me like most parents.
“As you know Dya my three goals in life for you have always been, Success, Good Public Standing and Marriage. While you have always made good on the first two I worry about the last. You make speak freely from this moment on” he finished.
“Father, being married is the least of my worries. I’m a warrior and a leader. I don’t have time to tend to the needs of another human being, let alone some grown man” I tried to keep my voice even. “Dya, a leader you may be but a warrior needs to come second in your life. Its time you settled down, you will not be young forever. I have heard stories about your demeanor with the male populace. You are unapproachable and cold and that does not make for a very good wife or nurturing mother!”
“Again with this tiring conversation, I have done everything that you ask of me and yet here we stand!” I seethed. “I will not have a Spinster for a daughter. You will marry and you will produce a male heir to retain my seat on the council when I die!” His voice was raised but steady. In silence I struggled to keep my head held high and hold back my angry tears and my embarrassment. “You will return to your duties at once” he did not look up from his work as he dismissed me. “As you wish” I said then turned on my heels and exited the apartment. I held my composure until I got to the training room and not being able to stop it I put my foot through the nearest object, which happened to be a wooden table. Looking towards the roof I could feel the tears start to fall. The sting of always being a disappointment to my father was simply more than I could bear…