Ch. 8 The End of Dauntless

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Weeks went by with Erin not doing great in the fighting ranks. Erin knew that the knife throwing was good. But Erin was not rated well in the fighting. At the end of the first section Erin was placed at 8. Erin was much stronger though. Chase was rated 9, except they weren't really rated, their names were just scribbled next to two other names, as if they had been forgotten. No one had taken much notice of them since the beginning of initiation. Erin hated that they were going against the Dauntless-borns. Erin was sure that she would get cut after the second section of dauntless initiation. Erin was a great shooter and got placed 8 but still she was cut. When visiting day had come, Erin's father never arrived. And Erin was glad. Erin thought about everything that had happened in the past month. Edward had gotten stabbed in the eye and he and his girlfriend left Dauntless. Drew got beat up one night by Four. The only reason she knew this is because she had woken up with a parched throat to get some water and saw Four beating up Drew, taking Tris with him somewhere and Peter and Al racing back to the dorms.
Erin turned around when she saw the list. A deep gloom settled inside of her. But her mood brightened just a little when Chase jogged over to her.
"Looks like we're both out, huh..."
Erin nodded glumly. They didn't talk while they walked along the railroad tracks, and then hopped on the train when it came.
Erin thought to herself, 'Well there is one thing I learned from Dauntless, sometimes things just don't work out. And now I'm much stronger. I know about hardships'.
Chase decided to get off the train on the outskirts of the Abnegation sector. They walked along until Erin noticed a run-down building with smoke curling up from the chimney. They walked over to the house and shoved the door open. They stepped inside.
"Hello?" Erin called out.
"Stop where you are," a quiet deadly voice behind them said. Then Erin felt a knife being pressed against her throat...

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