At lunch we go to eat with Ash and his friends. Eric doesn't seem to be around. I sigh, a bit disappointed. I sit next to Tyler and we start talking about how training is going.

"How long until we get to the second part?" I ask Ash

"Well.. You've been here for..." He starts counting on his fingers.

"4 days" I help him. Even when he was still in Erudite, he couldn't count for shizzles.

"Right. So you have 6 weeks of training. Means you still have 5 whole weeks until the end. So maybe about 3 until the next stage." He explains

"Hey nice math!" I tease him as Leecha shoves him playfully. Ash blushed a bit then brushes it off.

"Then usually do 4 weeks physical and 2 mental" Explains Tyler.

"Where's Reid by the way?" Asks Ash, probably trying to change the subject.

"Oh he's at the infirmary. He took a nasty beating." Answers Leecha as she takes yet another piece of cake.

"You. Are going to get fat if you continue!" I laugh at her.

"Naaah, i'll be just fine" She winks "How's you leg?"

"Pretty sore. But the medicine is working wonders. I really don't get how our ancestors did without those miracle pills"

"Dunno" Shrugs Zeke. "Who beat up Reid?" He asks.

"Me" I answer spontaneously.

"You beat Reid in hand to hand combat?" Asks Tyler, obviously chocked.

"Yeah why?" I frown, not liking where this discussion is going.

"But he is so much taller than you!"

"Didn't seem to bother her" Steps in Leecha. Thank god I have a female friend in here. Dauntless boys are capable of being such chauvinists. Feels good to have someone on your side.

"INITIATES" We hear somone shout on top of us. Everyone raises their head and starts banging on the tables with their cups. On tops of us we see a group of men gathered on a ledge, overhanging the Hall.

"We all take great pride into the initiate's program each year. Transfers, stand up!" I look around the room and slowly raise up as the five others do. Sad Reid's missing this.

"You have been training for almost a week now. We can officially proclaim it. Welcome, to Dauntless!" As he finishes, as clamor raises from the crowd. I smile as I see Ash taking Leecha on his shoulders. Someone lifts me up to. tyler laughs and I scream my lungs out, feeling like I finally belong.

After a huge fight exploded between two Dauntless born initiates, we go back to the practice room. Never have I been to impatient to try something new. We enter and immediately see the Plexiglas figures lines up near the wall and a red line a few meters away. I walk up to the table and let my hand run across the blades, feeling the cold metal under my fingertips.

"Careful, you might cut yourself" Startled, I turn around too fast and my index rips against one of the knives.

"Now look at what you made me do!" I cry out, more mad than actually in pain. Eric smirks and whispers in my ear as he walks by

"Told you" Damn that asshole. In my fit of rage, I throw a left punch at his temple. He catches my fist right before it reaches destination.

"REALLY?" I shout, not trying to contain myself anymore.

He gazes right into my eyes. Damn those eyes... Why must they be so grey? So cold and yet so hypnotizing? I exhale loudly.

"What was that?" He asks, his voice shaking with anger. I can see I've made a mistake. Why must I act all crazy and not think straight when I'm around him. He closes his hand on my fist, pressuring my already cut finger. I can feel the blood oozing out of the wound and dripping on our sleeves.

"I'm sorry. It will never happen again" I say, looking down, trying ti retain myself from fighting my hand out of his. It does start to seriously hurt. I can feel his stare a few seconds more before he releases my hand and walks away. Amazing. Now I'm on his death list. So much for trying to seduce him.

The rest of the initiates just stared at the scene, silently. As I bring my finger up to my mouth to suck the blood of, Christina comes over.

"Are you okay?" She asks, worried.

"I'll be fine, thanks" I reassure her.

"Looks like you're his punching ball this year. I was in your shoes during my training." She says with a sympathetic smile. "He'll get over it, don't worry too much, just hold on"

As we start throwing practice, I manage to hit the center of the target twice in my first ten attempts.

"STOP, EVERYBODY STOP" We hear shout behind us. "First jumper, in front of the target."

I swallow my saliva with difficulty. It almost tastes like blood. I walk over and stand in front of the target. As I take a deep breath, I notice Eric grabbing a set of knives. What is going on?

"If you flinch, just once, you're out." Everyone in the room gasps. I try to stay calm and rationalize. He's a trained Dauntless leader, he wouldn't do that if he was unsure of what would be the outcome. My eyes flicker even though my heart rate is normal. I can't help but be a bit afraid. Eric bends his knees and looks at me with a killer glance. Okay, maybe he does have the right to kill recruits. But that would defeat the purpose of training them, so why? I breathe slowly in and out and just wait. Eric throws the first knife. I hear it nailing itself about 30 cm from my knee. How nice. He smirks and throws a second one, about 10 cm of my right shoulder. Really? The third one lands right at the crease of my waist, between my ribs and my arm. As I inhale deeply, I see the murderous look in his eyes is gone. Now he only portrays extreme concentration. I see the knife gushing through the air and hear a loud crack as it lodges itself in the target. Eric looks down and yells "Practice adjourned for an hour." I let out a long sigh realizing I held my breath for that last one. I bring my hand up to my left shoulder and feel for a wound.

"Thanks for nothing" I spit out as I walk away

"Kye." I turn around immediately. Did he just use my name? "Last warning" He grunts. "Another stunt like that, and you're out." I nod before I run out of the room. How could I ever think he was interested?

I go in the pit and try to find Christina. She isn't far

"Christina, can I talk to you for a minute?" she nods and we both walk a bit further away

"What's up?"

"Why is Eric like that?" I ask, not really sure why I went to Christina for confidence.

"He's a dickhead. No other explanation. He did the same to a girl in my year. Would you like to speak to her?"she smiles at me

"I don't want to bother..."

"It's okay Kye, she'll be happy to meet you." I nod. What other choice do I actually have? I follow Christina as we walk through the Pit and we plunges inside the white stoned labyrinth. We arrive in front of a sealed door with a numpad. Christina unlocks it and we both walk in. It's a room full of computers, tech boards and other hardware. I look over at a wall and see a map of the city. What is this place?

"Welcome to intelligence!" Greets a girl with long blond hair as she walks over. "I'm Tris, you must be Kye!" She smiles, I shake her hand and follow her to a desk. We both sit and she smiles at me once again. She looks to be about Christina's age though she is taller. She looks fairly simple in comparison to most of the Dauntless members. She doesn't have a lot of tattoos nor piercings, and no wild hair either. I suddenly think about me. Maybe I did go a little over the top as a transfer recruit.

"How do you know my name?" I ask, unable to think of anything else to say

"Christina talked a bit about you."

"Oh" Is all i manage to answer.

"so Eric is torturing you?" She invites me to start talking.

"He used me as a human target just a few minutes ago! Ad he said that next time I do something wrong, I'll be cut" Tris frowns, visibly unhappy.

"Is he ever going to stop traumatizing transfers?" She asks to Christina who's behind me. I don't hear her answer, she probably just shrugged.

"Is he serious when he says that?"

"Sadly, yes. I almost got cut because I lost a fight" Chocked I open my eyes widely.

"Don't worry though. you're ranked first for the moment. so he can't just decide to throw you out like that." Says Christina patting my shoulder. I shriek, feels like she just stung me with a needle.

"What's up with your shoulder?" Asks Tris as Christina tries to delicately move my t-shirt out of the way.

"Looks like a cut" Answers Tris. I bit my lip. Wasn't I wounded enough? Di he really have to do that only for his personal pleasure?

"I want to kill him" I mutter as I let the two women take care of it.

After that, I go back to my room, change into some skinny jeans and a simple tank top and walk back to the training room.

Eric didn't show up this time. Good. I definitely do not want to see his face again today. We go to eat dinner, and because I feel exhausted, I go to bed right away. No, I didn't want to go in a pub with Reid, ever again.