A/N It feels like it has been entirely too long but I swear three days ago was technically a month ago so...

If I were Veronica Roth, then why would I be typing FanFiction in the middle of art class? No. But, I am who I am and the idea for this FanFiction came from my brain. That's why I write in the middle of art class.

Four's P.O.V.

I wake up to Bea whispering in my ear that I should wake up. A smile involuntarily creeps onto my lips when I imagine waking up next to her every day for the rest of our lives; it sounds like Heaven. I lean up to peck her lips. When I pull away, we both smile. I get up with Bea following me to the bathroom. Both of us are fully dressed and have clothes slung across our arms. I pick the shower on one end while Bea picks the one on the other end. I shower quickly; the Dauntless do not provide warm water for their initiates, much like the Abnegation. The difference is there is no warm water that can be found in Abnegation.


"Today we will continue to practice our punches and kicks until lunch. After lunch, you will be fighting." Amar yells when Peter, Al, and Eric walk into the training room. Today, they are a minute early. Apparently they headed his warning.

I am excited for fights and I can tell by the glimmer in Bea's eyes that she is, too.

"Will one of us not be fighting?" Will asks.

"Yes, good observation." Amar answers.

We all begin to punch on a bag and I let the beast's leash a little looser. I can tell Bea does, too, based on the smacking of fists on a bag I hear next to me.


The rest of the group leaves the training room before Amar, Bea, and I do. Bea and I stay back to help Amar put up the punching bags and move the mats out for the fighting. He refuses by saying that we need to eat. After a few minutes of Amar's insisting, Bea and I relent and walk out of the door. We walk a few feet before I get an odd feeling; almost like we are being watched. I turn around to check but find nothing. I continue to walk with that feeling nagging me. Instinctively, I grab Bea's hand⏤ I want to protect her if anything bad happens.

When we are turning into the hallway that goes to the cafeteria, my hand jerks to the side. I stumble to the left and glance at Bea. The hallway is dark, meaning I cannot see much, but I do know Bea is being dragged. My brain goes into overdrive and I wrap my arms around her waist.

"Not the time for a hug, Toby." Bea whispers in a frantic voice.

If I were not so worried, I would probably laugh and admire her ability to joke when something like this is happening. I do not do that, however. Instead, I pick her up, and dig my heels into the, luckily, dry floor.

"Pry the hands away from your arm." I instruct.

She does as told and I hear laughter coming from behind me. The kind of laughter that is not good.

"Ooh, look, two Stiffs touching? Unheard of!" Someone⏤ I quickly realize is Peter⏤ jokes.

That means either Al or Eric is the one grabbing Bea. It is most likely the latter⏤ Al is definitely not that strong. Al must be the one laughing at Peter's 'joke'. Well, I guess it could be Peter, too. I do hear more than one voice.

My feet begin to slip. I soon realize that if Bea manages to pry the hands off her, then both of us will be thrown forward. At times like this, I could really use Zeke and Uri.

My prayers for someone are answers because I hear footsteps pounding on the rock floor. I now realize Bea has been screaming for help. I know those footsteps are not Peter or Al, so I hoep they belong to someone we want.

It must work in our favor because I hear Uriah scream, "Tris" and Zeke scream, "Four."

I put Bea back on the ground when one of the twins run by me. I do not want us to be thrown forward. I hear grunts as punches are being thrown and Bea begins to lurch forward. I grab her around the waist and she turns around and gives me a quick hug.

Right as we turn around to join the fighting, I hear a male voice yell, "What is going on here?" Amar.

"Nothing." Peter⏤ I think⏤ says very quickly.

"Umm humm." Amar replies with sarcasm. "Zeke, Uriah, Tris, Four, one of you explain."

"I heard Tris shouting for help and ran." Zeke and Uri say at the same time.

"We were walking and got dragged into a hallway." I say. Bea nods along with me.

"Okay, have any of you eaten?" Amar asks with a huff.

"No." We all seven answer.

"Great." Amar mutters. "Go get some food and meet me outside the cafeteria door in five minutes. Understand? And do not be late, Eric, Peter, and Al."

"Yes sir." Bea and I say when the twins say, "Sir yes sir," in an official sounding voice with a salute. The others say, "Whatever."

We all hurry to the cafeteria. Uriah, of course, grabs a slice of cake. Bea and I get a bowl of noodles with red sauces and balls of meat that Zeke called spaghetti and meatballs. Zeke gets a slice of pizza and a slice of cake. I could care less about the other three.

"We better go to Amar." I say when we have been eating for three minutes. We probably do not have much time left. Zeke, Uriah, and Tris nod to what I said and follow me out the door.

"Where are we going?" Tris asks when we see Amar.

"Max." Is all he says.

The other three come out a minute and a half later. Amar tells them they are thirty seconds late and reminds them of what he said yesterday.

"Does that mean we are Factionless?" Al asks with complete and utter terror in his voice. Sometimes I wonder how he is even friends with Peter and Eric. Peter and Eric are completely different people than Al. I decide they just want a slave and that is what Al is to them. A slave.

We walk through the compound and up to the building⏤ the Pire, I believe⏤ and knock on a door. "Amar?" Comes a yell form inside. Amar confirms. "Come on in." He sounds irritated.

"Every year." Max says with a shake of his head to Amar. Max motions for us to take the seats the the table he is sitting at. There is not enough room for us around his desk unless we stand.

"Trust me, I know. And somehow its always me that finds the situation."

"So, tell me, initiates, what happened?" Max begins. The room explodes. He whistles, loudly, and tells us to settle down.

"Tris, what happened?"

Bea goes slightly red before explaining. "Four and I were walking to lunch and I felt like we were being followed." I grab her hand under the table so she feels more comfortable. I know she hates being the center of attention. "Right before we turned to go down the hallway the cafeteria is on, I was dragged into the hallway on the other side. Someone's hand was wrapped around my arm and dragging me. I was lifted off the ground by Four and he told me to try and pry the hands from my arm. I did as he said and started to scream for help while doing so. I heard someone say something behind me but I'm not sure what it was.

"I heard footsteps slamming against the rock and prayed it was someone who would help us. Luckily, it was Zeke and Uriah. I was put back on the ground. At that time, it hit me that I would be thrown on the ground when my arm was finally loose. Whoever was holding onto my arm⏤ who I now know was Eric⏤ loosed his hold and I got my arm loose while he was getting punched. I started to fall forward but was caught by Four. Then, Amar came and demanded to know what happened."

Max nods and looks at me. "I agree with what she said. I do not see any point in pretty much quoting her but in my point of view." I say. Max nods in understanding and looks to the twins.

"We heard Tris screaming so we ran and punched these idiots." They say in unison. They amaze me with that sometimes. Max nods.

"Why?" Max asks looking in Eric, Peter, and Al's direction.

"You don't think it's strange that two Stiffs are doing so well on the second day of initiation?" Eric asks.

"No, I don't because if they are doing so well then they obviously are working hard." Max says. "That's what I like to see in Dauntless, hard workers. Unlike the three of you who apparently think it is okay to torture two people just so you can be at the top. By the way, that is never going to happen because the three of you are out. Right now. Go get your things and leave. Right. This. Minute." By the end, he is yelling.

"But-but-" Eric begins.

"No buts." Max says.

"Please?" Peter asks.

"No." Max says.

"I promise we were only going to ask them to help us out." Eric says. The way he says it, I actually kind of believe him.

"Really?" Max asks.

Peter nods. "We thought they might help us. Do you seriously think we think we think could beat them up?" Peter asks.

"Al?" Max asks.

"It's all true."

"I know our methods sound bad, but we knew the would never be able to get them to talk to us if we didn't, you know... kinda drag them." Eric says.

Tris and I sit there wide-eyed not believe a word they say. Sure, they look believable and innocent, but since when does that mean anything? And the thing is, I think Max believes them.

"Okay, one more chance, but if I hear of you guys being reckless, late, or doing anything anywhere close to what you did today, then you are gone. There will be none of this. Understand?" Max concludes.

"Understand." Eric, Peter, and Al say all at once.

"Okay, get outta here." Max commands.

I am shocked.

A/N I should've given that a cliffhanger but I wanted to make up for this being late and the fact that it was SUPER boring at first. But next chapter will be first fight!

I will probably update Thursday but if not it will be the week after next because I'm going on a weekend trip the weekend after school gets out.

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-T