Me: "Six! Do the disclaimer!"

Six: "Kat's not skilled enough to write our story, she obviously doesn't own it! Veronica Roth does!"

Me: "Thanks! Now shoo, go train, you better make it into Dauntless!"

Six: "Will do! Cya Kat!"

A/N: Happy New Years everyone!

Chapter 4

Training

Six:

"Initiates to the training room! Be there in twenty minutes or else!" He ordered from where he stood atop a table. He quickly jumped down and strode out of the room to head towards the training room to possibly get ready for the next lesson. Fighting.

Lauren and I sighed and stood up, waving goodbye to the others. We quickly threw out whatever was left of our lunch and left for the training room. I sighed as we entered the room, the first to arrive due to us being the first to leave.

Amar noticed us as we entered the room, "Six, Lauren! Good to know at least some of my initiates care enough to be early." He joked a little, causing us both to slightly smirk in amusement. "Would you girls like to start with some punches on the punching bags or do you want to wait for the rest of the initiates?" Amar offered.

"Now," I spoke up, surprising both Amar and Lauren because I've been silent for the majority of the day, and only spoke when it was necessary for me.

Amar nodded and motioned for us to follow him and we did. "Watch carefully, I'm going to show you a couple different ways to punch and kick, and I'm only going to do it once." We nodded and watched as Amar crouched down, keeping his posture straight, but relaxed, ready to dart out of the way at any minute. He demonstrates the different techniques against the air and then against a punching bag before instructing us to practice against a punching bag of our own.

As Lauren and I begin practicing, we hear the door open and the loud chatter of the other initiates as they finally decide to show up. As if reading my mind, Amar states, "Glad you could finally show up. If I recall I said be here in twenty minutes, it's been thirty." He glares, "All of you do ten laps, then maybe you'll be as smart as Six and Lauren and come early to get more time to practice. They're already ahead of all of you just because they came early." He gloated slightly, causing some of the initiates, mainly Eric, to glare at both Lauren and I.

We snickered at everyone else's misfortune as we continued practicing the different techniques Amar showed us not too long ago. We didn't bother talking to each other, we just worked as Amar watched us train and made sure that each initiate did their ten laps before he showed them what they had to do.

Suddenly Amar appeared behind me and watched for a few minutes. "You have the potential to be strong, you just need to practice more." He finally spoke, "Never forget to keep tension here and use your entire body." He instructed, placing his hand on my stomach and turning me to face the punching bag. My waist was so thing that his hands could practically reach across my entire frame. I nodded and continued to practice, consciously trying to keep tension in my abdomen. "Keep up with the conscious effort, soon it'll become second nature and you'll just do it without thinking." Amar continued before walking over to Lauren in order to help her.

Honestly, I'm quite surprised that Amar hasn't brought up my messed up childhood since my fear landscape, and I'm thankful for it. I don't need another reminder on how much of a coward I am for running instead of facing Marcus. I don't need a reminder that I'm a coward that can't face my fears, but I swear to god, I will face Marcus one day when I gain more strength, I will face him and I will tell everyone everything he did to me and mother. I'm making this promise to myself, I am going to face Marcus when I am strong enough to do something to get him thrown out. I growled at my own thoughts and pushed myself harder, punching and kicking the bag as hard as I possibly can. I need to do this. I need to get stronger. I need to face Marcus some day.

I ignored Amar as he began teaching everyone how to properly punch and kick. I ignored everyone around me and just punched and kicked the shit out of the bag in front of me. I threw all my anger at the world, at the factions, at Marcus, at Eric, and of course, at myself, into each punch and each kick I let fly into the bag that swung in front of me.

"What did the punching bag do to you, Six?" A male voice asked from behind me, startling me and making me jump. I didn't realize I was punching and kicking the bag so hard that it was swinging on the hinge.

I turned around and noticed that the man who startled me was just Amar, but I didn't want to deal with him or anyone right now so I just glared and went back to assaulting the punching bag. "Six! Calm down and get your ass over here." Amar ordered after realizing I'm not going to answer him, let alone stop. I growled and finally conceded, turning back towards Amar and followed him to the other side of the room where no one was standing.

"What the fuck got you so pissed off?" Amar asked in a stern tone as if ordering me to tell him everything. Now.

I growled again, "Nothing that concerns you." I snapped. I know Amar doesn't deserve my anger, but I can't control myself, not now, not while all the anger and resentment I've bottled up has resurfaced and won't bury back down until I let it out. And it's about time I let it all out.

Amar sighed, "Go beat up the bloody punching bag, but don't kill your hands." He conceded, "Let me wrap your hands first. You clearly have too much bottled up anger." He grunted, grabbing the wrap off a nearby table and grabbing my wrists.

I grunted as he wrapped my hands with the bandages and the nudged me back towards the punching bag I had been assaulting. It's already become second nature, the stance for fighting. I know I'm resilient to most pain… unless it hits my back, especially now since it hasn't fully healed and is still bleeding pretty badly. I know our class is uneven, so someone won't be fighting tomorrow, and I honestly hope it's me. I need to train more, and my back won't be much help in a fight, it needs to heal, and fast. I need to get stronger… Better… I need to win… I need to make it through Dauntless… I growled to myself once again and began kicking and punching harder and harder as I imagined Marcus was in front of me instead of a punching bag.

I think the Erudite part of my brain took over, I'm not sure, but I know every vital point in the body that would render anyone unconscious. I'm quite thankful for those classes in school where they taught us all about the human body. I know a hard hit to the temple can either daze or knock someone unconscious, it all depends on how hard you hit. I know a kick to the back of the knee can cause it to buckle under someone, making them topple over. I know I can win in a fight using my brain, but I also need to get stronger.

I kept punching and kicking until I heard Amar holler for everyone to stop. I did stop, and I finally realized that my hands were bleeding through the wraps. I grunted in annoyance at my bleeding hands but quickly moved through the crowd of initiates that started to form around Amar.

"Training's done for today!" Amar called over the chattering of initiates, "You get the rest of the day to do anything, but I suggest you use it wisely! I'll see all of you tomorrow at exactly 6AM, and if you're late you're doing laps!" He instructed.

I turned back towards the punching bags, forgetting that my hands were bleeding from how hard I've been punching it. I began my exertion of punches and kicks against the bag that once again began swinging with the many assaults I threw at it. I suddenly felt a presence behind me and didn't bother turning around, knowing whoever it is will speak if they want to or they'll leave.

I was right, the person behind me did speak, "Come on Six, I wrapped your hands for a reason and yet you still managed to bleed," Amar grunted. I just sighed, ignoring him before he spoke once again, "Let's go, you need some first aid on those bloody hands of yours, and your back, there's some blood seeping through your shirt." He continued, grabbing my shoulder and steering me out of the room.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Where are we going?" I questioned, curiosity seeping through each word I spoke.

"My apartment," was all Amar said as he leads me towards his apartment. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I still followed. I know I can trust Amar, he's one of the few that I can trust, and I'm thankful for it. I have trust issues, that much is obvious given my horrid ass childhood.

Soon enough we arrived at Amar's apartment and entered. The walls were stone, just like the rest of Dauntless, but the entire room was an open floor plan. There were only walls that divided the bedroom and the bathroom, everything else was easily seen from where we stood in the doorway that leads right into the kitchen. There was a small island table in the center of the small kitchen with wooden stools surrounding it. On the walls of the kitchen were many different cabinets, a fridge, a few counters with a sink, dishwasher, and an oven. Not too far from the kitchen is the living room with a black couch and flat-screen-TV mounted on the wall. On the far wall, directly in the center, is a door that I suspect leads to the bathroom, while on the left wall, left of the TV, is a door that most likely leads to the bedroom.

"Wait here," Amar ordered before swiftly moving towards the bathroom. I sighed and sat down on the couch, waiting for Amar. I'm feeling slightly light-headed, but I have no idea why, though I suspect maybe the cuts on my back were reopened… again. The door to the bathroom reopened as Amar stepped out with a first-aid kit. "Come on, take off your shirt and lay down, I have to patch up your back." He said in a stern, but careful tone.

I looked at him, apprehension and fear evident in my eyes, yes I may trust him, but the only man who has ever seen me shirtless is the entire reason I'm bleeding. Amar sighed, he understood how I was feeling. He set down the first aid kit and moved to kneel in front of me, "Look, Six, I know you're scared, at best, to take off your shirt in front of me. I can get Tori, I know she knows your real name and I trust her. Tori won't judge you, she'll care for you," Amar began. I lowered my head so that I wasn't looking at him, "She doesn't ask questions, she waits till you're ready to talk, but she will help bandage you up if you're not comfortable with me doing it."

I could feel tears brewing and threatening to spill. No one has ever been this nice to me since my mom died since I cut all ties with the Prior boys. I finally looked up at Amar and smiled a small, small smile, but it was still a true smile and I haven't smiled a real smile in years. I could feel a tear slide down my cheek and I know I won't be able to hold them back, but I don't care. I flung my arms around Amar's neck, tears spilling from my eyes and the slight smile never disappearing. I buried my tear covered face into Amar's shoulder and silently cried as he held me. It's been years since I cried in front of someone, it's been years since I could trust a man that wasn't part of the Prior family, years since I last smiled a real smile. Now, well I can trust one man… Amar… and my smiles, my tears, they're reserved for Amar and maybe even Tori… I can trust again, I thought as I held onto Amar, still crying.

"I… I..." I mumbled, face still buried into his shoulder, "I'd feel more comfortable with Tori doing it…" I indirectly requested.

I felt Amar nod as he still held me, we sat like that for a few more minutes before he finally let go, "I'll go get Tori, don't move, you're getting weaker from blood loss." I looked at him, slight fear evident in my eyes. Yeah, I know, it's stupid to fear being left alone for a few minutes, but after years of no comfort, after years of not being able to trust, when you do find someone you can, you're scared to lose the one sense of comfort you have ever felt. Amar must have noticed my hesitation to be left alone because he hastily added, "It'll only be a few minutes, Tori's at the Tattoo Parlor and it's not too far from here. I promise I'll only be gone for a few minutes."

I looked at him one more time before reluctantly nodding, I know I have to face this small fear or else I'll faint from the amount of blood I can feel myself losing. I sighed and nodded, leaning back against the couch, feeling fainter and fainter by the minute.

"I'll be back in no time, Six," was the last thing I heard Amar saying before he left the apartment, and it was also the last thing I heard before my vision went dark. I knew, at that very moment, I once again fainted from blood loss.

Quotes:

"Never forget to keep tension here." – Four – Divergent

A/N:

Why yes, Six has trust issues. Who wouldn't when the person who was supposed to take care of them beat them until they fainted and then made them clean up their own blood the minute they woke up? Also, yes Six and Amar had a moment, it's more like father/daughter or brother/sister love (they get closer in future chapters, it just takes time, and yes Six gets closer to Tori too). Also, ain't Six one hell of a badass? Like she can shoot the bloody gun, throw the fucking knife, and now she can possibly beat someone to a bloody pulp. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed reading, and have a great day!