AN: Alright, I'll try to make this short because I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't like reading these :P I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while, school started again this week so I've been busy with homework and stuff. So I'm sorry about that. I think I'll post a few chapters every weekend, maybe one during the week if you're lucky ;) Also, I just wanna say thanks for the first reviews, it makes me feel like I'm not completely hopeless at this. - Grace xx

We break for lunch, and I eat quickly. I leave the dining hall to put up the faded punching bags in the training room before the initiates come. I son as I string them up, one by one. This was the stage of initiation I hated the most - having to pummel the other transfers to prove my strength. I've never agreed with fighting, my abnegation side disapproves. I finish hanging up the bags, and just as I finish, the initiates start to enter the room. They line up next to the bags, and I moved to stand in front of them where they could all see me.

"As I said this morning," I start, "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 in Dauntless."

That isn't quite true - Dauntless values bravery and pride. To survive in Dauntless, all you have to do is embody those characteristics.

"We will go over technique today," I continue, "and tomorrow you will start to fight each other, so I recommend that you pay attention. Those who don't learn fast will get hurt."

I then demonstrate a number of punches for the transfers, first against the air then against a bag. I allow myself to relax slightly while hitting the bag - this is what I know, what my body is trained to do. I step back and allow the initiates to practice, the sound of skin hitting tough fabric filling the room. I pace back and forth in front of them, analysing each initiate, noting their strengths and weaknesses. It takes a while for everyone to get accustomed with the motions, but soon many of them have their bags swinging fairly easily.

I come to a stop in front of Tris, who appears to be having the most trouble. I stand quietly, studying her movements from head to toe.

"You don't have much muscle," I tell her, "which means you're better off using your knees and elbows. You can put more power behind them." I press a hand to her stomach, and feel her stiffen at my touch.

"Never forget to keep tension here," I advise her quietly.

I remove my hand and continue my pacing. A while later, I release them for dinner. The rooms clears out quickly. After the last initiate is gone, I shut off the lights and begin to make my way to the dining hall. I am about to push open the doors when Eric calls out to me.

"Four! I'm going to be watching over the physical stage of training." I struggle to keep composed as I turn to him and reply.

"Do as you wish Eric."

"I'm also going to be choosing the pairings for the fights."

"Alright." Is all I say as he claps me on the shoulder, a little too hard.

I enter the dining hall with a feeling of dread washing over me. If Eric is choosing the fights, he will not choose fairly. He is sadistic; enjoys watching the weak being preyed on. I realise now that I must hide my interest in the small Abnegation girl, or Eric will surely use that interest against me. I shake off the feeling as I sit with my friends. Whatever Eric does, I cannot argue with.