(A/N: Thanks to Ryan-Alekzandraand Electric Blue Reader for reviewing and thanks everyone for sticking with me in between long pauses in updates. If you haven't read my other story you should, that one and this one are linked because I'm an evil writer. Enjoy! Comment?)

J walked back to the tattoo shop and found one of the people who worked there. It was a woman with long black hair; Tori.

"Hey! I remember you from my aptitude test," J said.

"You were that strangely quiet Candor, right? What's your name again?"

"It's J now"

"I'm surprised you chose Dauntless" Tori said.

J shrugged, "can I get a tattoo?"

"Of course which one?"

"Actually I had an idea, would you be able to do that?"

"Sure, I can sketch it out and then do it..."

J described the intricate designs to Tori and the Dauntless woman did a sketch on a piece of paper. They sat in the back room with the door locked. After seeing it, J took off her shirt and sat backwards on the black chair. Tori took a special market and drew the designs on her back, shoulders, ribs and stomach.
Once she was finished, J looked at the design in a full length mirror, "perfect," she whispered.

Tori smiled, "ok now the painful part, do you want to do it in segments, you can come back tomorrow or do you want to do it all now?"

"Do it all now"

Tori nodded and pulled out her chair and tattoo needle. She started with the design on her stomach and eventually she was done with the ink on the girl's ribs and stomach. J straddled the chair and rested her chin on the top of the seat. As Tori set to work with the intricate designs J clenched her fists and stayed as still as humanly possible.

~an hour later~

Tori finished with the design on her back and J put back on her tank top. Tori did the designs on her shoulders and arms. As she was starting the design on her right shoulder there was a soft knock on the door.

She continued working and said, "it's open."

A man, another tattoo artist, opened the door and said, "there on the wall again if you wanted to watch or whatever."

Tori nodded, "I'm almost done, but you should probably make sure they don't kill each other."

"What is he talking about?" J asked as Tori started to work again.

She let out a short laugh, "there is a group of friends who hang out outside of the shop in the Pitt. Mostly they just fight for fun but they sometimes take it too far."

"Who are they?"

"Four, Zeke, Eric and some of their buddies."

J was silent; she wanted to go watch for some reason. she didn't have to wait long because soon after Tori said, "There you go, all done. Just try to not touch it, and don't take a shower until at least tomorrow or the ink will wash out."

She nodded and paid with her points then left the shop. Walking out she spotted a group of guys sitting on the wall, all of them holding a beer. J saw Zeke elbow Eric, who then stood and faced the other way, handing his beer to Four.

He held the bottle out a bit to the side in front of Eric. He counted down and on one two things happened;

1) Four dropped the bottle

2) Eric flipped backwards and flipped down the wall.

He was so fast J sucked in a breath in shock. Eric landed on his feet and quickly dropped down to snag the bottle. He caught it a few inches off the ground. He took a drink from it and all of his friends still on the wall started yelling and cheering.

J walked up and started clapping. Eric turned to face her and mock bowed. When he straightened up and tried to take a step he wobbled sideways before correcting his balance. Eric was most definitely drunk. She laughed and he looked at her. His speech was slurred but she could tell he had asked her something along the lines of, "Did you just get those tattoos?"

She wasn't able to respond because Four walked up and slapped his hands down on Eric's shoulders saying, "Dude! That was sick! Come on."

J smirked; she wouldn't have though Four would be one to get drunk. He was so hammered; he made the stumbling Eric look sober. She was surprised that he had gotten down from the wall without killing himself.

"Can't you see I'm talking to a pretty young lady," Eric said without thinking about it.

J looked at him in shock and watched Four look around, his eyes finally landing on her. When he spotted her he frowned, "her?" he asked like he was offended.

"Why waste your time man? She's weak, she won't pass the first stage and even if she does she won't last through the sims. She's so short and ugly, she'll just be factionless in a few weeks," he obviously had no idea what I was saying.

J was boiling with anger at his words and she didn't even care if he didn't know what he was saying. "Hey!" she shouted, "You could at least insult me to my face and not pretend that I'm not here!"

"What makes you think you can talk to me, kid?" he asked with a grin.

Something inside J snapped and a red haze fell over her vision. She sprang forward and punched him in the stomach. He crunched over a fraction, then straightened up and took a step towards J. Before he could retaliate Tori ran out of her shop and stood in between the seething initiate and intoxicated instructor. She faced Four, but spoke to J "you better get out of here."

J's vision cleared and she looked around, realizing what she had done. She nodded and turned. After saying a quick thank you she walked back down the hallways towards the dorms. J hoped she wouldn't be in trouble tomorrow for her outburst. Many thoughts spun through her head as she walked into the dorm. Luckily, all of the initiates were asleep, so she wouldn't have to answer any questions about why she had been out so late.

She grabbed some clothes from under her bed and went into the bathroom to change. She locked the door and admired her tattoos;

On her left shoulder blade started a chain in black ink, it went up over her shoulder, then down, wrapping around. It ended halfway down her upper arm with a broken link. on the right side of her back was a tribal dragon design. The head faced her right shoulder, far enough in to be covered by her shirt. The wing started at the base of her neck and curved down, it crossed to her front at the bottom of her ribs. Under that a few inches the tail also came to her front. The wing ended at the center of her ribs, but the tail was longer and swirled over her belly button and pointed underneath it. The dragon was spewing brilliant flames that wrapped around her arm, ending at her elbow. The dragon took up most of the right side of her back. Below it on the left side of her back was a small, delicate, white feather. It was very pretty, except for that it was on fire, the top was blackened and red fire burned it. When she moved, the white feather shimmered. On the shaft was a name in small cursive letters.

J got dressed the rest of the way and lay in her bed. As she drifted off to sleep she thought, 'If that was just the first day, I can't even imagine what could happen in a week.