Sami's P.O.V.

Four led Tris and I into a room. Looking around, I could see that the walls were bare rock, and what looked like an arena of some sorts. I glanced at Tris and gave her a look of confusion. She sighed and looked up at Four. He cleared his throat and started speaking.

"Now, this is where you're going to be fighting everyone. Fair warning, you will have to fight everyone for your rank among the others. So don't be surprised if you aren't feeling to well after all this is over. You must get all this done today because stage two starts tomorrow." He said, shifting his gaze to me. "Now, I'm going to go and get the other initiates. You two get to stay here. I guess you could do whatever it is girls do to 'get to know' each other." He smiled a bit and walked out of the room.

I turned to Tris and grinned at her.

"So..." I said awkwardly sitting down on the floor. "How are you?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Brilliant!" I exclaimed in my overly fake British accent. She laughed a bit.

"So, um... You mentioned something about your dad being Fenton? Fenton Hardy?" Tris asked.

My body went stiff. I really didn't like talking about dad because when I talked about dad, it somehow got off track to kidnapping and all that stuff. And I didn't want to talk about that.

"Uh, yeah..." I said hastily. "That's my Dad. The Fenton Hardy."

"So what does your dad do?" She asked. "I mean, he's not here all the time."

"Uh... Um, well... Any of the time he isn't here he's probably... Um..." I stuttered. I didn't want to say it. "He's probably running around chasing some idiot bad person that's kidnapped me, Cypress, Frank or Joe." I said quickly. I sighed. That was over with. I could only hope she could understand it.

"What was that?"

"Ugh..." I sighed. "My dad is a PI. A private investigator. So he solves cases in the US that he's willing to take. Now, when my dad puts these people in jail for what they did, the swear revenge on my father. And then they somehow break out of jail and hunt me or my three older siblings down." I explained. I took a deep breath. "They kidnap us and they torture us. All just for revenge on my dad." I choked. I hated talking about all this, let alone to someone that wasn't Joe. Even telling Cypress or Frank was a struggle.

Tris gave me a sympathetic look. I couldn't tell if it were real or fake. But I knew I didn't want her sympathy.

"Tris, don't give me that look. I don't need your sympathy." I said.

"Oh... I was just trying to imagine what that would be like." She said. "And all because my dad was doing the right thing."

"Ah, you get used to it because you realize that at least one of your family members is looking for you. Now usually, it's Frank or Joe, but because they've moved out, it's just me and Cypress. But I still have to trust that she'll find me."

"So, I could bet you're pretty selfless, as well as all your siblings." She said, bringing her legs into her chest.

"Oh, well... I mean, I guess." I mumbled as I remembered all the times Cypress or Frank or Joe had saved me. "I mean, I remember one time, Cypress and I got kidnapped when we were younger, and I took a bullet for her and so she could escape. In return she went home to Frank and Joe and told them where we were."

"You've gotten shot?" Tris asked in astonishment.

"Hm? Yeah, I have." I said. I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, heck, everyone of us has gotten shot or stabbed at some point."

"Wow. I never would have thought."

"Well, nobody ever thinks of what it's like to be a Hardy. I guess they don't know what it's like to fear leaving your own house." I sighed. "That's why I hesitated running away. But if I hadn't run away, I wouldn't know you, or Four. And then where would I be?"

Tris smiled. "I dunno, Sam. I dunno."

Four came back soon with a group of eight other people. I sighed. Four was right. I was going to be tired. A lot of them were taller, and more muscular, than I was, which kind of scared me. Al was amongst the group of people. He seemed too nice to beat anybody up. But I'm sure he would if he had to.

"Now," Four said. "As I explained on the way here, there is a new initiate who needs ranking. We'll go in order from bottom to top so as not to overwhelm her."

"Alright," I said, standing up.

"So, Myra, you're up." Four said. I thought about that for a minute. This girl Myra was at the bottom of the rankings. That actually surprised me. We walked to the center of the room to the arena and I saw someone come in another door. It was an unfamiliar face. It was pierced all over, which made me sick to my stomach. Tattoos like the ones I had noticed on Tris's collarbone were okay. That's just a tattoo. But piercing a that leave holes in your body that aren't in your ears, that just disgusted me.

"Who's that?" I asked Myra as we met up in the middle.

"Eric. Don't even pay attention to him."

"So, um… How does this work? When do we start?"

"Now." the Eric guy said from where he was, leaning up against the wall. I turned my head to him and glared. I looked back at Myra and stared at her. How was this going to work?

"Well?" Eric said, crossing his arms. I rolled my eyes, swinging my foot up to hit her jaw. It made contact with her jaw, knocking her down. She lay there, motionless. I gasped, clamping my hand over my mouth in shock. I didn't mean to do that. Eric slowly clapped his hands together. I glared at him. I don't know why he'd applaud me for that.

"Al," Four said.

After the fight with Myra, things flew by. That is, until I had to fight a boy names Peter. He was really tall, which scared me. How was I going to beat him?

"Peter, it's your go." Four said. I stood in the arena and sighed. This was going to be a while.

Heads up you guys! Next chapter will go back to Bayport with Frank, Joe and Cyp. Kay? Chapter 8 will be back at Dauntless to check in on Sami's fights.