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Chapter 6

Tris POV

"Christina," Tris said one morning almost two weeks later on their way to the training room, "No one knows who Toby is. What if—"

"My god, Tris," Christina said, exasperated, "We'll find him. But maybe we both should be a little more concerned about making past round one. We're ranked low after the fighting."

Tris sighed and nodded, quietly following along by Christina while she flirted with Will. She spotted Four setting up knives across the room, and her stomach did an inward flip, like it always did when she saw him. Things were getting so confusing for Tris. It was like Four had taken to Tris a little, it was small things, the way she caught him staring at her sometimes, the way he would pull her aside and talk to her to make sure she could make it through fighting.

And then he went and did things like just leave while Peter beat Tris to a pulp. When she confronted him about it after she finally got let out of the infirmary, he had just said, 'It wasn't something I wanted to watch'. What the hell did that mean? He was their instructor, he wasn't allowed to pick and choose things he wanted to watch. If Toby were in Four's position, he would have pulled Peter off of Tris and beat Peter to a pulp, she was sure of it.

But…would Toby like the person that Tris was becoming? It wasn't that Tris was becoming a worse version of herself. Just a better version, at least that's what she thought? Tris was becoming strong, she was building muscle. But more than that, she wore her hair down, she had tattoos, and she was starting to enjoy going out and doing crazy Dauntless things. Early on, Tris began developing a smart mouth, that actually started with a conversation that she had with Four during her first lunch at Dauntless.

Four seemed to like Tris.

But would Toby? Would Toby understand that Beatrice, Bee…that scared, timid, shy, and sweet Abnegation girl was gone?

Could he still love her for what she was growing to become?

"Tris!" Four commanded, knocking her out of her thoughts, "Are you going to just stand there and stare at the knives, or are you going to throw?"

She stared for another moment, and then nodded.

"That wasn't an answer, Tris."

"Yes." She stuttered, trying to keep her mind and body under control. "Yes, I'm going to throw the knives."

"Then do it, initiate. We don't have all day."

Tris turned to the knives, and picked one up, the handle weighing heavy in her hand. If her parents, if Toby were here now they would probably shudder in horror at thought of using a knife for the purpose to inflict damage. More and more every day, Tris felt herself drifting further from the life, the person she was, and morphing into something…in between. Somewhere in the middle she was turning into someone not completely Dauntless, but definitely not Abnegation anymore.

Screw the Abnegation and their ideas, she was Dauntless now.

With a newfound confidence, Tris picked up the knife, and brought it back behind her head before flinging it at the target.

"You sure you haven't thrown knives before, Stiff?" Four's warm breath whispered in her ear as she stared in awe at the knife lodged in the center of the target.

"Uh…I, I…yeah…" Tris stuttered, leaning back just slightly into Four's body.

She could feel his smile at her ear as the other initiates continued to throw knives. "Keep your feet planted, and your body—" He placed his hands on her torso again, shifting her so she was pointing at the target, "Pointed where you want the knife to go. That way you can make sure that first knife wasn't a mistake."

Tris shifted her body the way Four showed her and threw another knife at the target. It hit the center again. Tris smiled to herself, and Christina looked over as Tris continued to throw knives and hit the target consistently.

"You sure you're a stiff?"

Tris smiled and was about to respond when suddenly the room went quiet. Eric was standing next to Al, commanding him to move to the target and stand there whilst Four threw knives at him.

"Is this really necessary?" Four asked in a bored voice.

"Yes." Eric hissed.

Al looked terrified and began to make his way to the target.

"Stop!"

Four and Eric both snapped their heads over to where Tris' voice came from. The look Four gave her could kill. She was stupid for speaking up, and he wanted her to stop. Now.

But of course, Tris had to word vomit. "Any idiot can stand in front of a target. That doesn't prove anything, except that you're bullying us, which as I recall, is a sign of cowardice."

Four was going to kill her. Eric was going to help. She just knew it.

"Well if it's so easy, then why don't you take his place Stiff?" Eric spat.

Tris glanced from Christina, to Will, to Al, her eyes finally resting on Four's. He wouldn't hurt her. Something told her he wouldn't let himself hurt her. Tris slowly made her way to the target, switching places with Al. She stood tall and proud. If there were ever a moment to prove her pride got her in trouble, this was it. She might never get to find Toby if Four screwed this up.

"If you flinch," Four began slowly, "Al takes your place, understand?"

Tris could merely nod, her throat going dry. Four was never sloppy. He wouldn't hurt her. It was her mantra.

The first knife went flying at Tris, landing half a foot from where Tris' head was. She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. Four paused in picking up the second one. "Had enough Stiff?"

"No."

"Eyes. Open then." He used his free hand to tap between his eyebrows. Tris stared him head on while he drew his arm back and sent the second knife flying. It landed just above Tris' skull.

"Come on, Stiff," Four said sharply, "Let someone else stand up there and take it."

He wanted her back down. He was practically goading her to. "No."

Tris placed her shaking hands on her thighs so no one could see how scared she really was. She made eye contact with Four, and he threw the last knife straight for Tris. It landed right next to her head, and when she felt her ear…blood. He nicked her.

Eric smiled sadistically at both Four and Tris. "While I'd love to see if anyone else is as daring as the Stiff here, I'm bored. Let's call it day."

Everyone quickly cleaned up and filed out of the room, Tris and Four still staring at each other. Bastard hit her on purpose.

Four opened his mouth and began to speak. "Are you ok—"

"You hit me!" Tris shouted. "You hit me, and you did it on purpose!"

Four sighed. "Yes, I did. And you should be thanking me."

"Thank you. I should thank you?" Tris hissed.

"Yes." Four bit out. "You should, and I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!"

"You almost took my ear off!" Tris screamed.

"Listen." Four hissed, walking up to Tris and taking her small arm in his hand. "Do you think that Eric would've let you off without a scratch? He was going to make me keep throwing the damn knives until I did some damage. I knew exactly what I was doing."

Tris yanked her arm from Four's grasp, but their bodies were still in close vicinity of each other. She paused. "Then…thank you. I guess."

"Your welcome."

Four continued to clean up the training room as Tris got her things together. She was about to leave when she paused and turned around.

"Four?"

He stopped what he was doing and turned. "Yeah?"

"Can you tell me when you initiated?"

His thick eyebrows furrowed, and his full bottom lip stuck out slightly. "Why do you want to know?"

"Curious, I guess."

Four sighed, and closed his eyes as if contemplating something, then finally said, "Two years ago. Is that it?"

Tris watched as his eyes opened, and Four's eyes pleaded with her, the blue striking. "Did you know a boy named Toby? Was he in your initiate class? Did he make it through?"

"Oh Jesus," Four sighed. "Tris, the, uh, the initiate class was big that year, and it was two years ago. I don't remember." Tris' eyes watered a little. "I'll tell you what. I'll do some digging and see what I can find."

Tris stared at Four longer than was acceptable probably, but he looked so torn. Like he might know something, and in that moment he looked so young, like a little boy, so much like the Toby she remembered from the night before the Choosing Ceremony. But it was just Four. It was just the man that was starting to tear her apart inside because it was him that was making her question everything she thought she knew. And she was loving every minute of it.

Tris smiled a little. "Thank you, Four."

*What'd you think? Keep reviewing! I love my reviews! I want at least five before I post Chapter 7, which is from Four's POV...hopefully the cliff hanger-ness of this chapter is enough to prompt you... All my love, always (even when I'm being slightly evil :) ) Rosaline*