The Fear She Couldn't Face

Chapter 1

"Ana! Get up! Time for training." Four says, coming into my apartment.

"Where's Eric? He's the one who usually wakes me up." I ask, sitting up in my bed, letting the blankets slide down my torso.

"He's not feeling well, so you're filling in as co-trainer with me today."

I roll my eyes, and get out of bed. Four was no fun to train with, too soft with the initiates if you ask me.

His eyes stay on me a little too long for my liking, so I clear my throat. "Right, see you in the Pit in ten minutes." He says before walking out, closing the door behind him.

I slide on my black jeans, along with a fitted black t-shirt, being sure to cover the flames I had tattooed on my waist.

I sit on my bed and tie up my boots, then walk over to the mirror and put on black eyeliner and mascara on. Finally I brush out my hair and walk out the door.

When I get to the Pit, all the initiates are training by the punching bags. Some were doing impressively, like Edward, Peter, and Drew.

But one's like Christina, Myra, and Tris were doing pathetic. I didn't see the need to train them. They were never going to get any better. So I just kinda left it to Four, see if he could do anything with the misfits.

I walk behind all the bags, examining all of the initiates. "Great job Edward, good form." I told him as I passed.

"Ana, could you work with Tris? I'm busy with some of the others." Four calls across the room to me.

I fold my arms and trudge towards the short, Stiff. "Have you ever hit anyone in your life?"

"No." Tris says quietly.

"So this means we're going to have to go from scratch. Put your arms in this formation," I put my arms in the boxing stance, my feet in position. She slowly copies me, and finally gets the correct footing and arranges her arms in the correct formation. "Now punch me."

"What?" She asks me questioningly.

"Punch me. You chose Dauntless, so you need to learn how to fight properly. Punch me or I'll be threatened to fail you. Do you want to be factionless?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. Trying with all her might, she throws the hardest punch she possibly can, which I barely feel. "Come on. Try again." And again, I don't even flinch when her fist meets my arm.

"Tris. Hit me like you really mean it! Now!" She grits her teeth and punches me, harder than before, but most definitely not hard enough to pass the first phase of initiation.

"Like I thought, you're just a Stiff. Don't know why I thought you'd be any good at this." I scoff.

I turn away, towards the benches to get some water, until I feel a hard hit against the back of my head. I turn on my heel and punch whoever was behind me, which was Tris.

"Ana! What was that?" Four says, walking over to Tris and helping her off of the floor.

"She hit me when I wasn't looking, initiates need to know their place." I tell him.

"There was no need for that. Dauntless or not."

I storm towards him, aiming my fist for his jaw, but he catches my fist before it makes impact. "Ana, go calm down. Go back to your room. I can handle the initiates for today."

"But-"

"Go Ana."

I fold my arms across my chest and roll my eyes, stomping off. Who did he think he was?