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Chapter 5
Four POV
Four waited the next morning with increasing annoyance for all of the initiates to show up. Slowly they filed in, and he gave them guns. Once they were all there, Four began to explain how to use the gun, and their task for the morning. He also continued on to explain how the rankings worked within the Dauntless training.
"We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear." Four spoke, looking at his pupils to see who was paying attention. Tris was staring at her gun like it might eat her.
Four continued, "Therefore, each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."
The Candor, Peter, yawned and spoke. "But what…What does firing a gun have to do with bravery?"
Four reached for Peter's gun and in a split second had it cocked and held to his head.
"Wake. Up." Four hissed. These initiates could be so stupid sometimes. "You're holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it."
Slowly, once it was completely obvious to him that Peter understood the importance of being awake, Four lowered his gun and handed it back to Peter. He saw the punk's eyes harden in challenge.
"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."
Without another thought Four turned to the first target he found, planted his body, aimed, and shot. He smirked slightly, knowing the stunned looks on the initiate's faces without looking. Right through the middle. He let them get to shooting, watching as they all attempted to hit the target over and over again. Tris stood over in the corner next to Will, an Erudite transfer, with awful posture as she attempted over and over to get the bullets to hit the target. She still had yet to get one to hit even the vicinity of the target.
Four continued to observe the initiates while they shot, stealing glances at Tris whenever he could. She had finally hit the target and was starting to make a noticeable hole towards the center.
But there was something so familiar about her. Four kept wanting to go over and ask her about Beatrice. Then again, her hair. It was so distinctly honey. It reminded Four of the way Bee's hair would gleam and shine in the sun, almost exactly like hers was right now. He shook his head.
That wasn't Bee. This girl was tough, snarky, and still so weak. Not the sweet, mild tempered Abnegation girl he had fallen in love with. This girl drove him up a freaking wall. Made him want to beat his head against a wall. Finally, Four called it.
"Initiates!" He shouted over the shooting, raising his hand in the air. "Go get lunch and meet back in the training room in one hour. No more, no less." They all stared at him for a moment. "Go!"
The initiates quickly scrambled in putting their guns away and running off to lunch. Four waited until they all left before gathering the supplies and putting them away. He then went to the surveillance room, where his best friend, Zeke was watching the Abnegation sector.
"Zeke." Four said as he walked in. "I need you to find someone for me."
He swiveled around in his chair, grinning mischievously. "Oh really? Who we looking for? Which initiate? Oh, are we going to play a prank on them because that would be—"
"Zeke, I want you to find someone for me in Abnegation."
Zeke's eyebrows furrowed. "But why? The Stiff's are so boring."
"Dude, just type in the name Beatrice Prior. Please."
"Well since you said please." Zeke swiveled back to the screens, Four pressing up behind him to look over his shoulder and Zeke typed in her name.
Abnegation was calming to watch, sometimes Four just wanted to watch so that he could bring himself a little peace. The cameras were zooming in and out, searching for the face to match the name, and finally the screens read in red block letters:
NO MATCH
NEW ENTRY REQUIRED
Zeke bit his lip. Four spoke quietly. "Try Erudite."
The same result appeared.
"Candor."
"Dude, I don't think—"
"Search her in Candor. Damn it Zeke, why do you question every goddamn thing I do!" Four yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.
Zeke flinched just barely, unused to Four taking his frustration and anger on him. "Okay. I'm searching."
When the same result appeared, Zeke didn't hesitate to search next in Amity. Both men held their breath as the computer gazed over Amity.
NO MATCH
NEW ENTRY REQUIRED
Four screamed and kicked his desk chair which sat next to Zeke's. "DAMN IT!"
"Four—"
"Find her!" He shouted. "She can't have just disappeared, you stupid OAF!"
"HEY!" Zeke shouted standing, and getting in Four's face. "BREATHE. NOW."
Four glared at Zeke, his breathing heavy and frantic. Bee couldn't have just disappeared. She couldn't have. Unless she was dead. But he would have heard about that, wouldn't he? Four wasn't in Abnegation though anymore, if she had died, no one would have been required to tell any of the other factions. It would have been handled inside of Abnegation, privately.
"Okay." Zeke said after Four had calmed down some. "I don't know who this chick is, but there are a couple explanations as to why we can't find her on the cameras. One, she might have died, so then she would have been wiped from the cameras. Two, if she transferred factions and changed her name when she did, Beatrice Prior would have been wiped from the system, and she would have been replaced with the new, name that she picked in the new faction. Either way, until we find out what happened either way, she's off the grid, Four."
"Bee wouldn't have gone off the grid, Zeke. But she couldn't have died…" Four said, his breathing picking up again.
"DUDE." Zeke stopped him, putting his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Go get some food, and set up for fighting. I'll try and do a little digging on this Beatrice girl. I'm sure someone knows where she is. I'll find her. When is her Choosing Ceremony?"
"It would have been this year. But I can't imagine her ever leaving Abnegation."
Zeke nodded and then they said their goodbyes. Four grabbed a muffin from the dining hall and then headed down to the training room. He got the initiates started on the bags, and then made his way over to Tris.
"You don't have much muscle," Four spoke, "Which means you're better off using your knees and elbows. You can put more power behind them."
Without a mind of his own, he put his hands on Tris' stomach and readjusted her slightly. He felt her suck in a breath, and tense. He could smell her. She smelled sweet like honey. Like the sun. Just like Bee used to smell. What was the original purpose of this?
"Uh…and don't forget to keep the tension in your stomach." Four removed his hands quickly and went back to watching the other initiates train.
Four was too quickly becoming wrapped up in Bee, but even more than that, this girl, this Abnegation transfer, Tris. She was starting to consume his mind more and more.
A long time ago, Toby promised Bee a forever.
But now this was Four. This was Tris.
Maybe it was becoming time to let go of Bee and move towards Tris.
Maybe she could be his new forever.
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