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Sorry this one is late...

I also just wanted to thank all the people that are still reading this fanfic.

Thank You to those that are still hanging around, it's going to start picking up.

Now let's get a look at Tris's first fight ^_~

When Tris walked into the training hall the first thing she spotted made her pale, Peter's name was next to hers on the board.

Christina came up beside her, "Oh no." She said as she too saw who's name was next to Tris'. "Maybe he'll go easy on you." She tried to reassure her.

"Hn." Is all Tris could muster as a reply.

"Maybe you can just take a few hits and pretend to fall unconscious?" Suggested Al, "No one would blame you."

"Yeah." She sighs, "Maybe".

Tris had no hope of beating him. He was almost a foot taller than her and his fighting style was the epitome of cruelty.

They started on the bags like the previous day and all too quickly, they were called over to the ring.

The first fight was between Edward and Molly. Everyone knew she was going to lose, everyone except Molly herself. She was strong but that was her weakness, she thought she was better than everyone else, making her leave openings everywhere. Plus Will told Tris just the other day that Edward had been training to fight since he was a kid and he was good at it.

Tris faded to the back of the crowd, her nerves beginning to get the best of her as she tried not to think about her own impending doom.

"Hit first and exploit his weakness." Whispered someone next to her.

Glancing over she saw Four. He looked neutral, too neutral, like he was hiding something.

Tris said nothing as she turned her attention back to the fight. Molly hit the floor and this time didn't get back up. Edward was declared the winner while Drew and Peter dragged Molly out of the ring.

"Tris, Peter, in the ring." Eric called.

As Tris walked towards the ring Four's words whispered through her mind 'Exploit his weakness', that was easy for him to say. Peter was taller and stronger than her, he was also vicious and merciless.

She took the last step into the ring and faced Peter.

Tris thought that maybe Al was right, maybe she should just lay down and fain unconsciousness, but if she did that she also had the serious possibility of becoming factionless.

"You okay there Stiff?" Peter smirked. "Do you need to cry? I might go easy on you if you cry for me." He laughed.

Over Peter's shoulder Tris saw Four at the back of the crowd, his arms crossed over his chest and a sour look on his face. Next to him was Eric looking impatient.

"Well," Eric called out. "Do you guys need an invitation?"

Peter readied himself, arms up, knees bent, Tris did the same.

"Come on Stiff," His eyes glint with humor, "Just one tear, maybe even some begging?"

As the last word left his mouth, Tris brought her leg up and spun around in an ark, she aimed for his head but fell short because of the height difference, instead slamming her foot into his shoulder.

Peter winced at the impact, his smirk now gone.

Tris didn't give him time to recover, following up with an elbow blow to his chest, driving it further in with the palm of her other hand. She continued in her relentless attacks, one coming after another. Most of them were blocked but the impact of each, still doing some damage.

At one point Tris ended up on the floor with Peter straddling her, punching her unforgivingly over and over again. He only stopped when Tris was able to buck him to the side and knee him hard between his legs.

Neither of them really knew how much time had passed, their rolls continuing to switch, but Tris could tell that Peter was finally starting to get tired. His punches were becoming weaker and his movements sluggish, she just needed to hold on a little more, problem was she didn't know how much longer she herself could last.

Tris had taken several hard blows already, the most recent one making it hard for her to breath. The prospect was a broken rib, but she couldn't stop and she knew it.

"Enough, stop playing and finish it!" Eric growled.

Tris didn't know which one of them he was talking to but she took the initiative and brought her fist back in what she hoped was the final punch.

Peter nodded and did the same.

At some point during their fight, Four had walked out. She thought back to what Robert had said and thought that maybe he was wrong about him liking her. As she brought her fist forward and it connected squarely with Peter's face.

Pain rippled through her body, her vision filled with spots as she watched Peter crumple to the floor. While her fist had hit its mark, so had his. Her body went numb and limp as her knees gave out under her. She didn't even register the arms that wrapped around her as she fell forward.

The last thing Tris saw as her vision was eaten away was the proud smirk on Eric's face as he walked towards her.

Tris woke up in an unfamiliar room that was far too bright for her liking. She didn't feel much, no pain, no aches, just numbness.

"She Lives!" Someone yelled from right next to her.

Flinching away from the loud sound, someone else on the other side of her replied on her behalf, "Will, you're being too loud."

When Tris' eyes finally adjusted to the harsh light and she took in the room and her surroundings. She was in the infirmary and surrounded by her friends. They look happy to see her awake.

"What happened." Tris croaked out.

"You won, that's what," Will burst out, "Well, just." He considered after a moment.

Tris must have had the question written across her face because Christina filled in the blanks for her. "After you punched each other Peter collapsed first then you started to go down and Al ran forward to catch you."

"Wow." Was all Tris could think to say as she looked closer at Christina, "What happened to your face?" She asked her.

Christina laughed, "Look who's talking."

Tris laughed back, wincing slightly at the pain in her chest, "I know what happened to my face, I was there, well sort of." She trailed off.

"Did you just make a joke Tris?" Will asks with a grin. "We should get you on painkillers more often if you're going to act like this." He joked.

"Is that why I'm floating." She fired back sarcastically.

"Wow, sarcasm now?" Will laughed.

Al shook his head at the other two "Don't pay attention to Christina, your face doesn't look that bad, your face looks good, it always looks good." Al blurted out the last looking slightly awkward.

Before the awkwardness can continue a nurse came busling in to look Tris over, "In all my years as a nurse I have never seen someone heal as fast as you do."

Tris must be easy to read or something because the nurse answers her unsaid question.

"When Eric carried you in, your face was already showing what looked like two day old bruises, but they were new as he told me. Looking at you now, they look more like a week old. And the fractures that were in your ribcage, I suspect have healed already since you're able to laugh with mostly ease."

She shook her head again before continuing, "Honestly, Divergent or not you heal faster than anyone I have ever seen. The only person that comes even remotely close to your healing would be Four."

At the sound of his name Tris both perks up and grimaces, remembering that he left during her fight.

"I'd like you to stay here tonight though, just so I can observe you for any possible side effects or lasting injuries." She said as she continued to fuss over Tris.

Tris nodded at her, not really knowing what to say.

"With that we might take our leave if that's okay with you Tris?" Will asked. "It's dinner time."

"Oh, sure have a good night." Tris waved. "Oh, wait Christina?"

Christina stopped and walked back to Tris.

"Terry heard you were here and is sending someone up with some food." Said the nurse questionably.

"That's nice of him." Tris smiled.

"Nice is not a word I would have used to describe that man but nevertheless, you seem to be making quite a name for yourself." She said as she left.

"Tris?" Christina asked.

"I thought Al carried me to the infirmary?"

Christina suddenly looked awkward, "He was going to, but Eric came over and took you from him, said he would take you. Then he ordered the rest of us to the bags till he returned."

Tris nodded.

"I'll talk to you more about it later okay." Christina said as she made her way to the door and left.

Soon enough one of the kitchen hands brought her a meal. Sticking out from under the plate was a note that read 'Well done but maybe get hit less next time'. This brought a smile to Tris' face as she made a silent promise to become stronger.

She finished her dinner and laid down for a bit, before getting up and getting dressed. If she stayed the night here Peter would never let her live it down. She gave her thanks to the nurse and ran out of the infirmary before she had time to say anything Back.

Her legs ached as she made a run for the dorm room only slowing when she got close. It was already lights out as she snuck in, kicked off her shoes and crawled into her bunk. Laying down she only hoped she could make it through this in one piece.

I hope it didn't upset too many people that Tris technically won her fight with Peter, but it was necessary for future events.

See you again soon.

Spoilers Sweety -

On the next episode of Alternate Divergance - We get some insight into what Tris and her friends want to do after initiation.