*Kate P.O.V.*

This morning, Will chose his nifty megaphone to not only wake us up, but half of the goddamn compound too. Today's a great day. I get up and in seconds, my skinny jeans and black top are on and I'm lacing up my boots. Charlotte still isn't up, and James and I quietly sign to each other our way of waking her up. That girl sleeps like a log. She wouldn't wake up if there were an earthquake. We both put our hands to our ears and yell as loudly as we can that she better get up soon or else her ass will get first class in the chasm. She jumps out of bed, her blonde and purple hair flying as her butt lands on the cold floor. Her expression gets a laugh out of all the initiates in the room, including myself. For a second, I feel bad until she pushes me so hard that I too,land on my ass. The difference between her and I is that I'm wearing pants and people can consequently not see my bubblegum pink underwear that says, ''kiss my ass'' on them. She gets up, pulls down the XXL T-Shirt off and starts changing. Everyone goes silent and she says, ''What?''

James yells, ''If i see something I haven't seen before I'll toss a dime.'' I'm laughing so hard my ribs hurt and I have to sit down. Sasha says, before he can stop himself, ''Cool ink.'' He looks embarassed and I look at my sleeves and notice that my shirt hiked up when I sat down. My owl and wolf are visible. I'm not sure what to respond, so I say,

''Thanks.'' Well, this is awkward. He looks uncomfortable and Jane shoots him a reproachful look that seems to say ''you're socializing with the enemy. Keep it up and you're an outcast too.''

I want to hurt her. Badly. If he likes my tattoos, he can say so, right? Charlotte mutters ever so softly, ''Freedom of expression.''

Jane whips around and says, ''What? What's that?''

''It means what the name says. You're free to express yourself. Thus the name. Idiot.''

I'm laughing, Jame is laughing and Sasha is suppressing a smile.

''I think Kate has balls for getting a tattoo on our second day of initiation. They must mean something interesting, and the person who did them is really talented. You haven't got jack to say about her because we passed the parlor twice and you saw others getting some and didn't say shit about wanting one. You're scared, and that's a fact.'' I'm really stunned at this. Sasha, the guy that hates my guts, took my defence? Maybe... Maybe... he can sit with us today? Blaze won't like it, that's for sure.

Who cares? He's earned my respect.

''The hair dye is cool too.'' he adds.

Charlotte thanks him and we all laugh. Oh shit. We're late. Before I start running, I tell Sasha to come eat with us. Charlotte and James agree, and we all sprint towards the cafeteria. I plop down next do Skye and in front of James. Shadow joins us today. Charlotte's gonna be happy, I think to myself with a smirk. She sits next him and James sits at the end of the table. Sasha joins us and Blaze tells him to go away in a less polite way and I recount the tale of this morning. Blaze doesn't look totally convinced, but he lets it go.

We eat muffins and toast, again, but with different jams. It's filling, but it tastes the same. Hey, I'm not complaining. Once again, much better than plain Abnegation foods. Yeah, we eat toast. With butter. Butter sucks. I prefer raspberry jam anyday to plain old butter.

Blaze has dark circles under his eyes and is clutching an aluminium can that he drinks from.

''Whatcha drinking?'' Charlotte asks, beating me to it.

''My brother gave me an energy drink.''
''What for?'' Ha, beat her to it this time.

''I didn't sleep.''
''You have a brother?'' Charlotte asks questionningly.

''His name's Griffin, he's 20.''

Sasha speaks up, ''He was at the Choosing Ceremony, wasn't he? He's a Dauntless leader, right?''
''And how do you know that?''he responds brutaly. Sasha doesn't have time to respond because Charlotte looks at her watch and yells that we're gonna be late if we don't hurry up. We get to our training room as Will is putting the finishing touches on the fights that'll happen today.

Charlotte : Sasha

James : Leah

Kate : Jane

Oh, this is gonna be good. I finally get to break her nose again. I've ached to do it more than once yesterday. James will probably beat Leah in a matter of seconds, but I'm scared of what the outcome of the Charlotte v.s Sasha fight. Will she beat our new friend? Will we lose a newfound friendship? The thought of Charlotte losing seems unbearable and i shiver with excitement and fear at the thought of the brawl. Will shows us a few techniques and we practice on a punching bag that seems to have been used since the beginning of time. After a while, Will calls up James and Leah to fight.

Leah asks, ''When do we stop?''
''When one of you cannot keep going anymore.'' Will replies with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

They both put their fists to their faces in a blocking manner and shuffle around a bit. Leah is trembling as she throws the first punch. James' hand shoots up, blocks her punch and bends her arm in such a way that she has no choice other than to fall to floor, unless she wants it broken. He kicks her in the ribs without a second look and sits on her, blocking her airway. She throws a punch to his face and gets him on the cheek. He cries out but doesn't budge. I was right; James is a good fighter. He pins her arms under her body and just waits. She's crying and kicking him. One of her kicks ends up getting him in the shoulder and he goes limp for a second, then gets back up again. Leah uses his split seconds of weakness to get back up and kick him. He dodges the kick and tugs, hard, on her leg. She falls and hits her head on the mat. Shit. She's unconscious. This fight was fast. Less than two minutes. Wow. He works fast. James is panting hard and slightly tapping Leah's face to get her to come back. She's bleeding now, a long stream of blood that's coming from the back of her head. Will is signaling for James to pick her up and bring her to the infirmary. Again.

''Kate. Jane. You're up.'' His voice is clear, but there is no relish this time. I reluctantly walk to the middle of the fighting mats, my boots hitting the floor with each step that I take. We position ourselves and Will is signaling for us to start, but I don't hear anything, the buzzing in my ears is too loud. We shuffle around a bit and Jane hits my left arm. Well, tries to. I block and get back into my blocking position, fully alert. She tries again and I drop to the ground and come back up again. Another parry, and this time I throw a punch to her stomach. She wasn't expecting it and stumbles back, out of breath. I kick her behind her knees, and she falls to the ground. She sweeps the floor with her leg and makes me fall too. I'm up again in a flash. She will not win. Not while I'm alive, she won't. I kick her, hard, while she's still on the floor. My parents, what would they think of me kicking someone when they're down? My dad may or may not urge me on, but my mother would probably hit me so hard I'd see stars or scold me like there's no tomorrow. Or maybe she would just have the disappointed look she had when I didn't give a Factionless woman my sandwich, or when I didn't give my seat to the Candor man when I was eight. I was eight! My parents are out of the picture now. So I kick as hard as I can and aim for her ribs. I hear her cry out, and I feel what Will felt when he punched the Factionless man. I feel power. The only way I can win this fight is by cheap shotting her. I punch her nose that I broke yesterday again. She's writhing on the floor from the pain and blood is seeping out of the open wound.

The old Abnegation in me kicks in and I'm at her side, apologizing. I try to calm her as I'm getting ready to carry her to the infirmary. She's crying and I'm apologizing and she's bleeding from her broken nose again. Suddenly she gets up, whipes the blood off her face and punches me in the face. I'm too surprised and that almost costs me my victory. She kicks me in the side, then in my stomach, then punches my face again. And again, and again, until the last thing I see is the light on top of the rock that forms our training room. Beautiful, peaceful light. I don't think anymore. The last thought I have is that Jane won and I lost before I let the darkness and the pain pull me under.

*Charlotte P.O.V*

''NO. KATE. NO NO NO KATE COME ON. COME ON. WAKE UP.'' I'm yelling as I slap her face. This isn't possible, she can't have lost. Jane is in some deep shit when Kate wakes up. Will is stunned, and he's white as a ghost. Kate's shirt hikes up a bit and I see that the skin that should normally be white is a deep purple and that her face is that color too. Jane is looking at Sasha with a look of sick glee. Suddenly, Kate's arm moves and she's up again. Impossible. That's impossible. She was unconscious, she can't have come back that quickly. She gets up, positions herself and tackles Jane from behind. She's yelling now.

''YOU FUCKING LIAR. I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT. I ACTUALLY FELT BAD FOR A MOMENT. YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT FROM ME AGAIN YOU STUPID ASS BITCH.''
Each word sentence is punctuated by a punch to the face. I was wrong. Kate is as abrasive as Blaze is.

*Kate P.O.V.*

Nobody beats me. I thought I could cheap shot my way out of this? She's going to hell for that. I guess that's what brought me back out of my unconscious. The notion that she would win by cheating. It took all the strength that I had to move my arm, to get up. Back tackling her was the best way I could get back at her, so that's what I did. She totally didn't expect it. After that, the pain didn't register in my brain, just the feeling that I wanted to hang her guts on a clothes line. When I was done, her face was even more visually fucked than it was before. Will had such a proud look on his face.

James came back and was given the task to, yet again, bring Jane to the infirmary. What will they think? James was about to kill Will when he sent him off again.

Will said, ''Charlotte. Sasha. You're next. In terms of entertainement, you have a lot to surpass.''

My stomach rumbled with angst and excitement.