Thank you so much to you amazing readers and for your review. To answer some questions. No there isn't war in this story and yes there will be FourTris. I rally hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry I couldn't update sooner, college was swallowing me whole but if i get any more review tomorrow then I will put up another chapter. Please enjoy :)

Chapter 2

A Helping Hand.

Tris' POV

My face is swollen and I feel like my body is broken. This is the welcome Dauntless seems to give to their new initiates. After my K.O with Eric yesterday I have been trying to stay out of his way, but it seems every time I look at him he is staring at me with dark, hungry eyes. In all honesty I don't think the dudes right in the head.

"So how are you feeling today?" A voice cuts through my thoughts. I want to get up and walk away when I see that it is, of all people, Peter. I have only recently known his name, mainly from Eric calling him over.

"Like you care, just get away from me you creep." I say with venom spiked in every word. I'm sat on a bench and his tall figure is towering over me making me feel unconftable and that I should start to kneel and kiss his feet. I'm sure that's the sort of effect he's trying to give off anyway. Dick. Before he can retaliate I get up and make my way past him, but obviously it wasn't as easy as that. He grabs my upper arm and flicks his wrist so fast that it twists the skin and a rush of pain streams through my body. I only just manage not to squirm away in fear, but I know he sees it in my eyes, and I hate myself for it. Soon enough though he's gone, just like Eric had yesterday. Done the damage and left.

Calebs POV.

This is hard. Not so much for me, but it's hard watching Tris get punched or kicked. I've always found myself to be her protector when she needed it, I know she can handle her self, trust me I found out the hard way when I underestimated her in one of our own fights. Here, in these headquarters, nothing is childs play. These people are vicious and ruthless at all costs. I know that, but Tris doesn't seem to understand how important it is to, how shall I say it, stick it to the man, she needs to start training and equipting herself with the physical mentality to beat her opponents on the mats and I won't just sit by and let her get beat down. She needs a helping hand.

"Get up. Now." I say to a very tired and bruised little sister. She rolls so she is facing me. It's 5:02AM. She looks at her watch then at me with murderous eyes.

"What the fuck?" She utters under her breath. I smirk a little at her expression.

"You're falling behind, who knows what happens to people who fall behind." I say, wiping the grin off my face. Her facial lines turn a little sad in recognition, because even she herself knows that she's failing. With a bit more pushing and shoving I have her in the training room by 5:10AM first we batter the punching bags, then to try to improve her upper strength even more I get her doing lifts and climbing ropes. Real training starts at 6:00AM and its 5:45AM already, we only have fifteen minutes so I take her to where she hates the most; the mats.

"Come on Caleb, we're doing this later anyway." She says. Evident that she is scared I almost give in and skip the mats but I'm being resilient with her.

"No, Eric and Peter are you main opponents at the moment, they're the top dogs at this, if you want to make it through initiation then you can't be scarred of facing the fists." I say, and she knows I'm right. She dabs her hands in the white powder beside the mats and stands, waiting for me.

We have fought three rounds, both glittering with sweat. She has a bloody lip and my nose is bleeding. This is the first time we have ever really taken a fight serious between us. She strikes a right fist towards my face and I see that she exhales right before delivering, so I quickly duck the punch and ram my shoulder into her stomach knocking any air left out of her lungs. Her back smashes to the floor and she's gasping for air. Just then I hear a clapping echo the room. Eric approaches me clapping me on the back.

"That was good, I can see you are going to be a liable asset for Dauntless." I am taken aback by his abnormal behavior.

"But, the thing is my friend is to be the best you have to beat the best. I'm the best, so are you ready?" Eric almost sings to me as if it is such a normal thing to ask someone. Anxiety hits my gut at full swing and I feel I might pass out. Eric stares at Tris with a sick smirk on his face raising an eyebrow. She knows that he's telling her to get off the mat. Clutching her stomach she stumbles to the side lines. Both myself and Eric take our fighting stance. He swoops in to fast for me to see and socks me in the mouth, then again and again. I'm on the floor, this is the worst place to be because usually it's the most valnruable. He's giving me a cringe worthy smirk whilst lifting his heel up to deliver the finishing blow, but it never comes. Once my vision has dismissed the black dots I see- Oh god, she's so stupid. Tris rugby tackled Eric, surprisingly to the floor, when I look around I see that some of the students have gathered. Then suddenly I see Four speed walking to the mats with determination in his eye. Tris is straddling Eric, he lifts his left leg and wraps it around her neck smacking her head on the mat.

"Stop!" Four says, making the whole room still.

"What is it Four, this thing merely jumped me whilst I was fighting." Eric growls.

"She has done this out of anger and that is not how we fight." Four retorts.

"When I let her go, she's out. When I say out I mean out of initiation." I freeze, what does this mean?

Tris' POV

When I lay there with Erics calf cutting off my air way I hear voices, everything a little muffled from my lack off oxygen. I hear Four and I hear Eric, then I hear the words 'shes out'. The next thing I know I'm sucking in all the oxygen I can. Eric is standing now and Four is beside him. Four says something to Eric but I don't hear it. I get to my feet feeling spaced out and disoriented. Four grabs my Four arm and is now walking me away from the mats.

"Where are we going?" I manage to choke out.

"Now you're kicked out of initiation there's only one place for you."

"And that is?" He gives me a side ways look and bites the inside of his cheek.

"Recovery."

Boom! So how did you find this one? Was my first time writing Caleb so was that good or no. Please review because it always helps me write because i know that people are actually reading. :D