HI GUYS! I'm back with Julia's P.O.V of the fight!

For my one guest reviewer, from chapter two:

"Go Eve! You showed them!" My aptitude test administrator, the Dauntless boy, stands there with a smile etched on his face. "Good job, Killer. I'm Vincient. I should've said that before."

Her aptitude test administrator and also Sin. He calls her killer because she kept stabbing the dog.

Review please! I bugged Eve about it so much at our archery tournament because no one had reviewed at that point. (By the way I got a 250 out of 300, my BEST EVER!) Tell me if you play any sports! (I mean, I don't of course... :) )


Chapter 8: Weeks After

We each had to fight every other initiate. I beat David, Theran, Samuel, and Sienna. Andrea was too fast and too strong to beat. Andrew was slow, but CRUSHING with blows that, if you were hit in the head, sent you into oblivion with one punch. Unfortunately, I was on the receiving end of one of those blows and woke up in the infirmary. Eve, Samuel, Theran, David and Andrea hovered nearby.

Our group's friendship grew; as well as between our instructors and Eve and I. The lunch and dinner Ten and Sin were our friends, while the training Ten and Sin were our hardcore instructors.

I walk into the training room expecting to be fighting Leon today. But when I see who I am fighting, I scream.

"NO! I AM NOT FIGHTING HER!"

Then Eve walks in. At the sight of the board, she turns paler than usual. Our conversation is quick, eyes speaking.

Me: No.

Her: You have to.

"I won't fight her," I say, crossing my arms.

"You'll have to hang from the Chasm," Daniel says. He's become a permanent fixture in the training room.

The thought makes my arms shake already. I don't let it show, though, as I drawl, "Fine."

I start toward the door, when Eve shouts, "COWARD!" I don't turn. "Are you so much of a spineless whelp you can't even hit me?" I flinch, Dauntless pride coming through, but still didn't turn. She's trying to get me angry. It won't work. I can't fight her; I can't.

"It's a good thing your father's dead!" That hurts.

"So that he doesn't have to ever look at you again. A miserable excuse for a daughter."

That is it. I am past caring. You can insult me all you want, but you don't say anything about my father.

I fly at her, a haze of red clouding my vision. I punch, kick. I am not aware of anything until someone pulls me away.

"Calm down." I hear a familiar voice in my ear. He pulls me into his arms. I bury my face into his neck.

It's Samuel.