Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or its characters.

Chapter 6

Four gave us a tour of the compound and it's just like I have seen on the surveillance. When he showed us the Chasm, I didn't know how to feel, I mean it's the place where people faked their deaths and the place that the older people would take their lives when they are no longer able to be at the Dauntless standard. Four told us that the chaseum reminds us of the fine line between bravery and idiocy.

When he is done with the tour, he shows us where we will be staying (boys and girls), and that it's dinner time. Christina and I stuck together the entire time. We all changed into the clothes that were on the beds. Black t-shirt, black jeans with red stitching, black boots. I was the only one able to fit into the black jacket, everyone else got a red one and I found a pair of running shoes. I've missed running shoes.

When Christina and I walk into the cafeteria, there are hardly any empty seats. Christian spots two seats beside Four. I sit between the two. Christina got yelled at for making a comment about Four' name so I can tell she doesn't want to sit beside her.

I never bothered having breakfast and my lunch was always big, and dinner was small.

There are hamburgers on the table and I'm happy that they have something good for dinner

. I hide my excitement as best as I can and take one. Four looks at me weird and I give him a judgmental questioning look.

Christina passes me ketchup and I pretend to be confused. "It's ketchup, you put it on the hamburger." I take it from her and put it on my burger. "Have you ever had one?"

"No," I say, looking at it weird and mumble, "not here." No one seems to have noticed.

I can see Four was about to say something so I speak first. "They eat plain food. They say extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary," I say.

I can feel Four looking at me. It sends shivers down my back.

"Already calling them 'they'? Seems that the stiff really wanted to get out." Four says.

I roll my eyes.

The doors open and everyone quiets down. I don't bother looking behind me, not caring who it is.

"Who's that?" Christina asks.

"His name is Eric, he's a Dauntless leader," Four tells her.

"He's so young, though," I lean back so that he is glaring at her.

"Age doesn't matter here."

I can tell she was about to ask a question so I kicked her under the table. I hear footsteps approaching and just eat my burger, enjoying the flavors that I have missed so much.

Eric sits beside Four. But Four doesn't acknowledge him. The chuckles I'm holding right now so I just cough to make the feeling go away.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"

"This is Tris and Christina," Four sais.

"Ohh, a Stiff," Eric says, smiling? Ah, an evil smile from movies. "We'll see how long you last," he says, looking at me. I just shake my head and let out a small laugh. He looks… confused? I can feel him staring me down so I look up to him and stare back, not letting him win. He breaks it. "What have you been doing lately, Four?"

I think they don't like each other. Why? They look about the same age, so the same initiate class? Four is tense, more than before.

They keep talking, Max wants to give Four a job, Eric is jealous (funny) but Four doesn't want it.

"You two seem… friendly," I say

"We were in the same initiate class. He transferred from Erudite."

"Were you a transfer too?"

"I thought I would only have to deal with their Candor asking questions and now I have to deal with Stiffs too?"

"It must be because you're so approachable, like a bed of nails."

He stares at me and I don't bother staring at him and just give him a questioning look. "Careful, Tris." That's all he can say? Alright, more closed off than I thought.

Christina gives me a look.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm developing a theory."

"Oh ya, what is it?"

"That you have a death wish." Oh my gosh, I wish I could just die. Who would want to live in a place where you have to put others down just because they believe something else?

After dinner, Four disappears and Eric takes over. He tells us that they take initiation seriously, that he will be overseeing our training, training starts at eight to six every day and that we get to do whatever we want after six (yes!) He continues to run through the rules.

When the next day came, I realized I was up all night. It appears the burger did not do well and I was throwing up all night in silence.

I was able to shower before everyone got up (thank goodness). Christena and I walked to the training room together and met Will and Al, two transfers. When we walk in, Four is there.

When the clock shows that it's eight o'clock, he starts, "Today you will learn how to shoot a gun and to fight."

We all take a gun and when Four's done explaining how to shoot, we start shooting targets. After a while, I still haven't come close to shooting the target.

"Statistically speaking, you should have hit the target at least once by now, even by accident." Will, he was beside me and, of course, an Erudite.

"Really? Then how come I haven't yet?"

He looks at me struggling to find an answer. I look back at the target. Inhale aim, exhale shoot. Bull's-eye!

"What do the stats say about that?" He looks confused?shocked? I can't tell, maybe both. I shake my head and let out a chuckle.

So, guns were never my favorite, my mom killed herself with a gun and my dad paid people off so they would say it was a heart attack. I could never bring myself to touch one. The last time I did was to hit my brother with the end of it so I knocked my brother unconsince when he was in a lot of pain.

Shaking the feeling out, I try shooting again and never hit the target.

When lunch came around,

I just want to sleep. Christina takes me out of my thoughts. "Were you in my math class?"

"Umm, I think so." I know I did but, this may be fun for me.

"Are you sure? All you guys look the same."

I think, "Were you the one I was helping with fractions and multiplications?" Will starts to laugh and she looks horrified. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you couldn't do multiplications?" Will asks?

"What they don't make sense." We all start to laugh at her.

"What are multiplications?" Al asks.

"I don't know what's worse, that Christina doesn't know how to do them or that Al doesn't know what they are." Will and I just laugh.

Will and I continue to talk about school and Christina and Al just look more and more confused.

"How do you know so much about this stuff?" Christina asks me.

Shit! "I find it fun."

"Why didn't you go into Erudite then?"

"Never wanted to do my entire life." She looks at me weird. "You're trying to find my tell? Trust me, you won't figure it out."

"Okay, whatever you say." I roll my eyes.

Lunch is finally over and we are onto combat skills. Luckily, today we learn skills and tomorrow we fight. After Four shows us some moves, we go to our own punching bag and start practising.

After a while, I know my knuckles are split and are bleeding but I don't feel the pain. My shoulders should be on fire but it's not.

I can feel someone watching me but I don't care. I may not be the best fighter, but right now, all I need is to feel all the pain that I'm getting.

"You're never going to make it." It's Four. Of course it's him. If I don't make it, I'm going to be happy, I will be able to go back home.

"Tell me something I don't know," I mumble when I hit the bag.

"Keep tension here," he touches my shoulders with his hands. I automatically punch him in the jaw. It was just the thought of when he would whip me there. He quickly covers his jaw with his hand. That will leave a mark.

"Sorry," is all I manage to say before he interrupts me.

"Well, guess I can't say you're weak. Good punch," he says and starts walking away. "If you put ice or hot water on it, it should be gone by tomorrow morning." He looks at me with a questioning look and I just rum by jaw and he understands.

I go back to punching the bag and it starts to swing. The only thought that I was having was why? I punched a man, that makes me no better than the man I dare call my father. He was simply trying to help me and I punched him. And that look on his face after I punched him, surprise? hurt? Understanding? I don't know.

He dismisses us and Christina runs to me. "What was that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Umm, I don't know, you and Four?"

"Nothing."

"He could have killed you. Man he scares me," him scaring someone sure, he looks intimidating, but more like a teddy bear. You are terrified of them but on the inside, they are cute and cuddly. Not that he would show it to anyone but I know it's there.

When we get to the pit, Al turns around and says, "I want to get a tattoo."

Behind us, Will asks, "a tattoo of what?"

"I don't know, I just want to feel like I've actually left the old faction. Stop crying about it." We don't say anything, " I know you've heard me."

"Yeah, learn to quiet down will you? I think you're right. We're half in, half out right now. If we all want in, we should look the part." She gives me a look.

"I like my hair so I will not cut it or dye it any color. Or pierce anything. I will only support you guys."

"Oh come on, not even a piercing?" Will asks.

"Especially not a piercing." I reply

"Fine but you have to at least get a tattoo." Christina says.

"Fine."

Since training is done for the day, we get to do whatever we want. The pit is swarming with people. Christina decides that she wants to get some clothes.

After 10 minutes, I have a pair of black boots that go up 2/3 of my leg, a black dress that goes down to my knees and my black leather jacket. She starts to put eyeliner on me.

"You know from what you are doing, it seems that you are trying to hook me up with someone."

"Oh, is that what you think?"

"I said it's like not that you are. What are you going for?"

"Noticeable."

"Good luck."

When she is done, she did a good job. I never did get to do makeup and never found the point in doing it. "Oh and we got to do something about your hair."

"My hair? I think it looks good in the ponytail."

"Yeah, sure, when you are training sure but when you are out, no." she takes my hair elastic out and makes me shake my head.

We pay and go to the tattoo place. When we get there, Al is getting a tattoo of a spider. Christina and Will look through the pages and they find one they like. They sit beside each other and get their tattoos. After I have looked through the designs, I realize what I want. I find the only tattoo artist that is not with someone.

"Hey, I was wondering is you do custom designs?"

"Depends on what you want."

"A name, Jack."

"Where would you like it?"

"Around my right ring finger. It would have to be small."

"Sure take a seat." She gets me to write the name and how I want it to look."

In ten minutes, she is done. "If ever you want another tattoo, my name is Tori."

"Thanks Tori, Tris."

I go and sit with Christina, Will and Al.