*Kate P.O.V.*

After lunch, we head back to the trainig room for the gun session. I gotta admit, I'm kind of stressed at the thought of trying to hold back on killing Jane and Sasha.

The training room is stripped clean of its knives and there are smallish irregular metal forms. Guns. Six of them. One for each of us. Great. Jane or Sasha might kill me. Twice in a day is a bit much, is it not? Charlotte and I grab our guns and position ourselves. Will is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, we hear a loud crack and a wood target splinters in its middle. Some scream, some duck but Char and I stand up and look to the back of the room. Will stands there, gun smoking. He strides up to us and yells, ''These two initiates are remarkable! They didn't flinch at all! They are true Dauntless! They give meaning to the name.'' The Abnegation girl is crying on the floor. Jeez. Will looks at her with a hard look and says coldly, ''Come on, Initiate. This isn't Amity. Man up. It is a fact that atleast two initiates will die during initiation or have deep mental scars for the rest of their lives. Stage One is a practical stage : it targets the body. Push your bodies to the breaking point. The Second Stage targets your mind : push your sanities to their limit. You have a long way to go before you can call yourselves Dauntless. You chose us; we must now choose you. Dauntless are though; they do not cry. What is your name?''

''Leah.'' she musters.

He shows us how to put our bullets in the chambers of our guns, but he doesn't show us how to shoot.

''You must learn how to things by yourselves. If someone shoots someone else during training, they will be factionless before the end of the day. It doesn't matter wether it was an accident or not.'' With the last line, he looks pointedly at Jane. She immediatly looks down, with her bandaged nose and bruised lip.

I'm the first to shoot. I miss by a mile. Sasha snickers. Of course. I go up to him and his nose is about to have the same fate as Jane's, but Will stops me. He saunters up to Sasha and says, ''Let's see you shoot then. If you hit the target, I'll give you a free pass for the rest of Stage One. That means you'll get first place and you can fart around all day while the others work. Deal?''
Sasha is as pale as a ghost as he nods. His hands shake while he puts the bullet into the chamber. He aims, not used to the weight of the gun and fires. He hits the rock behind the target and chips off a bit of it. Will looks content as he says, ''Not as easy as it looks, right? Keep working, you're not any better than the others.'' He turns around to the others as he yells, ''GET BACK TO WORK!'' I'm smirking as I shoot again, and chip off a bit of the wood. Charlotte does the same and we highfive. James is having trouble again. I hope he'll be better at the fighting part,
he's doing really badly. At the end of the period, Charlotte and I have increasingly become better and we're having a lot of fun. We take turns shooting blindfolded, at each other's targets, with our left hands. We giggle alot as Sasha keeps missing. He hasn't hit the target once and neither has James. It's six o'clock and Will told us we were free after that hour until next morning.

Charlotte asks, ''What are we going to do?'' James stayed behind. He's determined, I'll give him that.

''Whatever we want. That's what we'll do.'' I want to fit in. The clothes give us an illusion of belonging, but we really don't. I have an idea.

''How do you feel about a tattoo?'' Charlotte looks mortified.

"We have to look the part if we want to fit in for real." still looks at me as if I'm crazy.

I relent.

''Fine. How about... Hair dye? Like Will's? Or Blaze? Or... piercings?''

''I'll go with dye, thank you very much.''

Blaze joins us and says, ''I'm down for another piercing. How bout you, Kate?''

''I want a blue and red streak, two ear piercings like yours (I point at the top of his right ear) and a tattoo.'' And that's what we got. Charlotte now has purple streaked hair, Blaze has a new piece of metal on his left ear and I proudly have my two piercings on top of my left ear. I'm iffy about the tattoo. What should I get? Where? My parents would totally kill me if I did get one, but my parents are out of the picture now. My body, my life and I do what I want with them. We head to the parlor and Blaze meets another Dauntless born in there. He's cute, I guess, with his hair that sticks up a bit, a childish grin and short blond hair that's streaked with green. Char seems to like him enough with the way she looks at him. He also looks at her when she talks to me as I flip through the designs. They'd be cute together. His name is Shadow and he also knows Blaze from their childhood together. I finally decide on a small wolf on my right wrist. The needle stings, but I barely feel it. I'm lost in my thoughts. Today was my sister's birthday and I forgot about it. I tell Shadow to wait as he's drawing on the wolf, my eyes filled with tears. I also want an owl on my left wrist. My sister loved owls. She was also an Erudite, and owls are a symbol wisdom, so I might as well get one for her. She wrote with her left hand. How fitting. Blaze's hand squeezes mine and Char tells me to stop crying, that she's there, that we're all there and that they're my new family now. Blaze also mutters a few things about how nothing can hurt us as long as we're together. For a moment, I believe them. Then cold, unyielding reality sets in.

*Charlotte P.O.V.*

Something's wrong. Kate never cries. She doesn't have that Leah vibe. She needs comforting, and that's what friends are for, so that's what I do. I comfort her until Shadow is done drawing an owl on her left wrist. Blaze has her right hand in his and he also murmurs reassuring words to her. She isn't crying because of the pain. Sobs that rack your body and make it hard for you to breathe do not come from physical pain, but from psychological pain.

Something is definitely going on with Blaze and Kate.

The way he strokes her hand and calms her is not the way a friend does it. It is a much deeper, much more sensual way than a friend does it.

I wonder if she's seen the way Shadow and I look at each other. He's really nice, and his looks don't hurt either. I know it sounds cheesy, but I get lost in his emerald green eyes sometimes. God, I'm so sappy. I know Kate and Blaze like each other, but I don't understand how she can fall for him. He's too abrasive, too rash. He almost beat up Sasha this morning. They say opposites attract, but Kate and Blaze ressemble each other very much. They both look so angry at everyone all the time, but they're also nice and funny. Kate isn't used to laughing and freedom, so she's a bit more silent, but Blaze really gets her going; she talks, laughs and smiles more when they're together. He makes her come alive, and she numbs his trigger ready behavior. They complete each other without knowing it. It's beautiful.

*Kate P.O.V.*

I am ashamed to have shown my weakness. I go to bed without dinner tonight, and my new tattoos sting. Tomorrow, I get to beat people up. Nothing's better than punching out your anger. I look freakishly badass in my tattoos and they'll probably distract my opponent. I hope I get to beat the shit out of Sasha or Jane. Will probably paired me up with either of them, he knows I hate them both equally.

Author's Note

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