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Chapter 4 - Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

The dorm is Co-Ed. So is the bathroom. Great. Just great. That means we're with the boys. Something people like Ellie don't have to worry about just based on how they look. Slim waists, small chests, stick-like legs. Hair that falls perfectly, skin flawless, emitting confidence like the sun. But it makes me feel self-conscious. Very self-conscious.

I let Faith take the top bunk. I wouldn't be able to sleep there anyway - for fear of falling out - and we change. Luckily I've mastered the art of changing discreetly, so no one notices my back. At least, no one mentions it, and you'd have thought they would, with multiple Candor in the room, and at least ten harsh Dauntless. My face is getting some weird looks though. People staring. It's unnerving. Only my friends don't stare, and for that, I am thankful. But suddenly I look the same as everyone else. Black jeans, black jacket, black top. Fine by me. Becky still has her yellow bow, refusing to remove it. She's stubborn like that. I pull my hair out of its tight bun so it falls in kinks, hiding my face. Now no one can call me a Stiff. No one can goad me and taunt me about being selfless; I look the same as them.

Four leads the way to the Pit, which, true to its name, is basically a cavity in the centre of Dauntless, teeming with life. Light streams in through the glass roof, and I reckon we're in the 'deserted' part of the city. The far end is crammed with long tables. Full of Dauntless members.
"The Cafeteria. " Four announces before walking off.

There are no empty tables and few empty seats. Lauren, Ellie, Becky, Faith, me. We sit crowded in with the black, a boldly tattooed man to my left. I can barely tell if any of the other initiates are around me; the black sucks everything away, and yet, everyone is unique. Even me.
Ellie, ever to schedule, brings up what we agreed.
"Aptitude results, go. "
"Candor."
"Erudite."
"Erudite."
"Amity."
"Abnegation."
Heads turn towards me, surprised. I try not to blush. Although we mostly came out with the result of our original faction, they find it weird that I'm still that. I don't blame them. I'm not Abnegation, nothing I do resembles my old faction, and nothing ever will. But I can't tell them my result, that much is clear.
"Oi, you lot!" I hadn't noticed Four sit down a few seats along. Casual. Arms crossed over his stomach. "You're Dauntless now. " We grin. Highfive. And secretly, I'm glad he distracted them. Even if they are my friends. The closest thing I have to family.

The next day starts at 7. With Four attempting to teach us how to shoot. Attempting. I like it. It makes me feel powerful; especially after I hit the bullseye on the fifth try. I hold someone's life in my hands. I could shoot them through the head before they even knew what happened. If I wanted someone in here to die I could stop the beating of their heart in a matter of seconds. My aim's good but I'm not like that.
Becky's not so lucky; she ends up nearly shooting herself in the foot quite a few times. And Four's head. I wouldn't be surprised if she's trying to kill him. The same goes for Lauren, but for the opposite reason: the gun's too small in her big hands, it looks like a toy.

Eric smiles at me when I hit the bullseye. It's unnerving. The way he seems to be smirking and cawing at someone else's defeat. I reload the gun. Fire. It's not until he calls out that I realise that's exactly what he's doing.
"Hey, Four! Seems like you're not so unique after all. " He jabs his thumb at me, eyes still fixed on my instructor. Heat clouds my cheeks. As if I'm suddenly a microwave and he hit start.
"Abnegation and good at shooting. I wonder which Stiff's better?" His tone is scornful. Mocking. And I can tell Four will rise to the challenge. You can see it in his eyes, wanting to compete, to prove. And for all the Dauntless 'freedom', it doesn't look like I have much of a choice in the matter.
"Stiff! In front of the target now! Everyone else behind me!" My friends' faces are worried. Excited. Encouraging. They believe in me. I stand where he gestured, uncertain. Four follows. Face set.

"3 bullets each, lets see what first in his class can do against a vulnerable Abnegation girl." Palms start to sweat as confusion sets in. Does he wants us to shoot each other? Surely that's a little drastic? He steps back, and a small smile plays at the corners of Four's mouth, despite his annoyance.
"Stiff's first. " Gun hanging at his side. Safety off. Finger on the trigger. I stand still. Shell-shocked. Four nods to the target. Swallowing hard, I raise the gun. My gun. I fire once, my hands suddenly calm. It hits the middle. Friends erupting into cheers.
Four. His stance that of a fighter. One eye shut, veins protruding along his arm. The shot breaks the muttering. Centre. Like mine. I look to him for confirmation, but he doesn't look at me. His competition.

Second bullet's the same. For both of us. I can see Eric's goading Four as I raise my gun. Four's got that look in his eye. The 'Marcus' look. The one which warns everyone that he's about to lose it. Lose everything. Only I can see it. Only I know.
I fire. The bullet hits the wall and reflects, bouncing back at Eric. Hurtling even. He steps out of the way as it pushes past him, smirk still in place. Like he knows what I did.
"Sorry. " I shrug. As if I made a mistake. Lost control. I had perfect control. For once.
"The Dauntless don't say sorry. " Four releases the trigger on the last word. Bam. Dead centre.
"I guess you win. " Eric shrugs. I retreat, not wanting to be a part of this. Of whatever's between them. He stops smiling.
"Get back to work. " We stand there disconcerted.
" Back to work!" And we scatter.

Alice, I love the way you write. You've inspired me. I can't say this was better than the previous, since I liked all of them. However, I think you need to elucidate a couple of things to make it more detailed.