Chapter 5:

Scores.

On the last day of the month we're all told to head to the dorms after supper. As we wait for the rest of the initiates to come back from supper.

My eyes catch Eric's form as he moves comes through the door and heads to his bed. Opposite the candor girl's beds. Pushed into the corner on the left.

I frown at myself. Why am I so stupid. I've never been so lovesick. Not that I'm i love with him. To be honest I don't know why I even like him.

He's always rude and dismisses you before you can even say something. He's better when we're alone but still not what you'll call 'being nice' but it's probably his version of nice. And I think that's what's drawing me in.

The fact that he's being kind of nice to me and not having me thrown into the chasm was comforting. But it can't be just that. All the nights I hang out with Olive and Tula sometimes a whole bunch of is initiates Dauntless-born and all lots of the guys used to be and talk to me. For a while Aaron seemed interested in me since we always had our sims after lunch so we would regularly spend lunch time together. Well that used to be the case. Not a week later and he started ignoring me and sitting at tables alone.

I blame it on him having almost 20 fears. When we were discussing how many fears when have he admitted to having 19 fears so far, and still counting.

I clanced in his direction. He was standing by Drake's bed. Drake was another transfer from Erudite. He looks like he'll snap in two if he were to sneeze. Drake is a very thin delicate looking boy. I know I shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. But the only way I can think of him being in Dauntless is by some form of a miracle.

I'm ripped from my thoughts as Max slides the door closed with a loud bang of metal against stone. It seems all the initiates have arrived.

Amar moves to stand in front of the closed door a black board resting against his legs. The writing not visible to us. "Alright initiates. As you know you've been having fear sims every day for the last month. Today was your last day." He says looking us over.

Everybody heaves a sigh of relief. Amar looks like he wants to laugh at us, but continues with a glint in his eyes, "Next will be physical training. Where you'll be trained to fight and handle weapons. You'll have another month of that. But there's a catch. Only the top 25 initiates gets to go through the last part of initiation."

In less than a second the entire room is swallowed in tension. They're cutting us.

Hurriedly Stella speaks up flustered, "Why are you only telling us this now. When should have known."

Max looks at her a snarl pulling at his lips, "If you had known then what? Would you have chosen differently? You chose us. Now we get to choose you. We don't have time to babysit brats. We need brave and capable soldiers."

Stella steps back. She wasn't going to argue with a leader. At least she's not that stupid.

After a tense beat Amar continues, " After that is the last part of initiation. The fear landscapes. But then you'll know that it is merely a simulation, but you'll have to be mentally prepared to overcome your fears. Only the top 20 initiates gets to stay in Dauntless and become full members.

I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. I can feel my body shaking. This is one of my fears. Becoming Factionless. I don't want to be Factionless.

Amar lifts the board and hangs it from a nail on the door. The order and average time is shown as follows.

• Four - 04:06 min

• Eric - 07:08 min

• Stella – 07:56

• Berthold – 08:03

• Anna – 08:019

• Jeff - 09:00

• Cain – 09:16

• Aaron – 09:50

• Drake – 10:20

• Trina – 11:00

• Anya – 11:50

• Tula – 12:06

• Olive – 12:15

• Dustin – 12:16

• Alex – 39:09

I look towards Alex with a start, he's way behind. Like way behind. I don't know him but I can only imagine what his fears must be.

I must say though four is one brave dude. He's way below everyone and has the least fears.

That night me, Olive, Tula and Stella hit the pit. We're given the next two days off tomorrow is visiting day and Monday we begin the new phase of training. Only then do I realize I've been training with Eric for an entire month. It only started with running then me trying to get rid of my frustrations by hitting the bags, then Eric decided I'm not doing it correctly and from there on he's been helping me. But what has the other initiates done.

The last month I've only been trying to keep myself distracted and tire myself out to a point of dreamless sleeping. I never thought of the benefits towards my physical part of training. In fact when I sparred with Eric my mynd was more on how gently he's touching me while correcting my stances or how good he smells when he comes close enough.

Ugghh I should get my head out of the gutter and into the game. Right now I don't know what my skill levels are since I only know what I can do and what I've seen of Eric.

We eventually return to the door at one in the morning tired as all hell. I make my way to the bathroom to wash off and get into my sleeping shorts and my black tee.

Im contimplating on wether to go to the training room or sleep. I am tired but I don't want to not show up. Eric isn't in his bed. But I also don't know if he's out with Berthold since his and Cain's bed is empty as well.

Quietly I slip back out the room after getting my boots on again. I make my way towards the training room but I don't feel like walking through the pit so I take a detour through the chasm.

I can hear the roar of the water hitting the bottom rocks. As I cross the metal walkway I look down at the jagged rocks sticking up from the cotton like blanket of mist and streams. A shiver runs down my spine. I'm suddenly chilled to the bone as I quickly walk across. Just as I'm going to enter the hallway for the training room I'm grabbed from behind.

I yell out on instinct. A hand is quickly clasped over my mouth and I'm being dragged away. Whoever is holding me is strong. Way stronger than me. I'm taken to an alcove back in the chasm.

Suddenly I'm dropped and I'm plopped down on the wet stones. I look up and meet the eyes of Berthold. Behind him stands Cain smirking. I frown and yell, "What the hell is wrong with you!"

Before I can utter another word Cain has come to push me back dowm and hold me down as Berthold starts to fondle me through my clothes.

Shocked I want to scream but nothing comes out.

A sick smile plastered to his face as he watches his hand, "Well aren't you a naughty slut. Every night you disappear and come back looking all flushed and sexy. Do you think it's fair to tease me like that?" he wispers in my ear. Yip this dude's crazy.

I start to fight yelling out as realization crashes into my thoughts. These crazy bastards wants to rape me.

Berthy gets an ugly snarl as I manage to get a good kick in and scratch at Cain's face. "Stop fighting this Anya. I told you I wanted you back then and you just wrote me off. We're destined to be together. We're both from Amity both chse Dauntless. We can make a good team."

He's trying to sound reassuring but with his snarl and pained expression it comes out more like the threat it is.

Decideing I've had enough of this I go limp. The moment I do Berthold smiles at me.

Im trying to calm my breathing when I smile shyly up at him, "You know I've always been a teen Hun. But if we're gonna do this I don't exactly like the idea of Cain watching. Ya know." I say with a breathy voice.

I've never in my life flirted but I've seen some women do it and I'm trying my best and so far it seems to be working. Berthold glares at Cain and orders him to let go of me. He does and stands up stepping away from us. Berthold tells him to leave and I can see him rounding the corner as Berthold bemds town to kiss me. I let him. I bring my hands up to caress his face. I've never kissed someone before and I'm not sure if I like this.

He starts getting rougher with his hands as he continues to clumsily push his hands under my shirt. I push my hands into his hair. He gives a ground and his lips pull into a smirk.

Against my lips he mumbles, "You really are dirty slut." I smile back and moan my confirmation.

I move my thumb to his eyes and press as hard as I can. I keep his head clasped in my hands pressing in even as he's screaming like a banchee and is pushing me away.

The next second I'm ripped away and thrown to the ground. Cain is on top of me strangling me. I dig my nails into his arms, he lifts me by my neck and slams me back down on the ground and for a second I see white. I can taste blood on my lips.

This is it. I'm dead. I don't know which fear I prefer. Factionless or being kidnapped. Well at least their killing me now so it's not that bad.

My mind goes quiet and I cancel out the harsh sound of Cain's breathing and the mainiacel screaming coming from Berthold.

For a second everything is quiet. Then everything comes rushing back to me as Cain is plucked from my body. I can barely see straight as I try to get air into my lungs and the buzzing out of my head, the ringing in my ears making me feel disoriented.

I feel hands on me again but this time it's Eric's. He picked me up not even looking at Berthold.

We move through the hallways. I don't know where he's taking me but whatever he's going to do I just hope he's quick about it so I can die in peace.

I drift in and out a few times. Everytime I close my eyes he shakes me awake. Eventually he walks into an extremely brightly lit room. I see red brick walls and large windows. This place looks kinda nice. If it wasn't for the fact that the lights felt like they were burning my corneas

Not a second later and a lady is talking a mile a minute asking what happened. Belatedly I realize he took me to the infirmary.

I'm quickly placed on a bed while the lady is busy blinding me with her flashlight. She's asking me a bunch of questions but I don't understand anything. What the hell does she want from me. I just want to go to sleep now.

BONUS

I thought I heard screaming but when I checked the hallway there was nothing and the screaming has stopped. Shrugging I step back inside and continue with the weights I was using.

I don't know why but I'm disappointed in Anya. I honestly thought she had the dedication to come tonight instead of partying with her gaggle of friends.

I don't know why I singled her out. She caught my attention the moment she landed atop me. Beautiful was an understatement. I've never bothered noticing someone's beauty. But right then and there I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

The night she came into the training room dressed in her tiny shorts and bed head almost made me stumble during my run. I couldn't help myself other than challenging her.

This last month has been constant up and downs for me. On one hand I had to focus on initiation. Keeping the wolves like Berthold at Bay while fighting for the 1st spot with that stiff. Can't believe I'm competing with a stiff of all people.

At first I was going to just focus on initiation and ignore her. But I saw the way the stiff was looking at her all doe eyed. Disgusting. He can't have everything. So I decided to keep her attention on me, but I didn't know how to approach her. So in the end I ended up basically training her. I must admit she is quite promising.

Then again I keep thinking it's not right of me to keep her to myself just to spite the stiff. But sometimes when I look at her I know that's not the only reason I'm entertaining thoughts of her full lips brushing mine or her hands running over my back as I pound into her or the soft breathy moans I know she'll make while I worship her body.

I groan out loud at my thoughts. I freeze in the middle of a lift frowning. Ok that's a guy screaming his head of.

I frown making my way out the door a second time. Trying to figure out where the screaming is coming from. When I find the source I feel my blood run cold and rage overtake me.

The sight of Berthold hunched over blood pouring from his face and Cain straddling Anya chocking her whilst slamming her head on the cold stone floor had me reacting quicker than I thought possible. I ripped Cain off of her almost throwing him of the open edge of the chasm.

I picked her up. Almost slipping on the wet stones and made my way towards the infirmary.

I don't even remember the treck through the winding cabelike halls, just constantly checking that she stays awake and alert… well awake would have to do as I see her eyes drifting aimlessly.

They're dead. Both of them. I'll kill them with my own hands but first I have to know if she'll be ok.

TBC