This is just a one-shot. It's the sixth chapter of Divergent from Tobias/Four's point of view. I might be doing other one shots in his perspective, this is just a tester however. Let me know what you think, reviews are always welcome!

I do not own Divergent, or any of the characters present. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.


Finally the day had arrived, the day I was both anxiously awaiting as well as slightly dreading. The new initiates. I waited eagerly at the bottom of the Dauntless compound. Waiting to see who would be the bravest of the initiates, the first jumper.

It had been only two years since my Dauntless initiation, and although it felt much longer than that, I still had very vivid memories. The excitement and freedom I felt as my blood dropped onto the Dauntless coals, as I left the building amongst the other Dauntless my father shooting me a deadly gaze as I left. My fear landscape, my first meet with Eric, who used to merely be a scared little Erudite boy both mesmerized and terrified of what the future in this faction held.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by Lauren. "Who do you think will be the first jumper?"

"A Dauntless born. Maybe an Erudite." I shrug, with full confidence, although I'd love to be proven wrong, that's always been the case. Either it's a Dauntless born who has lived here all their lives, knowing what lies at the bottom. Or an Erudite, smart enough to understand that the Dauntless don't want to kill their initiates.

Lauren nodded in agreement, and we wait in silence eagerly awaiting the first jumper. A few seconds pass before they jump, I can hear Max still giving instructions.

Finally, I hear a whoosh of wind coming from the top, there are no screams to follow this one. My eyes trail her falling body, her hair is blonde and tied up. And grey. Grey clothes. Could it be?

A small girl with a petite frame who appeared to be no older than 12, certainly not 16.

I immediately stretch my hand out, amongst a crowd of other hands. Her body didn't uphold her age, but her face certainly did. She had a narrow face with long blonde hair and an indescribable set of eyes.

She grabs my hand, almost rolling off the net. I catch her right before she falls face first into the ground, still slightly in a trance. I don't let go of her until I see she is steady on her feet.

"Can't believe it. A stiff, the first to jump? Unheard of." Lauren says.

And I see for the first time someone who is more like me than she could possibly imagine. Barely a teenager, choosing to set aside her grey clothes for those of black instead. Putting aside her selfless instincts in hopes of defeating cowardice, unaware that her selfless instincts will be what guide her through initiation.

"There's a reason why she left them, Lauren." I say rather defensively. This girl seems familiar but I can't quite put a name to her face. I had tried my absolute hardest to shut out all of the memories I had of my old faction and this seemed to be the only time I've ever regretted doing so.

"What's your name?" I ask.

She hesitates for a second, "..Uhmm."

I smile all too knowingly. The Abnegation do not permit extravagance, she knows that her name doesn't fit in here, just as I had. "Think about it. You don't get to pick again"

After a second, she responds. "Tris." And for the first time in a while I feel happy with my choice. Since my initiation I have considered leaving the Dauntless compound several times, becoming factionless. Especially after Amar's death. But finally, it seems as if I might have a purpose. Perhaps someone who understands.

"Tris. Make the announcement Four." Lauren says grinning, and I can tell Lauren's enthusiasm spreads to Tris too, as she smiles.

For the first time since I become a trainer, I grin, "First jumper - Tris!" I shout very eagerly.

I hear shouts and applause from the Dauntless crowd. How different they must seem to her, I think. But I'm taken by surprise, rather than being taken aback from the cheers, Tris embraces it. She'll fit in perfectly here.

I barely register the next jumper, she's a screamer though. Candor most likely.

"Welcome to Dauntless." I say to Tris, placing my hand on her back. She looks up at me with her fragile eyes, deep and knowingly.

Suddenly, something snaps in me, Tris. Beatrice. Beatrice Prior. Her father was friends with mine. She had a brother too, a loving family. I wonder why she chose to leave. But I know the answer already. She felt out of place, this girl with adrenaline pumping through her, certainly couldn't be confined to Abgnegation customs.

I pray that she doesn't recognize me, I've changed a lot regardless. I left as a scared Abnegation boy and turned into a determined Dauntless.

But as her eyes turn to mine, I see no hint of recognition. I breathe out a sigh of relief.