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Chapter Five

"Initiates, get up! Training in ten, DO NOT be late." Four yells as he hits a metal pipe against another, making a horrible 'ding' sound that echoed throughout the dorm room.

Keres grumbled as the others groaned, before getting ready carelessly, not minding the extra eyes in the room. Anger still burned through her veins, pulsing and erupting, making it difficult for her to breathe steadily, but luckily, it was unnoticed.

Or so she thought.

"Hey, Keres, you okay?" Trevor asked, his shirt missing, revealing a toned body.

Keres merely glanced at him before nodding, grinding her teeth. She wasn't mad for what had happened after she stabbed Conrad with the fork, oh no, she was livid because of what had happened after.

"Shows over everyone. Get. Back. To. Your. Seats!" Max yelled, grabbing everyones attention, away from the gagging Candor initiate and the smirking Amity.

Keres was more than relaxed now that she had done what she had done. He deserved it, there was nothing more to it. However, the angry thuds coming from Max's boots proved that maybe not everyone understood the meaning of payback.

Max spun Keres around and gripped her shoulder tightly, showing her he was not impressed. "What the hell was that, initiate?!" He yelled, making most dauntless members occasionally sneak glances their way.

Keres didn't say a word, except glare intensely at Max. Just when Max was about to yell once more, Trevor stepped in.

"Sir, she was being provoked. It wasn't---"

Max snapped his head towards him with a sharp glare, "I saw that initiate, which is the reason I'm not sending her on her way to join the factionless. We do not fight outside of initiation, or stab anyone." He said sternly, before looking back at Keres, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He asked, glaring at her.

She nodded, "Get your fucking hand off my shoulder."

Of course, she was given punishment to clean the training room every day, after training. For the first half of the day, they would train. The second, they would fight.

Keres was one of the first to arrive at the Mess Hall. She quickly at a muffin, before making her way to the training room, only to find that it wasn't exactly empty.

Four and Eric.

They were both setting up punching bags, a thick air of tension in the room, so much so, it was almost suffocating. "Ooh, past rivalry." Keres - surprisingly - muttered, but in the deafly silent room, it had travelled all the way to both the instructors, and the Dauntless Leaders ears.

Four turned around, raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me, Initiate." He said, giving her a chance to rephrase what she had said. Four eyed her carefully. At first glance, she seemed innocent and just like any other typical Amity, except from her steel cold eyes. After hearing the truthful rumours about her, you'd think she was born into the wrong faction and actually had a chance at surviving in Dauntless.

But Four had an uneasy feeling about her. And it most definitely wasn't a good one. Not only did her eyes scream danger, but the way she held herself, the way she walked, the way she glared at everyone. The very way she was, all of it, just screamed DANGER.