Why hello.
How's your day been. Well actually week, cuz I haven't updated in a while. So sorry.
Well, now I'm back with another chapter! So be happy! And guess what!? I'm reading TFIOS (The Fault in our Stars) and I almost cried in class! I was at the part (***SPOILER'S ALERT***) when Gus tells her about his body being a Christmas Tree and how they found Cancer everywhere. :'(
Well! Hope everyone likes this chapter... hopefully I'll update tthis weekend... maybe. Depends on how many reviews.
Okay! Here it goes!
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Divergent! Veronica Roth does! And if this was her, I'd stop writing fanfiction and get on to Allegiant.
***Four POV***
Thankfully, I got Tris into the group with Eric and Conner. Not Ethan.
I wasn't even paying attention to the world. She was stuck on my mind. It was weird that in this one day, one girl, could make so many changes. I didn't even know her.
Or did I.
I don't know. Lately I haven't known anything. All I've known is pain. And I've been thinking about being factionless. Better than this hell hole.
But there are still so many battles to be won. Bets to be settled. And arguments to triumph.
So many things to do.
But no inspiration to accomplish them. Not one.
But I might have found one. I haven't found a reason since Bea. And I had to leave her. Leave her for the devil. Then I wanted to be factionless. But I knew I had to be patient.
You have to use a worm to catch a trout.
And I had to leave Bea, but that meant I could leave Marcus. How selfish I was.
How selfish I am.
"Transfers." None of them listened. I grabbed the gun from my waistband and shot at a 45° angel upwards. They hesitated as they turned.
"You will not be afraid of a gun. You CANNOT be afraid of a gun. Everyday, every week, every month, you will use guns. Tough or weak. We don't care. You will learn to shoot a gun, be familiar with it, and learn to love it as if it were your mother."
A Candor snickered.
"You. Candor. Name." He gave a worthless smirk and shook his head slowly.
"So your telling us, that if we are using guns everyday, that's all we're learning? So, basically if we don't have guns, we're useless?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Did I say that's all we're learning?!" He shook his head painfully. "You didn't answer me either, Candor. What. Is. Your. Name." At every word I stepped closer. Making him step back till he hit the wall.
"Ashton." I wished that was my name. So Dauntless. Ash was in the name. Fire. More like the remains of a fire.
"Do not get on my bad side. Ashton." I tilted when I whispered his name.
"As I was saying. This place is known as the Pit. You will eat here. Shop here. Fight here. Anything else, is of your responsibility." I yelled in my instructor voice.
We walked to the training rooms.
"Transfers! This is the Training room. All Transfer Initiates will train here, to the left is the shooting range. In front of you is the physical training room."
"In the first level, Transfers will fight one another and compete for 1st place, 2nd, 3rd etc., in level two you will test the mental ability of yourself in a simulation serum. You will be timed and tested to how you react to the simulation and how many fears you have."
"What place did you get?" An Erudite girl. She had small hazel eyes. Long brown hair. Not very typical for Erudites.
"1st."
"And you landed a job like this?! A TRANSFER trainer?" Ashton. I really wanted to pretty much wrig out his neck like a rag.
"Yes, and if it's not your problem, because the government, is the worst place, in hell."
"Moving on."
Hey guys! I'm sorry it was short, but this time you won't have to wait so long for another chapter.
I have a few options for you guys.
-Do you want longer chapters bit as often, or shorter chapters more often?
-Should I do Conner POV's?
-Should I make Uriah be just like Uriah, name and all. Or have a guy with the same attitude, just a different name?
Okay! So please comment want you want! Till next time!
-Lana
