Chapter Four:

The sound of something banging on the railing was what woke Zara up the next morning. Throwing her hand out to the side, she groaned out and forced herself up. From her spot she could see Four, a tin in hand and a smile on his face.

"You have ten minutes to get dressed,training starts in thirty minutes, make the best of your time." The girl pushed herself up onto her elbows, and let out a yawn. Raising her fist to her eyes, she rubbed the sleep out of them, and got out of bed. She caught the bundle of clothes that Rori tossed to her.

"Thanks." The blonde muttered out, as she carefully peeled off the clothes she currently had on. She would shower later, there was no time. Zara pulled the bra on, and the shirt after it. Adjusting the leggings, she pulled the tennis shoes on, and pulled her hair up into a high bun.

Yawning once more, she followed Rori out, as they followed the crowd to the dining hall. She sat next to the brunette, as well as Elena, Mack, Tatiana and Zale. They chatted to each other, as Zara piled her plate with all she could see. Thank god there was coffee, or else she would never fully wake up.

She shoved a piece of fruit into her mouth, entering the conversation that her friends were having.

"They probably have us so wild things. Like, I don't know, hang off the side of the chasm." Laughter spread across the table. Grabbing what looked like a bagel, she started eating it, letting out a soft sigh.

"Hope y'all are ready, for this is the real start of our new journey!" Rori spoke, as she sipped her coffee. More and more people filled in, and she could see the leader from the previous day glancing around the room. A lazy smirk on his face, which grew when he noticed her. She just rolled her eyes and arched a brow at him.

He just scoffed and went and sat near Four and the other leaders and trainers. At about ten minutes til eight, Zara voiced that they should probably get going to the training room. They dumped their food, and after a quick stop at the dorms to grab a hair tie for Zara, they headed down to the training rooms.

The chattering stopped as soon as they entered the room. Up front were Four and Eric, in between them was a board with their names on it. Four cleared his throat and then started speaking, "Your ranking serves two purposes. One, only the top 10 are made members. Two, the rankings will be the order of your job selection. There are very few desirable positions; rank 5 or below, and you'll end up guarding the fence, with little chance of advancement. There are 11 Dauntless born, and 10 of you. 4 will be cut at the end of the first stage, the rest at the end of the final test. Those who are cut must leave immediately, and be factionless." There were a few gasps from around the room.

Surely they would have told them before they chose Dauntless?

Zara shook her head, if they would have been told, then chances are most of the transfers wouldn't have picked the faction. They couldn't let fear get in the way.

"Now that is out of the way, today you will be learning how to fight and how to win a fight." Four spoke as he paced in front of the group. A smirk came to the females face. This should be easy. He started off slow, showing them the proper stances and moved before releasing them to practice on their own.

It was hard.

For the beginning part, her form was off, her posture was slack and she didn't know how to distribute her weight evenly. Her punches started off weak, her hand eye coordination wasn't the best.

Four was walking around the training room, correcting things that needed to be. More heavier footsteps could be heard around the room; Eric.

For some reason, while everyone was afraid of him, he intrigued her. There was just something about him.

Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the bag. Mack shot her a smile and a wink from across the room and Zara just silently laughed. She needed to focus. Pausing for a second to catch her breath, she turned her body slightly, She corrected her fist position, and started to rain punches on the bag. For the next few minutes, no one spoke, except for Four who went around correcting.

Heavy footsteps stopped behind Zara, she didn't stop for a second, until an unamused laugh sounded from the man. "You're weak." he spoke, forcing her to stop, as he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her body into a different position. His hands were rough and warm on her hips, as he tilted her hips to be aline with her shoulders. "You're not entirely useless." He left her without another word, leaving her to go back to the bag.

She cleared her head, as she went back to laying punches, feeling a difference in them already. "At least this part is easy." She could hear Rori comment from her stop next to her. Zara let out a laugh, and just shook her head.

"I thought Eric was going to yell at me for a second." She spoke, pausing to wipe her forehead.

They had a break for lunch. Zara followed her group of friends out to the dining hall. Mack and Tatiana were whispering softly amongst was fixing her hair as her and Zara got into line to get food. It looked like they were having some noodle dish. After grabbing their food, the group grabbed an empty table.

"Hopefully after lunch training won't be as hard." Mack spoke between mouthfuls.

"I was thinking we could go hit the shops? Maybe go get some tattoos or something along those lines." Zara spoke with a grin. She had noticed a tattoo and piercing shop during the tour of the compound. Since then she had been waiting for the moment she could step foot into it.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a couple clothing stores nearby too." Tatiana spoke, as she reached for the pitcher of water that was at the table. "We're given more than enough points to go get some new things."

"Then it's settled, after training, we hit the shops!"