All that happens in this chapter is basically the same as last chapter just in Four's PoV. I wouldn't call it the most exciting chapter, but there will defiantly be some exciting shit to come.

Four

Eric told me late last night that he had made sure I would be helping out with training today. He told me that Christina had tripped and broken her leg, I didn't know whether that he meant he had made sure she had broken her leg or if it truly were just a lucky coincidence, either way, I knew that Tris was helping out with training so this would give me a great opportunity to talk to her.

Eric still hasn't given me any way to possibly get rid of Tris yet, I thought he would have told me a time and place to make it happen, but he hasn't. Maybe he's giving me free rains on this one. The idea of killing Tris just because of her Divergence makes me cringe inwardly, it surprises me Eric hasn't found out about me yet, but it's all probably just a matter of time before he has someone do the same to me as I am doing to Tris, well at least I know to watch my back from now on.

By the time I arrive at the training hall Zeke is writing names on the board; pairing initiates up for the fights. "Hey," I say as I walk.

Zeke turns his head and smiles. "Heard you'd be helping out today," He says before finishing writing the last pair of names. He stands up and turns to me. "You hear about Christina?"

I nod as the initiates start to file in, some talking quietly amongst themselves, others still battling of sleep. I look to Zeke for the signal to start, not sure if everyone is here or not. Zeke's eyes quickly scan the crowd and he shakes his head at me. I walk over to him as the initiates mull around. "Who's missing?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Some Candor transfer, Amber. And Tris obviously isn't here yet."

I scrunch my eyebrows together slightly. "What do you mean?"

Zeke laughs lightly. "This is Tris; she'll be late to her own funeral. Besides, she usually stops of to get coffee," he says cracking his knuckles. "Never gets me one," he adds to himself as he starts toward the board full of names and begins to explain what will be happening.

I tune out; I've heard it all before. I'm just glad I'm not the one who has to give the lecture this time around.

As my eyes scan over the room taking everything in once again I see the door open out of the corner of my eye and see a tall girl walk in, a sour expression on her face as she joins the back of the group. She is soon followed by Tris, which explains the look; Tris must have laid into her for being late. Tris stands near the door, steam rising out of the paper cup she holds between her hands. My eyes flick to Zeke and I can see the lust in his eyes the coffee brings to him. Poor guy, he isn't getting any anytime soon judging by the way Tris holds the cup.

Zeke finishes reading of the names and he waves Tris over. I watch her as she makes her way across the room; the coffee cup discarded somewhere, and comes to a stop next to Zeke. "Tris will be helping Four and I assess you," he says. "And will have a say in your final rankings. So if you don't impress her, you don't impress us." I see a questioning look pass over Tris' face as Zeke continues, "These fights will have a big impact on your rank, so don't let yourself down." With that he dismisses the initiates.

Zeke and Tris walk over to me as the first pair begins their fight. Zeke comes to stand next to me as Tris watches the fight. "So what do you think about the fight?" Zeke ask quietly.

"I couldn't care less," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest again.

"Tris is a pretty good fighter isn't she?" He asks, indicating her with his eyes.

I nod and laugh. "Why don't you ask your nose? If it's fixed, that is."

"Ha ha ha, hilarious. But seriously, she has a lot of skill."

I nod silently, thinking of when she took out Peter, who was twice the size of her, in under two minutes. If that isn't skill, I don't know what is.

When I look back to the fight I see that it is over. "Well done, Dyce!" Zeke calls half-heartedly then calls up the next pair. I hear Tris mutter something quietly as she walks away off to the other side of the hall. I watch her as she approaches the boy that lost the fight and starts talking to him. It seems like she is giving him fighting techniques as she points at me and carries on talking. I shift uncomfortably under her gaze but try not to let it show.

She appears back after a few minutes after the next fight begins and Zeke only just notices she had gone. "Where did you disappear off to?" He asks.

"Nowhere that concerns you," Tris retorts and I smirk, still watching the fight.

Nothing has happened with the two girls, they are still waiting for the other to make their move when I shout out, "If you two don't hit each other in the next five seconds you're both out!" My inner trainer making an appearance. The two girls are startled into a fight and Tris jumps slightly. I roll my eyes as one girl surrenders and they both get up, dusting each other off.

Zeke walks off to call the next pair and I feel Tris nudge me in the side. "Glad to be back training?" She asks me, surprising me slightly that she is the first one to talk.

Memories of last year come flooding back to the front of my mind: Tris whooping ass, Tris volunteering to stand in front of the target, and me catching her ear with the final knife. "Brings back memories," I say smiling. Tris' hand goes up to her ear, whether she knows she's doing it or not, and fingers the scar left there.

"So did you hear about Christina?" She asks changing topic suddenly.

"Eric told me she slipped or something and broke her leg?" I ask wanting a confirmation.

She nods once. "That doesn't sound like her. I know her; she wouldn't slip on a wet floor. This is Christina, she can run in seven inch heels up stairs, she's not gonna' slip on a wet floor."

I nod to myself, silently agreeing with her. My guess if Eric did have something to do with it. "No, it doesn't," I say quietly. "Oh well. What about you?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"You liking training?" I repeat.

"It's alright, I guess. But tattooing is my calling." I chuckle to myself at her choice of words. "But it's a nice change." I know what she means; being stuck in the control room five days a week can get a bit tedious. I finally turn my attention back to the current fight. As does she.

So that is chapter 4.5. I now have this story planned out down the every detail so I may be able to update on a more regular basis not that I know what is going to happen in each chapter. And let me tell you this, I have an exciting twist! Dun dun dunnn! I shall not be revealing it and nor should I think that you would want it revealed.

So until next time...

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