fearless

Chapter 4: Training & Champagne

Chapter 4:

I awake the next morning to see Angela and this weird Steven-Colsen dude leaving the dormitory, and the rest of the initiates sleeping soundly on their beds. The thing about Steven Colsen is that he's got some kind of problem with his first name. He hates it, so he forces everyone to call him Colsen.

I've always found that quite odd. He's quite odd in general. I stand up, stretch, and grab a black tank top, and some black jeans, along with my combat boots.

I walk to the bathroom, walk into a shower stall, and undress. I turn the water on. The Dauntless Borns get a luxury—warm water. The Transfers only get cold water.

I stand under the warm water, and wash my body, and then I turn the water off. I grab the towel that I hung on the door and begin to dry myself off. I finish drying myself off, and put on my clean clothes.

I then dry my hair as much as I can with the towel, sighing since it's still damp, and put it in a braid of sorts. I strap on my combat boots, and leave the dormitory.

I walk to the dining hall, and grab a muffin, and munch on it as I make my way over to a table where Angela, Steven Colsen, Abby, and Hunter sit. Olivia sits across the dining hall with the transfers.

As soon as I sit down, Abby and Hunter get up, and throw their trash away. "See ya in the training room." Hunter says as they walk away.

I continue to eat with Angela and Colsen. I look over at him. "I just have one question," I say plainly to him, swallowing my muffin.

"Shoot." He says dryly as he takes another bite of his muffin. Angela eyes me suspiciously as I stare across the Dining Hall, at all of the other people here.

"Is it Steven or is it Colsen? Also, why do you hate your first name so much?" I ask him. He stares at me.

"It's Colsen. I just don't like my first name." He says. I nod, then continue sitting with them until I finish, and then I stand.

"Bye Angela. Bye Steven." I say as I smirk, then walk out of the dining hall, and look at the clock. It reads 7:47.

I walk aimlessly around the compound, passing the pit, the Dining Hall, the transfer dormitory, and finally the chasm. Eventually, I make it to the training room, and I step inside. Here we go.

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Uriah and Zeke didn't show us how to properly throw a knife, or shoot a gun. We just went at it, because we're Dauntless Borns, and we should already know how to do it.

Dad taught me well when I was young- taking me to the training room on the weekends with all of my friends.

We learned how to fight, shoot guns, and throw knives. Dad wanted us all to pass initiation when we grew up. Here we all are now- doing just that. "When you're finished shooting and you're out of ammo, come line up by me." Zeke says. I nod.

Everyone begins shooting, and I do as well. The recoil almost sends me stumbling back a few times, but I ignore it and continue to shoot. Soon, I run out of ammo. I had about twelve or so centers out of the seventeen or eighteen rounds that I had.

Not bad since shooting was never a stronghold for me. I put my gun back on the table once I turn the safety on, then stand by Zeke. After a few more minutes of endless gunfire, nearly everyone is lined up.

"LUNCH!" Uriah shouts. He scans over the initiates, and when his eyes land on Jordan, he winks at him.

Those two are up to something. I can feel it. It's never good when Uriah winks at someone. Ever.