Chapter 3

But those are the days that bind us together, forever
And those little things define us forever, forever

~Bad Blood, Bastille

Doesn't that remind you of the parabatai ceremony? Now for the actual chapter.

Jace Pov

Tris walks us over to their training room. It reminds me of the one we have in the Institute. There are some minor differences. Our training room doesn't look like it hasn't been cleaned or update in centuries, and we have more weapons. That last part is always expected.

Four begins to talk to us. "I want to remind you that we take initiation very seriously, and don't like to mocked while training initiates. We are giving you more chances because you ended up here, and didn't choose Dauntless on purpose. Understand?" Four glared at Isabelle, then Magnus, and lastly at me. I just shrugged at him, which slightly annoyed him. "Today we'll be teaching you how to fight. Here is the correct form." He begins to demonstrate how to fight.

I look over at Isabelle, who looks very bored. She mouths at me, We already know how to fight. I nod my head in agreement. Alec is explaining some basic technique to Magnus, and Clary is answering all of Simon's questions. Tris looks at us, amused, before looking back at Four. He finally finishes.

"I hope you got all of that," she says staring at us. Her eyes tell me that she's slightly amused, and bothered by our lack of interest. I mean, we'd all be more interested if we were learning something new. We've done this all of our lives. Fighting is easy. It is a part of a Shadowhunter's daily life.

We all get dismissed to the punching bags. I choose the one next to Clary and Alec. I punch the bag pretty hard for a few hours. We all do, but this a bit boring. I love to fight, but I only punch punching bags for hours on end when I'm angry. Clary looks tired, and Simon is pretending to punch his bag. Magnus wished his bag away, and was ezting a chocolate cake. The whole cake. At this point, I know our so called instructors weren't paying attention to us at all.

I walk over to Four, who is talking to Tris. They are in deep conversation. I look over my shoulder, and see Clary walking towards me. She catches up to me before I reach them.

"What are you doing?" She asks me.

"Talking to them about our training. This is boring, and a waste of time. Not to mention a bit tiring," I respond.

"Just a bit?" she says smiling.

"Yes, I'm afraid my natural talent gave me superhuman strength. I did hear that everyone was always awed by the fact that I could best them every single time."

She laughs. "Are you sure you should handle this? You have a tendency to annoy every person you have ever meet."

"Yes, I'm sure. It's not my fault that everyone I meet is naturally jealous of me at some point or another. Or charmed. I'll do fine. You can help me if you want."

"Sure."

Tris and Four turn towards us. "What are you doing, initiates?" Four asks.

"We came to ask you when we would stop training. I've done things harder than this when I was five. Everyone else already quit." I nod over to our companions. Magnus, who's face is covered in cake, is talking to Alec and Isabelle. Isabelle keeps on looking over to observe Simon. He's turning the punching bag into an anime character. I think. Clary was laughing at it. She turned back to Four and Tris with a smile still on her face.

Four had a disapproving look on his face. "You'll all need to learn respect. Next time you misbehave, you'll hang from the chasm. All of you. Well, your dismissed for lunch. Fill up the burgers. You'll train after this."

As I open my mouth to comment, Tris says, "You won't fight. We'll teach you how to shoot a gun."

After lunch, we made our way back to the training room. "I say we draw runes on all the guns, so they don't work. Who doesn't have a stele?"

Simon and Magnus raise their hands. "I'll help them," Clary suggests. "I can draw runes pretty fast . Magnus, switch guns with me after I draw a rune on it. I'll draw it on yours after, Simon."

Four and Tris pass us guns when we reach the training room. "This how you hold a gun," Tris was saying as Four demonstrated. Alec, Isabelle, I drew runes on our guns. Clary was doing Simon's. She already finished with Magnus's gun.

"Let me," I whisper, and take her gun. I draw a strength rune on it, and return it to her. She casts me a grateful look.

"Don't you feel a little bit bad for breaking their guns?" She says.

"No. They deserve it."

Four and Tris turn back to us. "To your targets," Four says coldly. He obviously dislikes all of us. We all click the bullets in place, but they won't shoot. I know they won't. That's what runes do to gunpowder.

"Why haven't you shot a target yet?" Four says irritably.

"I don't think my gun works," Simon calls out.

"Or mine," Alec says.

"Mine is broken," Magnus shouts.

"I think all our guns are broken," I say. "You have faulty equipment."

Tris takes my gun, and Four takes Alec's. They try to shot the gun, and it doesn't work. They also replace the bullets, and try again. It doesn't work. They pointlessly repeat this with all of our guns. Four walks over to me.

"What's this about?" he asks, pointing to the rune on the gun.

"How would I know?" I lie. "It's your gun."

"It's not on any of our other guns. Just yours. And all your friends guns."

Alec steps next to me. "It's a rune." He explains. "They allow us to fight demons, and-"

I cut Alec off by pulling him aside. "Are you crazy?" I whisper. "Do you want to get us punished by these weirdos?"

"It'll be the right thing," he responds. I just stare at him in disbelief. He's hopeless.

"Runes don't allow gunpowder to activate," Alec finishes telling Four.

He has all come over, and whispers to us coldly, "I've had it with you. All of you. You think you're all high and mighty. You're disrespectful. You are worse than the Candor."

"He's just never met Jace before," Simon whispers. I shoot him an icy glare.

"So, you have one chance. I'm being very generous with you guys. Maybe I'll let Eric train you. Serves you all justice. If only we weren't enemies." He straightens. "You understand?"

We all looked a bit spooked. I've seen people burst out angrily before. Heck, I've burst out angrily before. And stormed off after it. I've never seen anyone talk that softly with so much anger in their voice. Maybe he's just got a lot of practice.

Despite that, I decide to speak up. "If we did something interesting, maybe we would behave better. Fighting is child's play."

"So, you think you're so tough, huh?" Four says. "Initiates always do. They never realize how wrong they are."

"I don't think you know who you're dealing with," I say.

"So you think you're the best, don't you?" Four responds.

"He is probably the best Shadowhunter of our time," Alec interjects. I shoot him a smile. I gotta love my parabatai.

"You couldn't beat me in a fight, ever." Four responds.

"Actually, I bet I could."

"You're on."

"Four, are you sure about this?" Tris calls. So, apparently this is out of character for number boy.

"I am done dealing with these disrepectful people from another time frame." He responds.

Clary looks over at me, but she can tell that I'm completely for this.

"So he's not backing out?" Alec said. Clary shakes her head.

Four hops into the ring, and I follow.

"Let's begin," he says. I know it's time to fight.

Who do you think should win the fight? Four or Jace? If you have any ideas for their fears, tell me. Who's fear landscape should we go through? To me, Four seems a bit OOC in this chapter:). On the bright side, I updated:)

See you all next chapter!

~DauntlessPokemonRide