Author note: It's difficult reading Hunger Games and then writing Divergent, but I did it (obviously). Also I did Christina POV, hope you don't mind. Please leave a review if you liked it or if you didn't.

Christina POV

I follow Tris into the next corridor, her footsteps are thunderous. She's so angry with me. I'm pretty sure I know why. The last week has hell, I thought she was dead and everything just went out of control.

While she was away, I was left with all of the initiates to train. It's was okay the first day, I wasn't worried that much, I just thought they were late for work. I ended up teaching them how to shoot with better accuracy. Since then, Chloe had been ruining everything. She had a fight with Zoe, tried to make out with Tom and was causing havoc in the Dormitories. Someone, probably Chloe, stole all the knifes that I was going to teach with.

I explain all this Tris, before she has chance to shout.

"What happened to the ranks?" Tris asks.

"Well I couldn't mark them for the knife work because we didn't even practice with them. I didn't even see them shoot individually, so I decided not to tell them about the ranks and getting kicked out because I didn't know the order that they are ranked." I say.

Tris POV

I think I overreacted a bit. It's not her fault that Chloe is pathetic and the other initiates can't be trusted. When she heard the rumour about me being in hospital, she must've been worried sick.

"Are you still mad at me?" Christina asks with glossy tears in her eyes.

I'm a little annoyed that nobody has been trained since I've been away, but no I'm not angry with her.

"Of course not, but we really do need to tell me about the ranks," Christina agrees.

We walk back into the cafeteria and get Tobias. I explain the situation briefly to him.

"What should we do now?" He asks me.

"Get all the initiates into the training room." I say.

He turns towards to their tables and shouts, "Initiates! Training room now! If you aren't there in two minutes, consider yourselves as outcasts."

Most of them are shocked, both from the sudden shouting and our unexpected arrival. They stumble out of their chairs and start running to the training room. I look back at the crowd, I can't see Chloe, and I hope she's late.

By the time I get in there, most of them are already here. The group is divided into small groups of friends, muttering something to each other, they look nervous. There still no Chloe. Tobias clears his throat and is about to start speaking when a blonde sprints in to the room, its Chloe. She sorts her out and smirks at me. She got here just in time.

"I should punish you all right now. You don't deserve to be in dauntless." Tobias bellows.

"Anyone who dares to challenge us, shall be sent to the Bureau," Christina roars.

"Today, we will be shooting. You have two hours to practice before the test, where you will be marked for accuracy and stance. You will be ranked according to your points. The lowest ones, anybody's name under the line are in danger of being removed from dauntless. Whoever is under the line still at the end of stage one will be cut."

"Do you understand?" They nod back.

"Watch us." I order. Tobias, Christina and I walk to the target.

I pick up a gun. Put one foot toward. Aim and shoot. We all get it right in the middle.

"Your turn," I say to the group.

They each pick up a gun and go to their targets.

The room is filled with loud bangs and heated sighs. Tobias says he will watch by himself and leave me with Christina to observe the rest. I realise that I don't know hardly any of the male initiates names- I've either forgotten them or I was never told them in the first place. I get Christina to help name them.

I learnt that the short guy with shaved hair is called Dale. The medium-sized boy with curly hair is Ed. There one guy that stands out from the rest, Curt, his hair is stencilled with ugly patterns. His arms are scattered with tattooed numbers. Some of them bunched up the rest are individual a few centimetres away. I wonder if they mean anything to him. Maybe he though to was brave to have so many tattoos.

He also looks around at the others, smirking at their failures. Just as I am walking over there to tell him to start practising, he turns back to the board, gun in one hand and fires. I walk back to Christina.

"He really good at shooting," Christina says.

"How did he get so good? They only practiced a little in school and we did some paintballing, but that's not the same." It's taken me a year to be as accurate as him.

"I don't know, he creeps me out. Does he remind you of Eric?" She asks.

"Yeah, he has the same emotionless eyes that Eric had," I say.

"Talking about eyes, look at his." She points.

I follow her finger until I know which one she's talking about. His target has barely any dents in it. He's failing, he's the worst in here by far and he knows it. His short brown hair sticks to his face with sweat, but he's eyes brighten up his miserable face. They can only be described as golden honey -amber with bronze flecks.

"They look amazing." I say half-heartedly. They are nice to look at and quite remarkable, but it's nothing compared to Tobias' enchanting midnight blue eyes.

"What's him name?" I ask.

"Colin. He's so incredible. If you don't mind I'm going over there to 'help' him," She smirks.

She walk over there and talks to him. She places her hand over his on the gun and shoots. It manages to hit the target, they both laugh. She got a crush. I'm happy for her, it has been a couple of years since Will and this is the first time she has any interest in another boy.