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I woke to someone shaking me. I groaned, opening my eyes. I was about to punch the person in the face before I realized it was Four. I sat up and he sat on the edge on my bed. "It's 6 o'clock. You should get ready and grab some breakfast before you meet Eric in the training room," he whispered.

I nodded my head. I kicked out of the covers as Four stood. "Meet me in the dinning hall in 20 minutes?" I asked. He nodded as he headed out of the room. I quickly walked over to the showers, turning the water on and stripping. I carefully peeled off the bandage that Tori had put over my tattoo. Stepping under the shower nozzle, making sure the water wasn't too hot, I cleaned my wound. After, I washed my hair and everything else. Once I was done, I dried off and got dressed. Seeing that I had no idea what I'd be doing, I settled for a simple tank top with a sports bra, pants, and boots. Unsure of what to do with my hair, I tied it up in a simple ponytail.

This time around when I had to make my way to the dinning hall I had a much easier time finding it. I grabbed some eggs, bacon, and a muffin before spotting my brother at the same table he sat at yesterday. This time though, he sat with a young man with dark skin, and a young women. They looked about the same age as him.

I sat down next to him, greeting the other two with a smile. "Guys this is Alex." Four said introducing us. "Really? You pierced your lip?"

"And got a tattoo," I smiled.

"Ah so you're the famous Alex I've been hearing so much about," the young man smiled. "I'm Zeke, by the way, and this is Shauna." He motioned to the woman next to him. She smiled in reply.

"So you've heard about me?" I asked. I wondered what had been passed around Dauntless about me.

"Oh yeah," Shauna laughed. "Eric was ranting about you at dinner last time. Damn, he was so pissed."

"About me?" Eric was talking about me last time? I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned.

"Yeah, he was going on about how much of a pain in his ass you were going to be," Shauna informed me. Great.

"But I applaud you on your actions though," Zeke smiled. "I love when people defy him. It brings him down to earth and tells him that he's not as high and mighty as he might think. It's a big 'fuck you' to him and I'm all for telling Eric 'fuck you'."

"Don't encourage her." My brother hissed.

"I don't need encouragement to do shit like that," I took a bite of my muffin, smiling at Zeke.

"I like her," Shauna looked over at Zeke and he smiled in agreement. I heard Four sigh next to me and chuckled. The three went on to discuss other topics as I finished my breakfast. I got up and stood by Four.

"You gonna come?" I questioned. I really didn't want to be alone with Eric. I knew that if Four was there he wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

"I'll be in there in a few. I have to go up to the control room with Zeke for something real quick and wake up the others." I nodded. As I walked away, Shauna and Zeke wished me luck. I thanked them and made my way to the training room.

I opened one of the double doors and stepped in the large spacious room. There was a clock that read 6:50 on the wall. I was ten minutes early, but was I glad that I was. It gave me some time to explorer. I walked around, looking at the equipment. I lost track of time and before I knew it, the door opened and the thud of boots echoed around me. I turned to find Eric standing by a platform that was raised a few feet off the ground.

I slowed my pace as I walked over to him. His expression was as cold as it always was, but I could tell that he was tired. "Take your boots off," he commanded. He pulled his sleeveless jacket off his shoulders and was left in a black T-shirt that hugged is torso. For the first time I notice how ripped he was.

"Why?" I questioned. It was such a strange request.

"Just do it," he sighed. I could tell he wasn't expecting anything less from me. As I sat to take my boots off, he did the same. He finished before me and stepped onto the raise platform. I followed suit, standing opposite of him. I was still confused as to what he was going to have me do.

"Since you're one for picking fights," he said referring to comment the day before. "you're gonna fight me."

"You're insane," was all I could get out. "That's my punishment?"

He didn't respond, the look on his face giving me my answer. I saw his eyes travel to my lip, noticing the silver ring. "Make the first move, Stiff."

"Don't call me that," I snarled. I swung at him, missing epically as he stepped out of the way. He smirked and threw his left fist at my face. His fist flew over my head as I just barely ducked in time. I kicked his leg and he stumped, but didn't fall. I took this chance to twist and swing my elbow around, catching him off guard. It connected with his face, splitting his lip. He went to grab me, but I was too fast and slipped behind him. This time, I managed to kick his feet from under him and he landed hard on his back. I straddled his hips and went to hit him in the face again, but I was too slow.

He grabbed my wrist, his face turned from a snarl to a smirk as he flipped us. My legs were still on either side of him, but he had me pinned now. He went to hit me, but he hesitated. There was this unspoken tension there that kicked my senses into overdrive. I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Why he hesitated, I don't know, but I saw this as an opportunity. I brought my knee up to my chest and kicked him in the groin. He grunted in pain as he slid off me. I scrambled to my feet. Eric managed to make it to his feet as well. Again, I went to swing at him and he stepped aside. He was behind me now, but before I could turned around, his arm slithered around my neck, putting me in a choke hold. I struggled to breath, clawing at his arm as his grip tightened. This movement wasn't effective because of his strength, but because of the grip he was using and I was stupid enough to let him get it locked in. I started to see spots as I heard someone shout Eric's name, telling him to stop, but it was too late, my vision went black and I crumpled to the floor.

"Alex," I heard someone muttered my name. I could't see who it was. My vision was clouded as I opened my eyes. "Alex!" I realized that it wasn't my name being muttered, but shouted.

"Four?" I coughed. My vision began to clear and I could make out Four's figure leaning over me. His cold facade was miles away as I looked into his panicked eyes. "Where's Eric?"

Four seemed a little confused by my concern for the leader's whereabouts, but answered, "He left as soon as you blacked out," I still couldn't believe that he knocked my sorry ass out. "He made you fight him?" he questioned.

The answered was obvious so I didn't feel the need to answer. I ran my hands over my neck, still feeling the muscles in his arm clamped around it. Four noticed this, but said nothing as he helped me to my feet.

He detached himself from me as the doors to the training room opened. He gave me a worried look as the first few initiates strolled through the door. I looked at the clock. 7:50. There was no way Eric and I's fight lasted that long. How long had I been out for?

"I'm fine," I said just loud enough for Four to hear. He nodded, but I could tell by the look he was giving me that he didn't believe me.

I migrated towards Olivia and Kristen as they entered. I could tell that they were curious about my punishment and wanted answers. Kristen opened her mouth to ask, but I just shook my head. To say the least, I was embarrassed that Eric had knocked me out. His goal may have been to put me in my place, but in all honesty, it made me even more eager to defy him. I had endured much worse at the hands of my father. A few minutes unconscious was laughable compared to some of the punishments Marcus had felt necessary to give me.

Once all the initiates had found their way into the training room, Four began. "Today you will be learning the basics on how to shoot a gun and throw a knife." As the last word left Four's lips, the doors opened once more. Everyone looked to see who it was, but I wasn't the least bit interested, at least not until I heard the familiar thud of boots echo in my ears.

Eric.

Four continued, not acknowledging Eric's presence. I did the same, making sure that my eyes didn't wander in his direction. It felt like that's what I did all day. Once Four finished explaining and showing us the basics of how to shoot, he released us onto the range. Eric passed me a few times, but said nothing. I was a decent shot when he wasn't behind me. Every time he passed, my shots ended anywhere besides the center circle. Was he making me nervous? Nah, couldn't be. There was no reason for me to be nervous around him.

Our break for lunch was brief, no one really said anything. We were all too tired to strike up any conversations. Jake and Aidan had made their way over to our table, looking to me for information about this morning. Just as I did Kristen, I shook my head, not wanting to divulge the embarrassing morning. They left the subject alone, but I could tell that their curiosity wasn't satisfied.

Afternoon training was the same as this morning, but with knives. Again, I wasn't half bad, but I wasn't the best. Four made his way over to me, looking at my stance. "You're feet are too wide. Bring them in a little," he kicked my feet in a little. "You're wrist is too stiff," he looked at me and smiled. "No pun intended."

I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Haha, very funny." He walked back down the line to check on the others. I looked over my shoulder to see Eric making his way in my direction. I shrugged his presence off and threw my next knife, loosing my wrist as I threw. It hit the bottom portion of the center circle, improving from my last throw. I threw my next one as Eric passed. Top of the third ring. Damnit.

An hour later we were dismissed. Everyone put their gear away and headed to the dinning hall for dinner. I was the last to head out. Force of habit I guess. I was just about to walk through the door until Eric spoke from a few feet behind me.

"Alex," I stopped at the sound of my name. It was strange hearing it come from him. It was the first time that he'd used my actual name. I turned to face Eric. He played with a knife, not looking at me. We were the only two left in the room.

"Yeah?" What did he want? I really wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with him.

"How are you feeling?" He looked up and at my neck.

I had to stifle a laugh. "I'd be feeling much better if you hadn't cut off my supply of oxygen this morning."

"Well, maybe it wouldn't have had to come to that had you learned to hold your tongue," he growled. He tucked the knife in his pocket and crossed his arms.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," I rolled my eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, but it was so brief that I almost missed it. "Can I ask you something?"

Eric raised his eyebrow in curiosity, waiting for me to ask. "Why didn't you hit me?"

He looked confused by the question. "Why didn't I hit you?"

"You had me pinned. You could have easily punched me in the face, but you didn't. You hesitated. Why?" I was curious. It wasn't like Eric to show mercy, to not take an opportunity that benefited him. He wasn't that kind of person.

"I've been asking myself the same question," he stated lowly. He averted his eyes from me and made his way past me and out of the training hall.

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