A/N: hey guys ! I've finally bought divergent on DVD yesterday and I forgot how much the movie tics me off. I'll still watch it a 1000 times a day though like I do with frozen. Plus school is starting on the second and I don't get to go because I'm done. This seriously depresses me. I'm happy I'm done but I just want another season of volleyball. Anyways sorry this chapter took awhile! Read, review , favourite , follow if you want :)

i don't own divergent.

Eric strides into the training room, looking as vicious as ever. Last night's loss must have been quite a devastating blow to his ego; after all, he's never won against me and it would be a miracle if he ever did. His eyes meet mine in a hard glare , if looks could kill I'd be dead right now. I give him a smug smile and the glare grows more intense if that was possible. I Suppressed a laugh as soon as it escapes my mouth. I quickly compose myself before saying "you never did congratulate me last night."

He was about to reply, but the room filled with sleepy initiates.

"Tomorrow will be the last day of stage one," Eric begins. "You will resume fighting then. Today, you'll be learning how to aim. Everyone pick up three knives, and pay attention while Four demonstrates the correct technique for throwing them."

The Initiates didn't move, to tired to comprehend the instructions that Eric just gave them.

"Now!"

At once, the room is set into motion. Everyone scrambles for daggers while sneaking nervous glances at Eric, fearing that he might explode if they don't move fast enough.

After all the initiates grab their knives , I stand in front of the targets positioning myself and repeat the words in my head that Amar once told me. Eyes on the target, feet apart, and a quick, but strong flick of the wrist. I let the knife go when I breathe out and watch it glide through the air , straight into the bullseye. I throw the next two knives in my hand both hitting the middle circle.

"Line up!" He yells

Once again the initiates scramble and move as quickly as possible to not tic Eric off. He's in one of his moods , where everything irritates him. He's a ticking time bomb and it doesn't take long before he'll blow up.

I walk around the room and watch as the initiates attempt to hit the target , everyone attempted to hit a target but tris. She stands to the side practicing the motions, but never letting the knife go from her death grip.

Of course peter has to notice. "I think the Stiff's taken too many hits to the head!" Peter taunts."Hey, Stiff! Remember what a knife is?"

Tris ignores Peter's jeering and continues without a glance in his direction. Peter, obviously feeling superior, whips his knife confidently in the direction of his target, only to have it fall short a few feet to the left.

"Hey, Peter," Tris taunts back. "Remember what a target is?"

It's been a half hour and all of the initiates managed to hit the target, well all of them but one Al. You can literally see his anxiety level grow higher and higher with each throw. He never does hit the target. Eric notices and is starting to get pissed off, you can literally see the steam come out of his ears. Here it comes the blow up we've all been waiting for.

"How slow are you, Candor?" Eric spits out. "Do you need glasses? Should I move the target closer to you?"

Al's face turns the brightest shade of red, one that would put tomato to throws another knife, but it misses the target by a few feet.

"What was that, initiate?" Eric hisses in his ear.

The entire room is holding their breath. This isn't good.

"It-it slipped," says Al.

"Well, I think you should go get it," Eric says. The room is absent of the thumping of knives hitting their intended targets. He glances around the room, noticing for the first time that every pair of eyes has been trained on him for the past couple of minutes. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Immediately, everyone regains their composure and starts practicing again, trying to ignore the growing tension in the room.

"Go get it?" Al's eyes are full of fear. "But everyone's still throwing."

"And?"

"And I don't want to get hit."

"I think you can trust your fellow initiates to aim better than you." Eric smirks. "Go get your knife."

Usually, Al isn't one to object to anyone's commands, but expect the unexpected right?

"No."

Why not?" Are you afraid?" Eric jeers.

"Of getting stabbed by an airborne knife?" says Al. "Yes I am!"

"Everyone stop!" Eric bellows.

Everyone stops throwing and all eyes are focused on Eric and Al.

"Clear out of the ring." Eric keeps his eyes on Al. "All except you."

The initiates quickly walk to the wall and lean against it.

"Stand in front of the target," says Eric.

Al is shaking as he follows Eric's instructions.

"Hey, Four." Eric looks over his shoulder at me. "Give me a hand here, huh?"

What is he trying to prove?

"You're going to stand there as he throws those knives," Eric says to Al, "until you learn not to flinch."

"Is this really necessary?" I ask, my voice dripping with boredom. I know why Eric chose me to do this instead of himself. His aim is terrible and he'd probably kill him. Plus I know what ever I say has no influence on Eric's decision.

He makes no attempt to cause a scene about my refusal to follow his instructions. Instead, he fixes his beady eyes on me, and I return his glare.

"I have the authority here, remember?" Eric hisses into my ear so quietly that I doubt anyone else can hear him. "Here, and everywhere else."

Of course.

I sigh, I select three knives as Al stands in front of the target. He looks like he is about to soil his pants. There is no way he'll pass without flinching. I position myself to throw, I'm about to release a knife but a voice stops me. "Stop it." I know that voice all to well.

Tris.

Stupid stupid stupid

I glare at her, giving her a look that would say shut-up-tris. But she doesn't catch on.

"Any idiot can stand in front of a target," she continues. "It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice."

"Then it should be easy for you," Eric says. "If you're willing to take his place."

I watch as she walks over to the target, and takes Al's place.

"If you flinch," I warn her slowly, "Al takes your place. Understand?"

She nods.

I draw my elbow back, my heart threatening to burst through my chest, and throw the knife. It plants itself half a foot away from her cheek, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"You about done, Stiff?" I ask.

Tris closes her eyes. "No."

"Eyes open, then." I tap the spot between my eyebrows, making her look at me.

I pull my arm back and send the second knife flying. This one hovering just above her head.

"Come on, Stiff," I say. "Let someone else stand there and take it."

"Shut up, Four!"

Anger and frustration contour my face. Anger because I am trying to help her, not trying to discourage her. She is acting selfless. She is acting like her old faction. They Won't allow that here or anywhere else. She is dauntless now, and her stiff life is something she needs to let go of if she wishes to survive here. I'm frustrated because Eric knows I don't let people talk to me like that. Shauna and Mila already figured out my weakness for her, and to prevent. Eric from knowing I have to hit her.

I send the knife tumbling towards her, and it lands with a thud, right above her ear. She reaches a hand up and I know the knife has found its intended target. I've nicked her ear.

"I would love to stay and see if the rest of you are as daring as she is," Eric says lazily, his anger put to rest momentarily by the unexpected turn of events. "but I think that's enough for today."

I stay rooted to the spot as everyone shuffles around me out of the room and disperses in the hallway. The door shuts behind the last person, and I start towards Tris.

"Is your – " I begin.

"You did that on purpose!" she yells.

"Yes, I did," I mutter. "And you should thank me for helping you."

She grinds her teeth. "Thank you? You almost stabbed my ear, and you spent the entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you?"

"You know, I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!"

"Catch on? Catch on to what? That you wanted to prove to Eric how tough you are? That you're sadistic, just like he is?"

Sadistic. My heart sinks in my chest at her words. She thinks I'm just like Eric.

"I am not sadistic." I say quietly, firmly. "If I wanted to hurt you, don't you think I would have already?"

I stab the knife blade into the table and walk towards the doors in three quick strides.

"I – " Tris yells after me.

I slam the door shut before she has a chance to finish her sentence.

I hear her let out an irritated scream.

I grab a tray of food and head to my usual table, everyone was already there. I take a seat beside Skyler. We haven't spoken since last night when we had our argument, and when I mentally accused her of a sadistic. Everyone at the table were engaging in some kind of conversation of some sorts. Mostly harmless banter.

"I've heard Eric didn't take his loss to well last night." Lauren says, grabbing my attention. "He took it out on the transfers."

"What did he do?" Skyler asks.

"Made four throw knives at one of the transfers"

Everyone states at me. I sigh annoyed and glare at Lauren. She really can't keep nothing to herself.

"Why?"Shauna asks.

"It was knife throwing day. All of the initiates managed to hit the target at least once all except Al. This pissed off Eric and Eric told him to go grab his knife he just threw - which failed to hit the target - he said no and he made me throw knives at him."

"I heard it was the stiff you threw knives at."Lauren says.

"I did. She stood up to Eric and took Al's place."

"Did you hit her?" Skyler asks genuinely concerned.

I nod. "I nicked her ear."

"Is she okay?" Zeke asks.

I roll my eyes. "It's just a scratch. It's not like I cut off her ear."

"Good thing it wasn't Eric who threw them. We would of been "celebrating" a funeral tonight." Zeke chuckles.

Actually two.

If he'd killed tris, I'd have to kill him.

But of course I don't tell them that.

A/N: not all fourtris scenes from the book will happen in here because of skyler. Also do you think I should skip over to the end of initiation and have four flash back to the important scenes? Also there will be no war in this fic.