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The next morning I wake up and head to the training room. The initiates are fighting today. I walk up to the old chalkboard and begin to pair them up. I'm not sure who I should put Tris with. I don't want anyone to hurt her; I'm not sure I could watch that. I realize that there is an odd number, so someone would not have a partner. I smile. But she'll have to do it tomorrow. I sigh.

The initiates file into the room.

"Since there are an odd number of you, one of you won't be fighting today," I tell them.

I look at Tris to see her reaction. She looks a little relieved. Then her friend, Christina elbows her and she winces. Her muscles must be sore from yesterday. Mine are. She turns to her and they start talking, but I am too far away to hear what they're saying.

Then Eric walks in the room.

"What are you doing here," I ask him.

"Just here to watch," he tells me, glancing around.

He speaks with authority, like he's somebody important and you should know that. I guess he is, but it still makes me sick the way he acts. I sigh.

"Will and Al," I say and motion toward the arena.

They step in and Al punches Will in the jaw. He is big and has more muscle than Will. He'll probably be the winner. Will knocks Al to the ground and he gets back up, ready for more. They glance at each other for a moment then look to me. They want me to call off the fight and determine the winner, I think. But I just stand there silently with my arms crossed. When they see I'm not going to call it off, the start to circle each other. They're friends, I think; they don't want to hurt the other. They need to get over that though, fast. Especially with Eric staring them down.

"Do you think this is a leisure activity? Should we break for nap-time? Fight each other!" Eric shouts at them.

"But, is it scored or something? When does the fight end?" Al asks.

"It ends when one of you is unable to continue," he answers.

"According to Dauntless rules, one of you could also concede," I say.

"According to the old rules," Eric says to me, narrowing his eyes, "In the new rules, no one concedes."

I'm pretty sure he just made that up. It's stupid. These are our future members, why do we want them to get completely knocked out? Oh, I know why. Because Eric wants to see that.

"A brave man acknowledges the strength of others," I say.

"A brave man never surrenders," he replies.

He raises a heavily pierced eyebrow, daring me to say more. I don't though. I just stare at him for a moment. I can't say anything. He has the authority. It's times like these that I regret not taking his job when I was offered it. I hear Al and Will say something, but I don't catch the words. They start to fight again. Eric turns to watch, smiling. Like a spoiled child who finally got what he wanted after crying about it for an hour. I watch the fight without really seeing it. I have no pleasure in watching them beat each other up. No, I am not sadistic like Eric.

Then Al punches Will in the jaw and he falls to the ground, out cold. I grimace. Al sits down next to him, his eyes wide.

"Get him up," Eric tells him.

Al puts Will's arm around him and carries him from the arena. I walk over to the chalk board and circle Al's name.

"Next up- Molly and Christina!" Eric shouts.

I take Will from Al. He is coming to now, but he's not able to hold his eyes open. I half carry him to the infirmary. I don't want to leave the others alone with Eric. Especially not Tris. I hand Will off to a nurse and turn to leave. I don't come here much, it reminds me too much of my own, many visits to the hospital in Abnegation. A shiver escapes me. I really don't want to go back to the training room. Eric wouldn't do anything terribly awful, would he? He can get away with a lot, being a Dauntless leader, but nothing completely horrific. And I can't exactly just tell him no, even if I was there. I reason with myself and decide not to go back.

I walk back to my apartment and lay down on my bed. I think back to when I was an initiate and how awful the others treated me, because I was from Abnegation. And the Erudite transfers had all heard the rumors about my father; Eric used to taunt me about that so much. I feel the urge to punch something. I hope they're treating Tris better. She seems stronger than I was though; I think it would have little effect on her.

I bury my head into my pillow and groan. Why do I think about her all the time?

I wake up and realize I slept all day, through lunch, and it is now half-way through diner. So I jump up and go to the dining hall. I sit with my friends.

"I told you he wasn't there! He wouldn't have let that happen," Shauna tells Zeke.

A feeling of terror is in my stomach. What is she talking about? Is it the initiates? What did Eric do to them? I shouldn't have left them alone with him. What if, what if he did something to Tris?

"What are you talking about?" I ask them, rubbing my eyes.

"Eric took your class on a little field trip to the chasm," Zeke says.

I drop my fork. I feel my eyes widen.

"He made a girl from Candor hang from the railing. For five minutes."

A girl form Candor, not Tris. Relief floods through me. I can't believe he did this though. It could have been Tris! I shake my head, the poor girl. I wonder what she did that Eric believed to be worth her life.

"She made it," Lauren says, seeing my expression.

"Oh," I say.

"Yeah. So where were you when this was happening," she asks.

"I had to take one of the initiates to the infirmary and I just went back to my room. I didn't want to watch the fights."

"Who did the Stiff go against?" Zeke asks.

I smile wryly.

"Nobody today, there is an odd number. She'll have to fight tomorrow though."

"Oh. Well, we're going to go to the training room. Want to come?"

I nod off the offer.

"Okay, well see ya," she calls as they leave.

I'm finished eating by now. I stand up and look around the room. I want to find Eric. I'm not exactly sure what I'll do when I find him. He still remembers the rumors and he will use them against me. My entire new life here could be destroyed at his will. But that doesn't matter, right now. He held that girl's life in his hands; he didn't care if she fell in the chasm. It would have made no difference to him if she lived or not. And it could have been Tris. She could easily make him mad, with that smart mouth of hers. Next time it could be Tris. No. There won't be a next time.

I walk through the halls and I finally see him. I corner him against the wall so he can't walk away from me.

"I heard what you did," I spit at him.

He appears calm, but I can see a slight scared look in his eyes.

"What exactly did I do?" he asks, playing dumb.

"You know what you did. You made that girl hang over the chasm!"

"So I did."

"You idiot! What was the point of that? To try to kill our initiates before they even become members? Why would you do that?"

"Because, it was entertaining."

This response sends me over the edge. He did it for fun. The sick bastard. I pull back my arm and punch him in the jaw.

I didn't use my full strength; it won't even leave a bruise. He doesn't care though.

"Where did you learn to punch like that? From your father?"

I cringe and punch him again. But he's ready for it this time. He ducks. Then his fist is up and nearly hits my cheek. Suddenly one of the older Dauntless leaders, Max, runs up to us.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouts at us.

We stop and turn to him. Eric opens his mouth.

"I have no idea. He just walked up to me and punched me. I was just standing here, waiting for a friend to meet me," he says.

Lies. Max turns to me and raises an eyebrow. I roll my eyes and wave it off. Then I walk away, heading back to my apartment. I sit down on my bed, still shaking from anger. I just sit there, breathing for a while, trying to calm down. I can't go to sleep. I've slept all day. I decide to go up to the control room and get some work done.