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Chapter 3

This Is No Game.

Tris' POV.

My head spins as what has happened hits me. I'm out. I'm well and truly kicked out of initiation. What the hell is this recovery crap Four is talking about. When I ask him his answer is:

"You'll find out." Yeah, like that's supposed to make me feel any better about it. I have been assigned a different room, way over on the other side of Dauntless head quarters. Four tells me how I will be getting up every morning at 5:00AM, I tell him that it's never going to happen and he ignores me. Once he leads me to the room I guess I should now call home, he opens the big metal door and inside is a small single bed, that's it. No toilet, no shower, nothing. If he put some padded walls in here and stuck a straight jacket on me I wouldn't be surprised. My anger boils over the more I look at it. I turn to face him.

"What the fuck is this. It's worse than a damn prison cell." I say, anger evident in my voice. He seems to think it's funny and smirks a little, just then I want to slap him until he doesn't have lips to smirk with.

"This is home now, you could call it therapy in some ways I guess. Oh and you now have to earn the right to shower, but we're not as harsh as to make you piss your self. This here," Four points at a small drain in the corner opposite my bed. "Is where you can do your business." I feel a blush spread across my face. This is hell, I think I'd rather fight Eric then live here. Come to think of it I would probably prefer this.

"This is torture you know." I say, my voice shaking a little at the tears I'm trying to hold back. Four seems to notice and it almost looks like his features softens a bit, but then he's back to being an asshole.

"Not my problem you can't control you anger. I'll be the only instructor you have. We finish training each day when I say we finish. Got it?" He says, raising his eyebrows. That's it, I won't take it; I seem to take him off guard when I duck out of the door and bound down the halls, I have no idea where I'm going but it doesn't matter. Soon enough I'm tasting the dirt of the floor as Four has tackled me to the ground, my elbows slamming down hard.

"This, isn't a game. It's your last chance. If you don't coöperate with me then the next step is Eric taking my place. I really don't think you want one on one training with him, do you?" Four says to my ear. He has a leg on both side of my body, I twist and then realize that he's straddling me.

"What?" I say, as the question got lost in my mind. He repeated himself and I made it clear with the shake of my head that I certainly didn't want Eric training me.

The first night in the shit hole of a room is horrible, when I look at my watch it's 3:00AM, only two hours until training. With the realization of only having two hours sleeping I nod off, just to try to get some sort of rest.

The sharp sound of the door opening awakes me. I can't get out, but anyone can get in. But it's just Four, standing in steel cap boots, black pants and a tight fit black top which I think I stare a little to long.

"Up. We're going for a run." He commands.

"Correction, you're going for a run." I say defiantly.

Without a word he grabs my mattress and tips the whole thing, me included, upside down. I growl a little in agitation, but I get up.

We don't eat, well at least I don't, he probably ate before he came to get me. I am now running around the training center, which may I say is fucking huge! I feel like I might vomit and stop for a moment. Four is shouting at me from the sidelines to get my ass moving, but I can't, if I move then I may pass out. With my hands on my knees bending over I see a pair of black boots.

"Did I say you could stop?" Fours voice rings. I am so fed up of his crap, it wasn't my fault I got stuck in here, It's not my fault the instructors are crazy. At that point I lose my shit, next thing I know I barrel into Four taking out is legs, only for a split second I have the upper hand before he wraps an arm around my waist and restrains my arms, I'm on my knees and he has the front of his right leg crushing down on my calfs. I scream slightly at the pain.

"controlling your anger is the key to winning against you opponents." He huffs in my ear. Our faces are so close that I see that his eyes aren't just blue, they have a slight bit of green and brown mixed as well. Wait what! A second ago I wanted to kick this guys ass, now I'm day dreaming about his eyes; hold it together Tris. He slowly releases his grip on me like when you let a wild animal go after it's been treated. I stand to face him tilting my head slightly.

"I can't do it. Just give me Eric and let him train me to death. I really am just wasting your time." I confess in utter defeat, slumping my shoulder over looking at the ground. To my utter surprise he places a finger under my chin and forces my eyes to look at him.

"It isn't a waste of time. It's just going to take time." Four says in such a soft voice I almost don't recognize it. Wait, is he leaning towards me? I feel like he's about to kiss me but instead he clears his throat and walks past me, our shoulder brushing sending a jolt of, something, through me. What was that.

"Front and center on the mats." He says back in his instructor voice. We practice different fight tactics and dodges until even he is looking slightly weak.

"Alright, take five." Four says reaching for his water bottle. I kick it from his hands and he freezes with surprise.

"So, you learn some stuff and you think your high and mighty ay?" He says with a slight smile. I shoot back a snarky smile challenging him with my eyes. Just like that we're fighting again, somethings different in his moves, a lot more dominant. I swipe a kick to his head but he ducks, catches my leg on its way down then twists it so my back is to him. I hop on one leg feeling stupid until he pulls my leg closer to him, so much so that my back slams into his solid chest. He snakes an arm around my waist and releases my leg. I turn around to face him with his arm still resting on my hip. Both breathing fast, our foreheads touching. It's so intense and have to say something. But before I can someone else speaks.

"Strange bit of fighting there Four." We spring apart, because Eric is now walking up to us, Peter flanking him.

"Why don't we play a little game. My champion vs yours?" My heart speeds up because I know I am not nearly ready enough to defeat Peter.

"Well we've worked pretty hard today. I've pushed her over her limit and I think we are about to hang up the towel for the day." Four replys deadpan. Eric does a wicked smile.

"Oh come on stiff, I might show you a thing or two." Peter chimed. This was making me feel pretty pissed off that he thinks he's so much more superior to me; I let my anger decide my decision.

"Fine, I don't mind kicking the shit out of your to big of a mouth." I say almost spitting the words out. I feel Fours stare on me but I'm already moving to the mat as is Peter.

Four and Eric stand at the side. I take position, we close the gap between us and he moves first gabbing lazily at my face. I dodge it and swipe at his legs almost making him tumble but not quite.

"Learned some new stuff have you?" Peter says, a pathetic attempt at distracting me. I don't answer. I take my elbow straight to his cheek bone, he's surprised but covers up well. Then without notice his heel smacks straight to my chest bone; I fly onto my back heaving for air. What a foul shot. He's on top of me already with both hands around my neck cutting off what little air I could swallow. Then to my utter disgust he licks up the length of my neck to my lips. Then he's gone. I breath once again and look at what had happened. Four had Peter by the collar and was screaming at him.

"What was that! That is not fighting, that s some sort of sadistic game!" Peter seems to be smirking, smirking! I understand it now, they did this on purpose just to get to Four, but why? I get up and place a hand on Fours arm, his muscles twitching at the contact. I know he sees in my eyes that I'm trying to tell him something so he flings Peter across the room and confronts Eric, not exactly what I was trying to say.

"You just focus on training your initiates and I'll focus on mine." Four says walking past Eric almost barging him. I follow after. What just happened?

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