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Tobias' POV

"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second things is how to win a fight." I pass you guns, watching each of the initiates reactions. I linger on Tris, the uncertainty in her face about holding a gun.

"Thankfully, if you are here," I continue moving on. Once I finish passing out the guns I pace in front of them. "you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that."

I stop and stand in front of them. "Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each of these stages. The stages are not weighed equally in determining your final rank, so it is possible, though difficult, to drastically improve your rank over time." I explain to them.

I watch them all explore the guns. They all obviously have no idea what they are doing with one.

"We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear," I say to them, watching as they turn their attention back to me. "Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental." I scan their faces, but avoid Tris. I don't need her to distract me right now.

"But what . . ." Peter yawns through his words. "What does firing a gun have to do with . . . bravery?" He asks.

I flip the gun in my hand, press the barrel to Peter's forehead, and click the bullet into place. I watch as the colour drains from Peter's face and he freezes in mid-yawn.

"Wake. Up." I snap at him. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it." I say harshly. I step back after dropping my arm beside me, I can't help but sneak a glance at 'her'. She is looking between me and Peter, I can tell she is a bit surprised how he didn't make a remark back to me.

Lucky for him.

"And to answer your question . . . you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you're prepared to defend yourself." I stop walking which I didn't realize I was. I turn on my heels and look at them each individually.

"This is also information you may need later in stage one. So, watch me." I instruct them. I turn and face the wall with the targets on it-one square of plywood with three red circles on it each for us. I set me feet apart and raise the gun in both my hands just as I remember being instructed from my instructor. I shoot after aiming down the sights.

It goes right through the middle circle.

I step back now and watch them all go to their own stations. Some shoot right aways, while others get used to holding a gun. It would be smarter to get used to it first before just shooting away. 'Like Tris.' I find myself thinking, then quickly push the thought from my mind.

But I can't help it, I continue watching her. She sets her feet apart just as I had done. She wraps her hands around the gun delicately, too delicately. She holds it too far from her face, I can see. But I don't say anything. 'She needs to figure these things out by herself.' I think, resisting the urge to go and help her.

She squeezes the trigger gently first, then she shoots again a little less hesitant. She cringes from the gun. I watch the other initiates as she sets up again. I can't make it seem like I'm making favorites. I know she missed but I didn't see where it went. I glance discreetly at her as she shoots several more times.

They all miss and I hear the boy beside her, Will I think, say to her: "Statistically speaking," he grins. "you should have hit the target at least once by now, even if by accident." I walk around to the other initiates, giving them tips but stop eventually.

"Is that so," I hear her say. I face her.

"Yeah, I think you're defying nature."

I watch her, again, I see in here eyes something that was not there before. Determination. 'When she sets her mind to something she will do it.' I think to myself as I watch her set her feet up again. She no longer cringes away from it, but rather braces herself.

She squeezes the trigger, and for once I see her not take a step back. I look up at the target. It hit the edge but it still hit the board.

"So you see, I'm right. The stats don't lie," he says. 'Erudite.' I find myself thinking, shaking my head. But I see Tris smiling so it doesn't bother me too much. I then stop watching her and go back the pacing around the initiates, giving out pointers and reminders. But when I do look at her the next time, I see her bullet pierce the middle of the target. I feel happy for her, 'Oh, stop it.' I chide myself angrily.

We break for lunch and I walk over to a table where there was some initiates I graduated with. I ate in silence, thinking about what was coming up next for training. But my mind kept passing over to Tris and her smile, her eyes, the determination in them when she sets her mind to something. 'Why do I keep thinking these thoughts?' I ask myself in my head and sneak a glance at her with Christina and Al. 'She'll probably end up going for someone like Al.' I think as I watch her smile at him.

But I find myself lying.

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I lead them to a larger room. The floors are wooden and cracked. There is a large circle painted in the middle and on the left, a chalkboard where tonight, I will be figuring out who fights who tomorrow. Bur for now, their names are written in alphabetical order on it. In the room, there is also several black punching bags.

I enter the circle and they line up around it watching me.

"As I said this morning," I say turning in a circle to watch them all. "next you will learn how to fight. The purpose of this is to prepare you to act; to prepare your body to respond to threats and challenges- which you will need, if you intend to survive life as a Dauntless." I say to them, only half meaning to scare them.

"We will go over technique today, and tomorrow you will start to fight each other," I say, stopping. My back faces Tris. I chide myself for always paying attention to her, again. "So I recommend that you pay attention. Those who don't learn fast will get hurt." Now I turn sideways so 'she' can see my position better.

I name a few punches, demonstrating them in the air in the middle of the circle. Then I bring them over to the punching bag and show them once more but against something harder like he punching bag.

While everyone tries it on the punching bag first, I watch Tris just preform it a few times in the air. I knew she was watching me because she does the exact same movements as I did in the ring.

I turn my back and watch the other initiates. I wander through them and watch as them preform the movements over and over. I make my way over to Tris without realizing it and watch as she does it. The punching bag barely moves when she hits it. My eyes scan over her body, not staring at anything in particular but more like a scientific observation. I see her get nervous at me watching her and I feel my face start to get warm a little.

"You don't have much muscle," I comment moving towards her, even being this close made my heartbeat speed up against my chest. "which means you're better off using your knees and elbows. You can put more power behind them."

I press my fingers into her stomach and watch as she watches me, her eyes a little wide.

"Never forget to keep tension here." I say in a quiet voice to her and watch her. I lift my hand away and keep walking, my heartbeat refusing to calm down.

I dismiss them a little while after and wait until they have all left the room. Then I talk the chalkboard down from the wall and start walking back towards my place.

So I know this one is a little shorter from last time. I decided to change two chapters per post to depending on how much Four shows up in the chapters.

If you think this chapter is too short, tell me. I can go back to two chapters every time if that is better.

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