A/N I HAVE RETURNED! Fasting is over, and creative thoughts can begin anew! Thank you all so much for your wonderful comments, you are the absolute best readers I could ask for! Two special shoutouts go to IceFire15 for commenting on nearly every chapter, and to WriterGirl001 for your comment that, whenever I was feeling down, I would go and read it and be happy again! Which also applies to all the comments, but especially yours. So thank you guys so much!

Anywho, on to the chapter!

Christina, Uriah, and I walk together over to Four, along with all the freshman here and a smattering of other sophomores. Standing against a wall to our right are a pair of Dauntless members, a guy and a girl, talking and laughing. The guy has long-ish brown hair, with streaks of green shot through. His face seems to have a natural grin perpetually on his face, and his arm is slung over the girl's shoulders. The girl has shoulder length dark blond hair and hazel eyes, and, I'm glad to see, a rather small frame like me.

"Initiates!" Four says loudly, effectively cutting off all conversation among the crowd. "Today we'll be demonstrating some fighting methods, then have you practice punches and kicks on the bags. We won't be having you fight each other until Thursday."

A chorus of "Aww"s rise up from the sophomores, who had obviously been hoping to get a few extra wins. Four frowns. "Sorry guys, but you need to brush up too. And you can help the new kids; there's only one of me, you know!"

"Ahem," a female voice from the side says, and we all look over to see the pair of members standing away from the wall.

The guy waves with a little grin and says, "Hi, guys!" Turning to Four, he adds, "We exist too, you know."

Four sighed. Indicating the two, he says, "This is Emily and Tim, they're training to be instructors and the start of next semester." They grin identical smiles. "They're also gonna help me demonstrate our rules of fighting without serious injury," Four add, shooting a glance at them.

They straighten up immediately, trying to look more professional. Four - wait for it - he actually grins at them, and for once the ice in his blue eyes seems to melt a little. "Okay, so they're gonna demonstrate punches as I say them." And just like that, his eyes are back to their normal ice cold state.

The first fifteen minutes pass with Four naming punches - like an uppercut - and either Emily or Tim demonstrating it on the other, stopping just before it hit. Finally, his list apparently runs out, and Tim and Emily step away from each other, still grinning widely.

Tim claps his hands together. "Right then. Now, Em and I are gonna show you what one of our fights is like. And how to NOT HURT EACH OTHER. Peter, I am talking to you. I've still got the scar."

A few laughs rise up from the crowd before they're quickly stifled. Tim and Emily turn towards each other again, and both put their arms up in a defensive position. They circle slowly, before Emily darts forward and uppercuts his jaw - or tries to, because he blocks it and retaliates with a sharp jab to her ribs with his elbow. Off to the side, Four yells "Tim, 1!"

The fight continues, every time either one landings a hit Four yelling out their name and their current score. After five minutes, he yells, "Time!" and they break apart, breathing heavily.

Emily immediately turns to Four. "Who won?"

Four smirks. "Tim did."

Tim punches the air, and crows in victory, "Haha, yes! See, Em, I can beat you!"

"Yeah, yeah, tell that to my twenty-three wins," she shoots back.

Tim raises his hands in surrender. "Okay, got me there."

They're still grinning, their friendship clearly stronger than any minor disagreements.

Four clears his throat. "Alright, now you guys are gonna take turns with the punching bags, and no fighting until we say it's okay."

Near me, I hear Peter mutter sarcastically, "Yes, sir."

A shiver goes up my back, part of me not even wanting to know what he's up to and the other part determined not to rest until I find out. Before I can spare another thought to it, Emily and Tim are walking among us, splitting us into groups to take turns with the punching bags. I end up sharing one with Uriah, Lynn, Christina, and a tall boy named Al. Lynn takes the first turn on the bag, leaving us four to talk amongst ourselves.

I'm watching Lynn attack the bag and vaguely tuning into the other three's conversation when I realize Al just asked me a question. I turn to him, an apologetic look on my face. "Sorry, what was that?"

He looks amused, and repeats, "Are you from around here or did you move? Because I don't remember seeing you around in middle school."

"Oh, I moved here over the summer." At his interested face, I add, "From Virginia, lived there all my life until now."

"Yeah, I know that feeling. I moved to the city in elementary school, from out in the country. Not as big a move as yours, though. What was your school like, growing up?" Al has a friendly face, and is easy to talk to as we wait. Subconsciously, I notice that Lynn finished her turn and handed over the punching bag to Uriah.

"I was actually homeschooled growing up, didn't know anything about school until I started coming here," I say, with a small grin on my face.

Al grins back. "Well, you could have fooled me."

We keep making small talk until it's the others have finished their turns on the bag, then he gestures to it and says, "You go go first, if you want."

I smile in gratitude, saying, "Thanks," as I step forward. At first, I hit the bag uncertainly, confessing, "This is my first time with a punching bag, so do I just.."

"Hit it?" Christina guesses. "Yeah, you just hit it, hard as you can."

I hit it again, a bit more certainly this time, and the others help me adjust my stance so I can start getting the punches right. "That's pretty good, but you might be better off using something besides your fists." I start, nearly smacking my nose into the bag when I jump forward. I hadn't realized the instructors were walking around. Tim grinned at my reaction. "Hey, at least I'm not Four. Speaking of.. Four, what do you think?"

"Hmm?" Four said, looking up from the person he was helping.

"How do you think she could fight better?"

Four walked over, looking me up and down briefly before saying, "Not much muscle, so use your elbows and knees." I nod, and he goes back to his previous spot and continues down the line of punching bags.

Tim claps my shoulder. "Keep at it, you're doin' great!" he says as he turns to the next group.

As I keep trying the different punches, I feel myself getting more used to them. Then, it's Al's turn, and I step away from the bag and look around at the other bags. Most of the older initiates are standing away from the bags, looking bored, while the freshman look a range between hesitant, like me, and overconfident.

Soon, everyone has had at least one turn with their punching bags, and Four, Emily, and Tim go back to the front of the room. "Alright, now, based on your skill level that we just observed, and, if you're a sophomore, how many fights you've won, we're going to organize you into pairs to take turns in the rings," Emily shouts, again effectively cutting off conversation. "While we do that, go ahead and practice with each other - but DON'T MAKE CONTACT until we start the regulated, scored fights. Got it?" At the end, she glares and looks around the crowd, focusing on random people.

A general wave of consent rolled over the gathered crowd, and Emily steps back, satisfied. She joins Tim and Four at a small table in the corner.

Free from the prying eyes of the instructors, I take this chance to look around the room again. Right behind us, across the room, a group of members are throwing small knives at a large target, whooping whenever anyone gets close to or hits the center.

A few members are also crowding around a table with food on it, a few with plates of chocolate cake in their hands. I hear a gasp next to my ear, and turn to see Christina standing there, in a pose that looks like she was about to tap my shoulder. But now she's frozen, staring eagerly at the slices of cake. I glance at her quizzically, and she seems to realize that I'm still here. She looks at me, and I can see glee in her eyes. "Uriah and Zeke made their special cake!"

"What? What special cake?"

She blinks, almost not comprehending the concept that someone doesn't know what the special cake is."Uriah and Zeke have this secret recipe for the most amazing chocolate cake in the world, they sometimes make it for special occasions and bring it to the Dauntless meetings."

"When can I try some?"

"After we practice fighting," Uriah says, coming up next to me. Turning to Christina, he adds, "We need to teach her our ways!"

She smirks, and says, "Why yes, yes we do."

I glance between them rapidly, and they each grab one of my arms and drag me to an unoccupied corner.

A/N If you happen to have read the two chapters currently up of A Genius Among The Ordinary, the collab between me and The221cTimeLord, you'll recognize Tim and Emily from that story. Tim is my OC, Emily 100% belongs to The221cTimeLord, I just borrowed her for this :D And if you're curious.. I ship them, so as far as I'm concerned.. They're together.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Your reviews really are the best part of writing this - don't get me wrong, this is a lot of fun on its own, but your reviews just make me so happy whenever I get them. (When I got the notification for the twentieth review I was so happy I was grinning pretty much all day) So please, leave a review telling me what you thought!

What follows is sort of a funny story, so if you're super not interested you can close this and stop reading, but otherwise, you're welcome to stay!

So a couple weeks ago I told one of my best friends about this story, because even though she hasn't read Divergent she likes reading my stories and giving feedback. We were on a video call while she read, and when she got to the end of chapter four, she gasped, looked straight up at the camera, and asked in a shocked tone of voice, "Is Four Tobias?"

Being the douchebag that I am, I responded with "I shall say nothing" as a mysterious smile. Because I really don't want to spoil Divergent for her.

Anyway, yeah, just kinda a cool/funny story. :D