A/N: This is my first Divergent fanfiction, so bear with me. I really loved the idea of writing about the initiation of Eric/Four. This is in the perspective of Eric, because I think he's the best. Lots of Four/Eric interactions, so all you Four lovers, don't fret! Please give it a try! Don't forget to Review, and offer any suggestions you have! It will push me to update faster. Enjoy x

I am going to go insane. I was very sure of it. The anticipation was eating me alive. I looked around at the other nervous 16 year olds, and I wondered how many of them, like me, were going to disappoint their family today. You make one choice, and just like that everyone hates you. Ahh, Choosing Day. The dreaded Choosing Day. Faction before blood I always told myself. I like that. But I was immediately reminded of my soon to be old faction: Erudite.

Erudite.

I gulped hard. By this time my heart was pounding out of my ribcage. I was shaking as I looked down at my blue polo and grab the him. I own at least 17 of these; it'll be nice to finally put them away for good. My mind is everywhere at this point. I found myself looking around again with curious eyes. Was everyone else this nervous? I close my eyes and dismiss all thoughts of Erudite and family and focus on what I want, and where I know I belong. I know I don't belong with the Erudite; the intelligent and logical, always having an answer and solution for everything. In all actuality, I did like Erudite. They were powerful. But…

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of my name.

And suddenly, I feel numb. I have no thoughts. I am empty. I shakily grab the knife that is being offered to me and keep my mind focused.

Focused on the burning coal.

I slowly walk over to the sizzling coals that echo in my ear, and with fierce satisfaction I slice my palm and I watch as blood trickles into the fire. What am I getting myself into? It doesn't matter.

I've made my decision; I'm one of them.

I make my way over to the others that have chosen Dauntless, and I join them with relief. I smile and feel an urge to laugh hysterically. Why? Because right then and there I realized that I didn't look at my family once. Not when I heard my name, not when I let my blood flow into the dauntless bowl, and not when I walked toward my new faction in delight. And you know what? I know choosing Dauntless was quite possibly the worst thing I could have done. I know I will probably never see my family ever again. And I very well know that I'm a disappointment to them. I try to care. But every ounce of me is indifferent. Total apathy. Thoughts about my family seem trivial now.

I look to my left and see a stiff. A stiff chose dauntless should be my first thought. Naturally, it would be anyone's first response. But it isn't. Because I see who it is. Tobias Eaton. Rather than thinking a stiff won't last ten minutes in Dauntless I wonder why he's here. I know of his father, everyone knows his father. He's all important in government. I recall thinking how I, as an Erudite born, choosing Dauntless is the worst decision ever, but I was wrong. Choosing Dauntless as an Abnegation is worse. This is definitely going to be widely talked about. This won't go unnoticed.

I study him. His all gray, his short hair cut. It just screams "hey I'm a stiff, please taunt me!" But his eyes; they look so focused and so sure. He looks cut for Dauntless. He's tall. He looks tough, like he doesn't break easily. We'll see I thought. I made a metal note to keep an eye on him. I walked over next to him, making myself visible to him. He needed to know who I was, and oh, he surely will. Me coming from Erudite, I almost feel better than him already.

"Eric" I say, introducing myself. I hardly look at him. Why should I?

He just nods. There's a clear lack of interest in his face. He clearly didn't come here to make friends. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You're a stiff, I see? Ah, that's a little…surprising. I have to ask…why Dauntless?" I'm neither curious nor interested, I just want a reaction.

"Why is it surprising." He asked this as if it weren't a question, but more of a statement. He was thinking about something else, I'm sure of it. Not everyone is able to say goodbye to their family forever as easily as me, I conclude.

And then before I know it, everyone is running hopelessly, following one and other. I breathe in a feeling of freedom as we all make our way to the moving train. This excites me. My first act of bravery as a Dauntless. The feeling is liberating. But then I come to the realization that I'm about to freaking jump onto a moving train. I feel a simultaneous rush of adrenaline and fear. I can't shake the feeling of fear. I glace over at Tobias to see if he is at ease. He seems calm. I recall the choosing ceremony, and how he looked so focused. That is how he is now. I smirk as I run passed him so he sees me.

I hoist myself onto the train with some difficulty. Tobias makes it look effortless. It's because he's freakishly tall I assure myself. A Candor boy attempted to get himself on the train, grabbing everything he could for support. Just as I thought he was secure, before our eyes he falls off the train. Falls without a scream or a sound. Factionless. I look away and laugh with amusement. A dauntless born boy looks down at his feet in utter dismay because he wasn't able to help the boy. I just stare at him with my dark and judging eyes. Shouldn't your main focus be to make sure you survive? When he is done wallowing in his self pity, he talks to Tobias and I learn that his name is Zeke. I stand against the wall with my arms folded taking everything and everyone in. Pretty soon, all of us will put away our blue, or black and white, or gray, or red and yellow in exchange for black. The thought is thrilling. I'm done with Erudite. Done with the books and done with the intellectual conversations at the dinner table. I'm sure others were feeling the same; maybe the Candor were just happy they weren't required to speak their mind all the time even if it is probably second nature by now. Or the stiff…was he happy to leave his life of simplicity behind? I could only imagine the feeling of freedom.

The Dauntless leader then tells us we will be jumping off soon. Great I think. More jumping. I really hope I get used to this. Tobias is the first to jump, and I follow after Zeke. Who does Tobias think he is? It was then that I began to realize I had this intense desire to be better than him at everything. But perhaps that was just my natural instinct; it meant recognition. And recognition means attention; and attention meant authority. And authority was power. It was as simple as that. This will be so easy.

When everyone (well most) landed from the train and onto the building we now stood on top of, I took that moment to look around. People looked absolutely terrified. Even the stiff looks terrified to be up here. The stiff is terrified. What a pleasant thought.

"After jumping off of this building into the hole that awaits you at the bottom, you will see the Dauntless compound for the first time. If you're scared, I highly suggest you get over it. Don't think; your mind will interfere. Just do."

Great advice I think.

No one moved. Everyone sort of looked around. People were whispering; betting on what awaits us at the bottom. It's water one irritating Candor girl spats. Oh hey, someone moved. Tobias was walking. He was walking before me? A stiff? And with that he's gone. Out of my view. I hear someone shout "First jumper – Tobias!" First jumper. I stumble forward to give myself a proper view of the bottom. It's a net. Fabulous, just what I wanted. Rope burn. But I didn't wait. And I actually followed the guy's advice. Don't think, just do. I flung myself off the ledge of the building and land hard on the rope. I slight scream escapes me, but I contain myself with clenched teeth. Not too terrible. Tobias and the Dauntless leader are waiting beside the net. I shoot a quick look of jealousy at Tobias which I doubt he sees as I roll off the net with some assistance.

I'm not going to let myself come in second all the time. Second to him. I see the Dauntless leader talking to Tobias in high esteem.

"First jumper?" he says. "Impressive. First jumpers…they sort of just stick in our minds. Smooth landing as well. We've got our eyes on you," he says with a smile. Tobias had a look of satisfaction. The leader then turns to me. "Welcome to Dauntless." The words were comforting. I grin as others begin jumping from the building.

I make my way over to where Tobias was and bump into his shoulder purposefully hard enough for him to notice, but light enough to where it could have been regarded as an accident. He knows it wasn't. He doesn't move, but he glares at me. I was enjoying myself far too much. A malicious smile was now forming on my face.

Let initiation begin.