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Chapter 4; The Fight

The next morning I walk into the training room and see the list. We have to fight each other to rank. I have Will. At least I didn't get Edward or Peter. Edward has been training martial arts and fighting tactics since he was 10. Peter just plays mind games and knows your weaknesses. Will and I are first. I was the first person in the room and after I scroll through the rest of the list the others start flowing in. Tris isn't fighting today. I feel relief flow through me. I don't want to see her taken down and beaten. I don't think anyone would enjoy that, except maybe Eric or Peter.

"Okay listen up. We fight until we can't fight." Eric yells across the room.

Four looks annoyed again.

"Today we will be practicing the tactics we learned against each other." Four says glancing through the initiates. His eyes land on Tris again.

"Al and Will in the ring first." He says as Will and I give each other worried glances.

We walk into the ring in the center of the room.

"What are you waiting for?! Go!" Eric screeches at us.

We start dancing around the ring. Then Will punches me in the jaw. He's faster than me but my punches pack more power. I punch him square in the face. He falls back but stumbles back up. We dance around each other and we both look up at Eric.

"You guys aren't done until one of you is unable to fight!" He scares me.

"Actually, according to the Dauntless rules, one of them can step out." Four says keeping his eyes locked on us avoiding Eric's icy gaze.

"The old rules. Not the new ones." Eric says staring at the side of Fours head but he doesn't acknowledge him.

As if on if que we both but our hands back up and start fighting again. Will gets in more hits but eventually I take him down. He sinks to the ground with his eyes closed. What have I done? I feel like screaming. If this is what Dauntless is about I don't want any part of it. I can't hurt people for no reason. That's not who I am. Or who I want to be. They take Will to the infirmary and I sink against the wall. We sit and watch the other pairs fight. Tris doesn't move. She stays planted in her spot watching the others fight. I think she is planning her moves. She looks serious. She is beautiful. And in this moment, she looks innocent.

After all the fighting is over with we go to lunch. I grab a sandwich and sit with Christina and Tris. They can tell I feel terrible. Maybe if I make myself seem helpless they will try and comfort me. I already know they can hear me at night. But that wouldn't be right. Using them to make myself feel better.

Christina has bruises all over her face. She faced Molly and couldn't take it. She got knocked unconscious as well as Will.

Before I know it we are back in the training room. Instead of guns on the table like yesterday there are knives.

"Okay, when I say go everyone is going to grab three knives and you are going to try and hit the target. Pretty simple? First I will demonstrate." Four picks up his knives and has a stare down with the board. I think I zone out as I am watching Tris but when I look back there are three knives in the center of the target.

Four looks back at us, crosses his arms and says, "Go."

I scramble to grab knives and we all line up.

I try and try to hit the target, each one hitting the wall behind it. They fall to the floor.

Tris is the first one to hit the target. Four looks impressed. I am going to fail initiation. Soon I am the only one who hasn't hit the target and everyone's eyes are trained on me.

Eric is standing beside me now as I throw another knife. It clatters to the floor.

I look back at him. "Again." He says his eyes locked on mine.

The other two clatter to the floor the same as the first.

"Go get them." Eric says not moving.

Suddenly everyone stops throwing and I move to get them.

"Did I tell the rest of you to stop throwing?!" He yells into the room.

They all hesitate.

"You want me to go out there and possibly get stabbed?!" I don't understand.

"Scared?" He smirks.

"Of getting stabbed? Yes, I am!" I am furious now.

"I guess you better hope they have better aim than you. Now move."

"No." There is no way I am getting stabbed because of Eric.

"Stop throwing." He says to the initiates.

"Go stand in front of the target." Oh god.

"Four! Could you help me out?" Four looks bored.

"Is this necessary?" He is going to throw knives around me.

"I am the boss. Remember?" Eric smiles at Four. Not a kind smile. An icy, cold, fake one.

I close my eyes as Four raises his arm when I here someone running. I open them to see Tris run into the room again and yell stop.

I am not paying attention. I am not here. All I catch is Tris saying something about him being a bully and that she is taking my place. I move back to the other transfers. I don't watch what happens. I know that Four won't hit her. I face the wall and I leave.

Tris sacrificed herself for my dignity. In other words. I just got saved by a tiny, Abnegation girl. A weak, helpless one that I am supposed to be protecting.