"Alright initiates!" Four called out.
"We are going for a run, follow me!"
He started off with a slow jog, which was easy for everyone. Then, as we got farther from the Dauntless compound, he sped up quite a bit.
Most of the other initiates were panting and slowing down, but there was still quite a bit of us that were able to keep up.
Four was now going at a sprint and the only people that were keeping up were Peter, me, Edward and Christina.
The Dauntless compound was coming back into view and Four slowed us down.
When we stopped, most of the initiates were loosing their breakfasts on the ground, or past out on the grass. I, however, was walking off the numbness in my legs.
"Stiff. How'd you learn to run like that?" Four asked.
"Just because I lived in Abnegation, doesn't mean I acted like one." I said.
It was the complete truth. When I was in Abnegation I would do chin ups, push ups, leg lifts, and I would run up and down the stairs over and over, simply because I wanted to be Dauntless so bad.
Four looked me over then walked away to check on the other initiates.
"Babies." I mumble.
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"Hey Stiff!"
I turned around to see Four jogging down the hall after me.
"What?"
"Woah." He says. "No need to be gruff, just wanted to talk."
I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"Stiff, this is no way to treat your instructor.
I stopped walking and faced him.
"Well, I'm very sorry." I said, but it was easy to tell I didn't mean it.
"Aren't Abnegation supposed to be selfless, and not treat others in this manor?" He said.
My blood rippled through my veins. Abnegation was a beautiful faction, with many selfless people, but there are others, like Marcus, that were just cruel, and I didn't want anything to do with him.
"I am not Abnegation any more am I?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No, you in deed are not, but it's surprising to see that you can adapt to a new faction so easily. Most have habits from their old faction till they are old and weak."
I rolled my eyes. I really didn't care about this talk, it seemed to be a pointless banter about myself.
"Do you have any real points to make?" I ask.
He smirked and patted my shoulder, "Use your elbows, aim for the neck." And with that, he walked away.
Is it just me, or did what he just say make no sense what so ever?
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Shared Pain
FanfictionWhat if Tris' parents died of an unknown cause before she transferred? Tris' parents died when she was fourteen and her and her brother had to live with Marcus Eaton until choosing day. What will happen when Tris Transfers? Will she and Tobias hav...
