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*REVISED 6/30/14*

Chapter VIII. Guns and Roses

TRIS

I wake up first and I stretch. I walk out of bed to wake Christina up.

"Nice legs Stiff." Peter teases. I roll my eyes.

Will wolf whistles and I glare at him.

"Initiates, follow me." Four says.

We stand in a line in the training room. Four walks in front of us, back and forth, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He grabs a gun from each table in front of a target and hands it to each of us. I hold it in my hand.

An M-4 Carbine, nice.

I have the same one in my bag, but I decide that one's just for emergencies. Once each initiate has a gun, Four begins to lecture us.

Again.

"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second thing is how to win a fight." He paces back and forth. I yawn, easy.

He continues.

"Thankfully, if you are here, you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that." Ugh I'm so tired. "Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each stage,"

Ranking? If I beat Peter… the thought makes me smile.

"The stages are not weighed equally in determining your final rank, so it is possible, though difficult, to drastically improve your rank over time. We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear."

"Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second mental, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."

Oh.

I stare at him in wonder. I knew Dauntless initiation wasn't easy, but I seem prepared. I hear someone yawn, and look as Peter is asking a question while yawning. Four goes up to him and presses the barrel of his gun to his forehead.

If I was in Four's position, I'd pull the trigger. Peter's face is portrayed with shock as he freezes mid-yawn. I hold in a snicker. He glares at me.

"Wake. Up." Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it." He lowers his gun, and earns a glare from Peter.

The nerve of Candors… What'd he ask?

"And to answer your question, you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for mother if you defend yourself."

Oh. The word 'mother' reminds me of my parents, and how I left them. I'm a traitor, but Caleb is too. ERUDITE?!

I sigh. Four paces toward the end of the line of initiates, and he pauses. "This is also information you may need after stage one. So watch me." He turns and shoots the target. Bullseye. I smirk.

"Begin." I turn to my target and I hear the familiar bangs of the bullets, however they are hitting the walls, nowhere near the target. I smirk. My fellow initiates suck. Except for Christina and Will of course. The others are probably on their second or third round by now, while I haven't shot a single bullet. A figure walks up to me.

I turn around, smiling. "Do you think you're better than the other initiates?" I shake my head no.

"Shoot. Blindfolded." My smile drops when it's Eric. When'd he get here? I smirk.

"Gladly." I turn around, and my eyes are covered by a black cloth. I steady my position, aim, and pull the trigger. I brace for impact and I hear the gasps of my fellow initiates. I smirk, and pull off my blindfold. I turn to look at Eric, who's genuinely surprised.

"Does that answer your question?" He blushes in anger, and turns to talk to Four, who is also surprised.

"How the hell did the Stiff do that?" Peter growled. I rolled my eyes and shoot another bullet, straying into the center.

"Tris!" I turn to my name. "What was that?! You are awesome at shooting!" Christina yells. I blush.

"Thanks." I turn back to my target, and continue shooting. Every shot I make falls on the same hole in the middle of the target.

Right now, Edward, Peter and I are hitting the middle of the target, I make the most, of course. Christina and the others are close.

Al, however, isn't even hitting the target. He's going to become Factionless.

"I need to talk to you Tris." Eric snapped. I look over at Four who gets up and leaves with us. We exit the training room and Eric shuts the door. I feel safer with Four here. Eric looks at my body. Disgusting.

"Hey," I clear my throat. "My face is up here." He looks up and smirks.

"I know." He responds coyly. I shudder.

"What do you want?" Four asks Eric.

"How'd you get so good?" He asks casually.

"I've known I wanted to be Dauntless for a long time," I simply state. "Shouldn't you be proud? I'm Dauntless." I snap, raising an eyebrow.

That's not what your results said. I shake the thought away.

Eric glares at me before shrugging.

"You're right. I wonder what else the Stiff's good at." He says, looking at Four who glares at him.

"It's just training Eric, don't get any ideas." He snaps.

"Pervert," I say under my breath. Four bites his lip to hide his laugh.

"Well, if you excuse me, I am going to go back to practice shooting." I shove Eric out of the way and head back to my station. I pick up the gun.

"Hey, what did Eric and Four talk to you about?" Christina asks.

I shrug. "Nothing. Except Eric was being a total pervert. Ugh!" I say.

Christina pretends to vomit, making me laugh. Eric and Four walk back in.

I continue shooting. I have an idea. "Hey Christina, know what we should do?" She stops shooting and turns to me.

"Truth or Dare, but with only dares. Only involving shooting." She smiles. "Deal." I smile. "Okay Chrissy, dare you to shoot the words 'I LOVE WILL' on your target."

She glares at me, but succeeds with the dare.

"Tris, dare you to shoot a rose on Peter's target."

Ugh.

She looks apologetic, once she realizes what she said. "Tris! Sorry! You don't have t-"

I cut her off. "Yes I do, it's a dare." I aim at Peter's target, and shoot the bullets in the form of a rose.

He looks at me shocked, and I just smirk. I go back to Christina and we laugh.

Four walks over to us. "Why do you think you can just shoot other people's targets?" he asks, annoyed.

I don't care.

I shrug and say, "It was a dare. It won't be very Dauntless if I turn dares down, now would it?" I say playfully to piss him off. He leaves.

Christina laughs, "How can you just have so many good comebacks?" I shrug.

-o0o-

After several rounds of Gun Dare, we only have 30 minutes until our lunch break. "Tris, dare you to call over all the initiates' attention and our LOVELY instructors' and do your best gun trick, you have to get a Bullseye."

I scoff on the Bullseye part.

"Easy." I walk backwards, toward the other side of the training room.

"Initiate! Get back to your target!" Eric says.

"EVERYONE! WATCH THIS!" I wait until I have the whole room's attention, even Peter and his trio. Al seems to be his friend, but is too kind for Dauntless.

Christina and Will are holding back a laugh. (Will joined in the game rounds ago) I sprint, and tuck my gun underneath my chest, then do six back hand-springs, two backflips, a handstand flipping onto a barrel roll, then rolling into the full splits, then I shoot the target. Bullseye. The whole room is astonished, and goes up in cheers. Except for Peter and his trio plus Al.

Eric opens his mouth. "Very impressive initiate. How about this dare. I dare you to go stand in front of the target and stand there while I shoot bullets at you. If you flinch, you are Factionless."

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