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Chapter Four

"Wake up!" I yell as I hit a metal bar against the railing, "Time to wake up!"

Some groan, getting up half-way before falling down again. I huff and roll my eyes. It's only 6:30! Not actually that early. They're a bunch of whiny little gits if you ask me.

Today, I'm wearing a similar outfit. Black vest – this one with the words 'Keep On Going' on, black three-quarter length leggings, black stud earrings and navy sneakers. No choker this time as it restricts movements. My silver hair is in a pony-tail that goes down to the middle of my back. Of course, I have the same make-up on.

"You have half an hour to get dressed, eat and be at the training room."

I walk out the door when I hear a scream. Sprinting, I rush back in. I scan the room quickly yet nothing seems to be amiss. I hear sobs coming from the bathroom. I make my way in there, pushing past waking initiates.

As I arrive, I notice a girl huddled on the floor.

"Why did you scream," I ask irritated.

"I – I look so – so… so bad!" she sobs.

I have to restrain myself from punching the lights out of her. I hate people like this. Always going on about their appearance. Have they ever considered that some things in life are more important?

"What's your name?" I ask.

"K-Kaila."

"Well then, Kaila. Do explain to me why you look bad."

"I have no make-up on! My hair isn't curled! Oh God, my nails have chipped!" she shrieks.

"Shut up you little Airhead. An appearance doesn't mean too much. Here in Dauntless, fighting for others is the most important thing," I lean in cruelly, "So just run along and don't be so vain."

All she does is continue to sob. I look away, disgusted. If this is the standard of the transfers this year, I might have to ask to switch to the Dauntless-born. At least they'd profit from the training.

As I've already had breakfast – ages ago – I jog to the training room. I set up the knives on the table. The last person who arrives will get the worse ones. Some are meat cleavers! No balance in them and certainly not good for scoring with.

After that, I grab my reinforced punching bag. After I finished my initiation, I ordered a new one. This one is extremely heavy as it has weights inside it. The hook is also stronger. I really hope this one doesn't break like all the others did.

I set to work, punching, kicking and jabbing. My reflexes (amazingly) have increased. I'm almost twice as fast. I lose myself in attacking the bag. Every hit sends the bag swinging high in the air.

The initiates are slowly trickling in. Funnily enough, Anna and Riley are the first ones here. At five minutes to seven, they run in clutching their stomachs.

Some are spotting me straight away. The more… dozy ones don't see or hear me at all, which is rather incredible due to the amount of noise I'm giving off. With a vicious grin on my face, I decide to amend that.

I wait impatiently until all the initiates have arrived. By the time the girl from before – Kaila? – has arrived, it is 7:15. I frown, still sending the bag swinging.

Time to make them jump.

I jump in the air, completing a quick roundhouse kick on the bag. To my amazement, it doesn't break. All the sleepy initiates who hadn't previously noticed me snap their heads up at the racket it makes. They all look like they've seen a ghost!

"I honestly don't know how you lot didn't know I was here," I drawl, "Punching bags make a very loud noise."

Most of them look down at the ground. I sigh as I massage my head with my fingers. These initiates are giving me a headache already. I woke them up so that they'd have plenty of time as well! Yet most were late.

"Will the last person to arrive please come to the front."

Kaila struts forwards, head held high as if it is something to be proud of. I snort mentally at how ridiculous she looks. Her black hair is held in a floppy bun that would be perfect for someone to pull on in a fight. She has far too much red lipstick on and her eyelashes were clumped with bad mascara. As for her clothes… well, I'm not going to even go there.

"The rest of you may go and collect three knives each."

She looks startled. I don't know why. Has she realised what I've done? Maybe I should give her some more credit.

"You're going to give me the horrible knives," she accused me.

Oh my! She actually realised my intentions! Well, that's a first. Maybe one of many – I hope not.

"Loudmouth, I don't think you can accuse me of anything," I say cruelly.

"I think she is able to beat you up so maybe she can do and say what she wants," the very-annoying-prick-who-for-some-reason-hasn't-said-anything-before-this smirks.

I growl as I walk slowly towards him.

"I've had enough of you, ya loudmouth prick!" I hiss, "So why don't you go ahead and shut up!"

"Hmm," he fake-thinks for a bit, "No, I don't think I will thanks."

I back up a little, watching as his smirk grows.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I clap my hands together, "We have a volunteer!"

He looks panicked. With wide eyes, he glares at me. Ha! As if that puny look would scare me! He might have better luck on a bunny.

"Go ahead, Javier. Stand in front of the target, would you?"

As the initiates hadn't grabbed any knives yet (they had been too busy watching our little scene) I snag the best ones. I turn around and see that the git hasn't even moved. I make a little shooing gesture towards him. He is still staring at me though!

Quick as anything, I'm now standing in front of him with a knife pressed to his throat.

"Why don't you just run along now," I whisper.

He staggers back, all the way to the target. He looks so surprised when he hits it that I have a hard time stopping laughter!

"Now, I'm going to be throwing knives at this little prick over here," I call out loudly.

Funnily enough, I hear Anna whisper to Riley, "I think I know why she hates Javier now."

That's an even bigger test – to laugh or not to laugh, that is the question. I manage not to though my mouth twists into a grim smile. These kids can be hilarious! Right now, I'm very conveniently forgetting that I'm only a year older than them…

I crouch into the correct stance, making all my movements slow so the rest can see the proper positioning.

"Make note of my stance, the throwing angle, etcetera," I state.

I steady my arm, leaning back before letting go. The knife lands with a thunk in the wood right next to his head.

"Eyes open, Pansycake."

His eyelids flutter open, revealing dilated pupils underneath. I smirk viciously. The next knife lands just above his head, cutting through gelled up brown hair. The last one lands in between his fingers, slicing through a bit of flesh. Little droplets of blood spoil the pristine floor.

The door creaks open, men's laughter wafting through. I turn my head, spotting Tobias standing there looking shell-shocked. Right beside him is Zeke. As one, their heads turn to Javier's bleeding hand, my vicious expression, then the fear on the transfers faces.

They simultaneously back away slowly, leaving the door to slam shut.

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