Charmer

       A swell of pride surged through him, and Four couldn’t help        but smile. Amar was one of the few people he actually liked,        much less tolerated here in Dauntless, and so his feedback        and instruction meant a lot to him. Amar gave him a small       sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could make it here. 

       ❝ I thought you weren’t going to call me that anymore.❞

"I would never say those words to you."

"What have I done..."

"Did you really think me a fool?"

"Let's just say she is better off."

"The flame is gone; the fire remains."

"You will lose much more in this vicious war."

"Who ever said this was easy?"

"What a terrible, terrible game we play."

"We're waiting here to die."

"Go get your gun."

"Please try to understand..."

"When we die, we die alone."

"One of these days you will learn to love again."

"You've got a cold dark heart."

"Just give in."

"You've got nothing to lose."

"You want to see me burn?"

"Someone's got blood on their hands."

"We've got a way to deal with this."

"Flash your eyes, forge a smile, entertain."

"I tried tot give you all I had to give."

"I can fix myself."

"You had them fooled, and I'll admit, you had me too."

"You gotta cut them off before they get too close to you."

"There's nothing left for us here."

"Don't look back."

"Do what you think is best."

"It's not my problem anymore."

"No fear of dying keeps me alive."

"You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt."

"Wait.... stay."

"I knew you had it in you."

"You're shaking again."

"'Because' isn't an answer."

"I have nothing you want."

"I swear I'll try, don't go."

He had worked hard to know the Compound, and knew exactly where the pair of them were headed. What? Did they expect him to jump into the chasm with nothing but a rope tied around his waist? That’d be— a little ridiculous, but this was Dauntless.

          “What sort of challenges?”

Impatience was in his nature. It had embedded itself there since the time he was young. Mother used to always reprimand him for such behavior, saying that it was ungrateful and rude— and he had done his best to tuck it away. He did well… for the most part— but, he was out in the real world now. He was a part of Elsewhere, and they governed very differently than they did back home. He was allowed a little impatience, here.

 ❝  An example would be... that one. ❞ Amar slowed to a stop when they'd reached an adequate vantage point from which to observe one of the said 'challenges.' A pair of younger  Dauntless, one that looked to be around Jonas' age while the other appeared to be somewhere near early teens, endeavored to climb one of the training walls without any sort of harness attached. Amar released his hold on the other, crossing his arms over his chest as his smirk settled into something more focused. 

 ❝  Do stuff like that... you get candy.        There are challenges all over the        compound today. ❞

With a sigh meant to signify that he had reserved himself to his fate, Jonas followed along after Amar. He had ridden on the train once before, but not since that time. Being brave was very different than being social. Jonas did not have adequate socialization, especially after not seeing anyone at all except for a toddler for almost two years. He’d probably mess something up, and be laughed at— he just didn’t want to try and be rejected. He could fire a weapon and throw a knife over and over again, and if he missed, he’d hear someone telling him to try again. No one would tell him that if he just blew this.

          “Are there any rules to the game?”

He asked as he fell into step behind the older boy, trying to slouch so that he wouldn’t get so much attention as they passed by others every now and then (he was so much taller than Amar, at least with Eric or Four he didn’t have this problem too bad).

He did NOT like that look in Amar’s eyes. Surprises never sat well in his little world. He didn’t like unpredictable things, because they either always ended well with sheer, dumb luck (much like his escape from the Community) or they ended badly. He feared this would be the latter.

  ❝  No rules, except the unspoken one         of no backing out. Doing that will just         brand you as a lost pansycake. The        game part will be explained to you        in a few minutes-- that's all you need         to know for now.  ❞ Telling him anything further would be breaking another   'unspoken' rule, so Amar kept quiet about it-- the only  sounds being boots echoing against the pavement as  he made his way out with Jonas on his heels. It didn't  take them too long, finding their way outside where the   sun had already begun it's fiery decent--  painting the   landscape in the warm yet fading glow of evening,   the towering buildings casting long dark shadows over   the terrain.   A few minutes passed before his dark eyes trained on  silhouettes in the distance, positioned beside the tracks;  probably Lauren and Zeke, Amar guessed. His suspicions  were confirmed when they drew close enough to make  out their faces,  his same anticipation mirrored in their   eyes. There were a few others as well, maybe seven or eight in total-- all seemingly hyped up and ready for the  night.  Amar turned to glance at Jonas, smirking. He must  have noticed the flask Lauren had clutched tightly between  her fingers with white knuckles. 

Choosing Dauntless was a leap from Abnegation. She was used to simplicity and order. Everything here took the girl by surprise. Each move and action would affect her one way or the other. Her fellow initiates were  nice enough - despite Peter and his goons. Blue hues  slightly widened as he revealed his name. This was Amar - The Amar who trained Four. That was a whole different topic. Nonetheless, a small smile tugged at  the corners of her lips. 

 ❝  It is nice to meet you, Amar. I have to       admit training has been difficult. ❞

 ❝  From what I've seen on the scoreboard,        you've been doing exceptionally well.         I wouldn't worry. ❞