"Remember, pull the brake above your head. Or you go splat," the Dauntless born initiate she didn't know the name of said with a nice hand clap to reinforce the point. Right, don't go splat. Got it.

And then Tris soared. She lifted her arms to her sides and screamed with joy at the freedom. Free from the stifling confines of Abnegation. Free from the intensity that was her new life in Dauntless. Free from the worry that was being Divergent inside of Dauntless. Tris looked down over the city and enjoyed the ride.

She saw the end of the line coming and reached behind her for the hand brake. Where was that thing? She looked behind her and saw that it was waving in the wind, just beyond her reach. Curse you short arms!

The others at the bottom of the zip line began to yell for her to hit the brake. And she would dammit, if she could just reach it. Finally, her hand grasped the brake and she jerked it down. She screeched to a halt, sparks flying from the abused braking system. She looked at the wall in front of her and let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She was so close to the wall she could see the variations in the bricks. Well, she thought, at least she didn't become one with the bricks. Suddenly she felt hands on the harness. She looked down and saw Eric unrigging her.

"Good thing you finally got the brake. I thought we'd have flattened Stiff there for a second," he smirked. The smarmy bastard.

"I thought so too," she grinned down at him. She wasn't about to let him ruin the high she'd just gotten.

And then she fell, gracelessly - if she were being honest. She gasped when Eric caught her.

"Try not to fall, yeah?" He was definitely laughing at her. Definitely. Asshole.

"Maybe give me some warning next time."

"If there is a next time, I still won't."

Tris looked at Eric as he walked away to watch for the next person on the line. She hoped she got to stay in Dauntless. If only for the zip lining. It had nothing to do with jerk-wad leaders.