A/N: Hey y'all! If you guys want an awesome song to just listen to on repeat, (which is what I'm doing right now) then listen to the song Let The Games Begin by AJR. It's a really good song! Sorry. Off topic, I know! Also, please review!

Uriah's P.O.V.

"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second thing is how to win a fight." Four finishes giving everyone a gun, so he stands with his hands behind his back. "Thankfully, if you are here, you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that."

I barely got any sleep last night, and I am tired as hell. I do not dare complain or talk back, but I see that the Candor kid named Peter is not smart enough to figure that out.

"But what,"...Peter yawns, "What does firing a gun have to do with...bravery?" Four says nothing as he grabs an extra gun off of the table next to him and puts the barrel of the gun to Peter's temple.

Peter freezes, lips still parted, as Four clicks the bullet into place. "Wake up," Four snaps. "You're holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it." He lowers the gun, and Peter's eyes harden.

"And to answer your question...you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you know how to defend yourself." Four walks to the end of the row and faces the targets. "This is also information you may need later in stage one. So watch me."

I watch as he aims at the target and fires. The bullet hit dead center. My idiot brother claps his hands. "Let's hear it for my bestie!" he shouts. Four glares at him, but me and Tris cannot just leave Zeke hanging, so we clap, too. Four glares at me, and his stare is so intense, I immediately stop clapping and look down until he looks away.

Why does Zeke want to be friends with him so bad? That is a mystery that may never be solved. I copy Four's stance and aim at the target. I shoot, and when I do, the bullet lands inches from the center. I look over at Tris who gives me a thumbs up. Zeke is leaning over Tris and Christina to give me a high five.

"Woah, dude! Personal space!" says Christina as she socks Zeke in the stomach, and he doubles over in pain as she smirks. Zeke reaches over and lightly taps Christina in the leg with his fist; a horrible excuse for a punch.


Later, Four tells us that it is time for lunch. Tris has only hit the target a few times, and everyone has hit the center at least once. Everyone but Al.

I sit with Tris, Christina, Zeke, and Al, and while Christina is asking Al over and over again whether or not he remembers her, I decide to ask Zeke the one question on my mind: "Hey Zeke! Why do you want to be friends with the Master of Darkness so much?" Tris nods her head in agreement. "I was just wondering the same thing!" she says.

Zeke sighs. "He just seems like a lonely dude, and he needs a best friend. That way, he'll be less of a master of darkness, and more of a person. I also think that I need a best friend, too. No offense, Tris, but I just feel like I need to branch out a little more, like you and Christina." Tris shrugs, and Zeke looks over his shoulder at Four, all alone at one of the tables.

"See! Lonely!" says Zeke, with a look that said "Case closed."


After lunch, Four leads us into a different room, with wooden floors, and a circle painted in the middle. Four demonstrates a few punches both in the air and on the punching bags.

After that, we all practice on the punching bags. I hear Four give Tris tips because she doesn't have any muscle. We all keep practicing, and Four congratulates me on my skill. I don't even know how I got so good.

He finally dismisses us for dinner, but keeps Zeke behind.

Zeke's P.O.V.

"Zeke, you stay here," orders Four. It's time! When the rest of the initiates leave, he leads me to a weird restaurant that only serves beverages. I think it's called a bar. "What kind of drinks do we get?" I ask.

Four smirks. "You'll see," he says. I try another question. "Are they sweet?" I ask. "Oh yeah! They are very sweet," he says, but he doesn't sound serious.

We sit up at the counter, and Four orders two beers. When I asked him what it was, he just replied with, "You'll see."

The dude gives us two bottles, and I sniff it. "Smells like bread!" I exclaim, and everyone in the bar turns to look at me. Four takes a big gulp of his, so he must like it. I count down from three in my head. Three, two, one. I swallow.

"Ugh!" I say when I taste it. "What is that!" Four smirks again. "That, my friend is alcohol," he replies. Suddenly, I forget about the beer. "You called me friend!" I shout, earning more weird looks from other people.

"Why do people drink this stuff?" I ask. Four shrugs. "There are different reasons. Sometimes, it's to forget. Sometimes, it's for a game. Sometimes, it's just something to do. Don't worry, you'll get used to the taste."

I take another sip and force it down. I hope he is right. I look over to my right, and see a dude who looks like he is about to pass out. He stumbles around, saying random stuff, his words slurring together. "He drank too much," explains Four.

He looks over at Four and his eyes widen. "Mooom? Isssat *hic* yooouuu?" he asks. I jump in. "No," I say, then point to a mirror. "That's your mom!" He stumbles over to the mirror, and when he gets there, he starts to have a conversation with his reflection.

I look over at Four, who chuckles. "Y'know what. How about we do this again, tomorrow?" Four asks.