Girl's POV

"You know what to do Girl" the voice hissed in my ear. I looked up at the face next to me, the leader of my faction and tried to keep my face impassive.

Marcus Eaton, leader of Abnigation, had been my guardian for the last five years since the death of my mother and the abandonment of my father. So kind for him to take me in, I should be so grateful, the others around me reminded me every day. But yes, I knew what to do. Marcus has drilled me on the choosing ceremony, what I needed to do to come back to him and regain my place within our society.

It was simple, I thought my legs taking me automatically to the stage as the other factions looked on. Walk towards the stage, cut my palm, pause for a moment to prove to everyone I had considered my decision and then hold my hand over the right bowl.

A sizzling noise cut through the silence. Followed by a yell of "Dauntless". Then for a split second nothing, silence as people realised Marcus Eaton had not only been abandonded by one child, but two. And worse by the charity case, the one he had tried to help.

Dazed I walked towards the Dauntless seats. The cheers beginning to cut through the fog in my mind. I took a seat and for the first time in what felt like an eternity I breathed.

Eric's POV

I hated the choosing ceremonies. Year after year, the repitition, watching these young adults make the wrong decisions. No matter how much advice they were given, you could see the ones who came to Dauntless because they wanted to be cool, the ones who thought Amnity would be an easy ride, the ones who thought they were clever. A waste. Of course some made the right choices, but the ritual annoyed me and I couldn't ever understand the enjoyment others got from coming here.

I looked at the boy walking towards the stage, why were we even here. The clear expression, the confident step, the boy was Candor through and through. Obvious as he walked straight back to the seat where he had come from.

My eyes followed the tiny grey figure next. A girl swamped in fabric, eyes lowered, a resigned sense of the pathetic following her. Pure Abnigation and again I was surprised that Four and Tris could have ever come from this group of people.

My musings were dashed though from the cheers around me. The doormouse had chosen Dauntless. Our competitive nature demanded we make her welcome, to gloat over the faction and family she had left, if she thought we wanted her though she would be disappointed. I looked at the mouse for the first time, as her face changed and she realised what she had done. I saw the mask slip, for that's what the resigned look had been, and it was replaced by... well, by nothingness. And my blood ran cold.

Girl's POV

I sat in my seat applauding for the rest of the ceramony along with the rest of my new faction. I couldn't bring myself to whoop and cheer like the rest of the. If I was honest with myself I didn't think my voice could even make those noises. Still it felt like a good camoflauge, surrounding me, embracing me, keeping me seperate from the other factions. His faction.

The ceremony was coming to a close. I looked behind me, and typical Dauntless some of the leaders had already started to head out, before the closing remarks. I couldn't wait to leave either. And, I didn't have to. That's it we, were off. Running out of the hall. Not looking back. Running I could do, I had lots of practice at that, and my sturdy boots seemed more helpful that the smart shoes of the Erudite boy slipping on the marble floor next to me.

Fresh Air. It hit me, and I breathed deeply, the first time in years, and took off after the others, I was almost near the front of the pack. Relishing the sensation of running for the hell of it, not because I was being chased. Hell of it. My mind skipped at the rebellious thought. Hell. Abnigation don't use such words. Oh, the Hell of it. Run Girl.

The front runners stopped and started upwards, onto the train tracks. Climbing I could do too. I some times climbed trees when I couldn't run any more. And I easily pulled myself up, harder as my baggy clothes snagged on the rusty metal, trapping me slightly, like finer nails trying to claw me back to my old life.

I made it to the top and stopped with the others to catch my breath. Not knowing quite what to expect. I could see a train in the distance. "Hurry up!" A voice shouted to those still climbing, "It won't . I stuch my hand down and pulled up a Candor girl, exhausted by the last few feet of the climb. And nodded to her smile of thanks.

The train was almost with us now, and the pack started running again. I saw the first boy grab a handle and swing himself on board. A handle and doorway whipped passed my face, and then another, and another, split second intervals and my brain told me NOW. I grabbed out and my hand connected with the final handle. I allowed the tain to drag me, two giant steps, generating the momentum, and threw myself onboard.

Collapsed in a heap in the corner, I caught my breath again, and looked around and my fellow transfers. By the looks of it six in total. The Candor girl and four boys, I met the girls eyes and she smiled.

"What's next do you think?" she asked. Typical Candor, I don't know her name, she doesn't know mine, but what is important right now is what's next.

"Not sure, but I guess we'll have to get off the train." I replied.

"Do you think it will stop this time?" One of the boys asked. Erudite, looking for knowledge, slickly dressed, confident.

"If it didn't stop to pick us up, why would it stop now?" I whispered. We all looked at the buildings flying passed, we must be 50 feet above the ground. But before we could say anything more, laughing figures started throwing themselves across the gap, maybe 15foot wide onto the rooftops, and I knew we didn't have a choice.

This or factionless, either way, it's a better option than Abnigation I thought running towards the doors, flying through the air before the wind was knocked out of me and I lay on the ground. Stunned. I made it. Hell. I made it.

Tris's POV

My first year on the roof, wlcoming our new Initiates. Well, not welcoming. Eric wouldn't be happy if I made them feel too at ease, and even Four had agreed with him on this point.

I looked at the group begining to congrigate. Smaller than previous years, but then our reputation for cuts had made sure that people took our training more seriously.

Five transfers, two girls, three boys. I was sure Eric's email I had said six, had we lost one already? Yes, the Candor girl screaming at the shrinking train confirmed one hadn't jumped.

Seven Dauntless born. We had losts a lot too, there would be alot of melancholy families tonight.

Still, I had a job to do here. "Gather around." I called. Trying to ignore the quiet hiccupped sobs from the Candor, I never lost that side of my Abnigation upbringing, but it wouldn't help their initiation if they thought I was a soft touch.