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As we walked to training the next morning, Tris walked beside me and muttered, "You're really lucky Four stopped Eric from going after you yesterday. He was really, really pissed."

Tris...when did we start calling her that? I shrugged inwardly. "He deserved it."

"I know, but you still have to be careful. He can get you thrown out of Dauntless if you say something he doesn't like." she pressed.

As we walked into the training room, Eric gave me a harsh glare and I couldn't help but feel horrid at his anger. I wasn't sure why. Okay, yes I was. But liking him was absurd and terrible and I didn't even know him!

I clenched my jaw and glared harshly at him until Four called for our attention. "Today you'll be learning how to use a gun."

Okay, Ana. Just focus. This is why you're here, to fight. It's time to prove you're Dauntless. I nodded to myself and grabbed a gun, watching Four as he demonstrated and then told us to start.

I lifted up the gun which took some effort seeing as I was barely five two. I held the gun carefully in my arms, spreading my feet shoulder width apart and aiming at the target. I breathed in deeply before letting it out slowly and squeezing the trigger.

I wasn't at all ready for the recoil and it sent me flying backwards. "Shit." I hissed, regaining my balance and walking back to my original place.

"To avoid doing that again, place your dominant foot forward more and bend your knees to keep yourself balanced. Seeing as you're so short, it'll help you to keep your stance a bit wider so you don't go flying back." Eric spoke, pushing my right foot forward with his.

I glanced back at the target, grinning when I saw how close to the center I'd hit. "And...nice shot." he said, sounding reluctant.

Instead of thanking him, I merely went back to shooting, the recoil surprising me less and less with every shot. But I kept his advice in mind, keeping my stance wider and more to the ground.


After a couple of weeks, we were still in the training room, but instead of shooting, today we were practicing with punching bags. We'd spent so much time practicing with firearms that I honestly missed the feeling of the gun in my hands...didn't miss the constant pain in my shoulder from the recoil though.

Four showed us the proper way to punch and kick, sending the sand-filled bag swinging with each jab. "Alright, pair up." he ordered and Tris was immediately by my side.

She smiled softly at me and then apologetically at Christina who scowled when she realized we'd pared up. "So...how's the whole Eric thing?" she mumbled, holding the bag so I could throw some punches.

She grunted as I hit the bag hard and made me stop so she could get a better hold on it. "Jeez, Ana, how angry are you?"

I frowned, "I'm not...it's just...Tris, I've been waiting for this for so long. I HAVE to make it."

I continued punching as I saw Eric eyeing me when he walked past. "I know, Ana, but please calm down." she winced as I kicked the bag harshly.

The more I punched and kicked, the more I felt pain shooting through my knuckles and shins, but that just made me angrier and made me hit the bag harder.

"Hey! Ana!" I heard Four shout. "Take it easy!" he and Eric had made their way over to us and the rest of the initiates were watching curiously.

Eric grabbed my hands roughly and shook his head in either anger or annoyance, I couldn't tell which. I heard Tris panting and holding the punching bag for, what seemed like, dear life.

It was only then that I noticed I was dripping sweat and felt the pounding pain in my hands. Some places on my knuckles were split and bleeding, the rest just looked bruised and aggravated. Almost as aggravated as Eric.

My own chest heaved as I gasped for breath and Tris came over to me shakily. "Ana, what was that?"

"Sorry...I..don't know." I shrugged, suddenly wanting to sink into the floor at all of the attention I'd brought to myself.

Four turned to the other initiates and shouted, "Alright! Back to work!" they all immediately scurried back to their punching bags and Eric grumbled to himself angrily.

"I'll take her to the infirmary." he rolled his steely eyes and grabbed my upper arm roughly, dragging me to a sterile room and tossing me onto a clean bed.

He waited at the end of the bed and an older nurse with a lot of tattoos and piercings bustled about, getting things ready. I admired her bright pink and green hair and asked where she got it dyed.

"Same place I got my tattoos and piercings." she gave me a warm smile. "First shop you see in the Pit, you can't miss it."

I grinned and tugged on a strand of my ugly, boring, brown hair. "It's really long and I like it, but I really, really, really want to dye it."

"Hm, maybe teal, it would match your eyes pretty well. Or a really dark green." she said thoughtfully. "If you-"

"Would you two stop!" Eric shouted. "I brought her here for you to fix her hands, not to give her beauty tips!"

The nurse winced at his tone before glaring and pointing at a chair on the opposite side of the room. "There's no need to raise your voice." she snapped. "And you can sit over there while I fix her hands AND give her beauty tips."

I couldn't help but grin at the fiery, old woman and try my best not to squirm as she cleaned my hands off before wrapping them tightly. As I started to get up I heard the woman mutter something to herself and I turned back around, "What?"

"Oh, nothing." she smiled. "I was just thinking that you must have really caught his eye if he brought you here himself and stayed the whole time."

I glanced over at the brooding man sitting on a chair in the corner and furrowed my brow. "I don't think so...I'm pretty sure he hates me. I cause a lot of trouble." I smirked at the thought of what I'd don't so far.

"Well, I've known Eric since he first came to Dauntless and I know what he likes and doesn't like. He likes you. I can tell." the woman gave me a wink and a smirk before pushing me lightly towards the doors.

"Finally." he snapped, shoving me out the doors and back to the training room.

I frowned as he pushed me roughly down the hall and the next time he tried to touch me, I side-stepped him and stopped walking. "What's your problem?!" I snapped.

"You." he spat, grabbing my arm and yanking me back to training.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Tris asked, running up to me.

I nodded, refusing to look back at Eric. "I'm fine. Nurse patched me up no problem." we wandered back over to the punching bag and I held it tightly for Tris.

I didn't even notice as she punched and kicked at the bag, my mind was on what the nurse had told me. What'd she mean she knew what he liked? Does she mean as friends? I hope so, or that guy's got no chance of a girlfriend. Like, ever.

I was jolted from my thoughts as an intense punch knocked the bag back and I stumbled, losing my grip on it. "Pay attention!" Eric growled.

So it'd been him that punched. I knew it wasn't Tris. What a dick.

"What?" I growled, not really in the mood after what the nurse had said.

Tris toyed with her ponytail. "Ana, everyone left already. You were kinda lost in thought."

"Oh...sorry." shaking my head, I stepped away from the bag and walked shakily from the training room.

Tris caught up to me quickly and frowned, linking arms with me. "Are you sure everything's okay? You've been really out of it today."

"Yeah, just...thinking."

She smirked as we entered the cafeteria. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Shove it." I grinned, punching her shoulder lightly and wincing at the feeling of my knuckles pulsing in pain.

"Hey! Hurry up and eat something!" Christina called to us, waving us over to the table. "We're going to the Pit to do some shopping after dinner."

I really wasn't in the mood for shopping. Or dinner. Or anything! What is the matter with you?! I shouted at myself. Whatever weird mood you're in, knock it off! It's annoying and you're being stupid just because of some guy!

Shaking my head, I decided that the bad mood was over. "Great, I've been wanting a new style."

Christina grinned along with Will and Al. "About time we got her back!"


As soon as we walked into the Pit, Christina grabbed me and Tris, dragging us to a clothing store. "Wait, Chris, I wanted to-"

"Shush!" she scolded, holding up a form-fitting dress to me. "We're getting you some more clothes. You look SO good in black."

After we'd all gotten an exorbitant amount of clothing, I practically sprinted towards the shop the nurse had told me about. She was right, there's no way you could miss it.

Pulling the door open, I grinned at the huge inside with different sections. Immediately, I rushed over to the hairdressers, bubbling with excitement.

"Well, hey there." a woman grinned at me. "What's your name, hon?"

"Ana." I stated simply, sliding into the chair she gestured to.

"You've got some pretty hair there, Ana. What do you want to do with it?" she beamed, brushing it over the back of the chair.

For a moment, I glanced at the pictures littering the walls, letting my eyes flick over dozens, I finally chose. "That one!" I pointed to a picture of a man with hair down to his waist, but half of his head was buzzed closely.

"Good choice," she nodded. "Anything else?"

I hesitated...maybe dying it was taking it a step too far...ah, what the hell. "Dye it teal, please."

She raised an eyebrow, but shrugged, starting by buzzing off the long hair on the right side of my head. Dying all my hair took nearly two hours, but it was beyond worth it.

I admired my straight, shiny, newly cut and dyed hair and payed for the job. "Come back if you need that buzzed down again!" she called after me and I waved with a grin and a thank you.

"There you are!" Tris gasped, yanking me into a hug.

It was at that moment that I realized, I'd never told anyone where I was going. I assumed they'd just follow me. "Oops..."

"It's nearly nine!" she scolded. "What were you-oh..." a small, reluctant smile crept onto her face. "Well, it looks good, but don't do it again!"

I laughed and hugged her with one arm, walking through the large shop. "Where are the others?"

"I think they went to get a drink..." she mumbled. "They're just lucky Four cancelled training tomorrow."

"He cancelled?" I frowned, stopping in front of a piercing table. "Why?" I asked absentmindedly, looking at the different piercings you could get.

Tris shrugged, looking worried as I contemplated the piercings. "What can I do ya for?" a youngish man stepped up, snapping his rubber gloves with a chuckle.

I gave him a smile and pointed to my nose. "How bad does it hurt?"

"Wouldn't know." he grinned, pointing to his own nose which was clear of any metal. "Tell me when it's over." he patted the table and I hopped up, reaching for Tris's hand.

She held it out for me to take, which I did. Quickly.

I took in a deep breath and winced as he cleaned off my nose with an antiseptic. He coated a needle in some sort of goo and then pushed a metal tube up my nose.

"What's that for?" Tris asked as my face contorted oddly at having the metal shoved up my nose.

The man chuckled and then held up the needle, "So this doesn't give her an unwanted piercing." he smirked. "I'm gonna count to three."

I nodded, breathing in deeply. "One," I let out a yelp as he pressed the needle through the left side of my nose and pulled the metal tube out, leaving the needle hanging there.

"What happened to two and three?!" I gasped as my left eye watered immensely.

"Yeah, what happened to two and three?!" Tris snapped, equally shocked.

The man pulled out a thin, silver hoop and I screwed my eyes shut as he gently pulled the thick needle from my nose and slid the hoop in, closing it and making sure it fit right.

With another smirk, the man held out a tissue which I snatched angrily, wiping my left eye with a huff. "So how was it?"

I glared at the man. "Get one yourself and see!"

He grinned and clapped me on the shoulder. "I like you, kid. Let's get a drink sometime."

"I'll need one after this." I muttered bitterly.

"Aw, you'll be alright. I've heard plenty about you." he smiled a real smile.

I frowned, hopping off the table. "From who?"

"A nurse friend of yours." he chuckled, crossing his arms and showing off several tattoos scattered across his forearms.

That reminded me, "Tris! I wanted a tattoo!"

I started towards the darker part of the shop that was only lit with oddly glowing purple and blue lights. "Oh, no you don't!" she grabbed the back of my shirt and tugged me back. "We're going to find Chris, Al and Will and bring them back to our quarters."

"But Tris..." I whined, reaching my arms towards the tattoo area as she dragged me from the shop.

"You can get a tattoo tomorrow, Ana! We have the whole day off!" Tris groaned.

I kicked my legs like a child as she let go of me and turned around to walk by myself, but ended up slamming into a thick, solid body. "Unf!" I groaned, stepping back and rubbing my already sore nose. "Watch where you're going, you fu-"