"Ryder Bauer," My head snapped up and I looked at the man covered with tattoos that just called my name. "You're next opponent will be," He checked his clipboard and a smile formed on his lips, "Well look at this, you will be facing your brother; Gunner."

I peered around the group of my peers looking for the man whose looks were identical to my own, but I came up blank, "He must be off training somewhere else, he said something about needing help with shooting, he could be there." I shoved my hands down into my pockets and waited to hear my new opponent.

The man grumbled and flipped through the papers again, "Graham Waters."

I jerked my head in a slight nod, while continuing towards the elevated fighting arena. I took a backwards glance at my opponent, a boy who was skinny, lanky, and was suffering from a severe case of bedhead. "This is just too easy," I muttered and stepped into the center of the arena, my hands clenching into fists after cracking the knuckles roughly. It's matches such as this one that aid people in their faction choice, and just from the look of Graham I had a gut feeling that he wasn't going to be staying here in Dauntless, the home of the brave.

He proceeded to raise his hands and make fists that I couldn't help but to chuckle at. "Hey Graham, you may not want to have your thumb inside your fist, you will break it if you throw a hard enough punch. Although, I wouldn't beat yourself up over it, that's my job." I circle around him slowly, I felt as though his knew every move I was going to make, it's just too bad that he wasn't fast enough to react before my fists found him. In my experience, power of the body has proved to overcome power of the mind in every significant instance. I bash in blow after blow to the vitals, and corner the weak male up against the edge of the platform. Just when I'm about to finish him off, I heard my name yelled from the crowd. This wasn't your usual booty shorts cheering girl, this was a call of distress, of heartbreak.

I stepped away from Graham and tossed him onto the ground, I looked into the crowd and saw the tall frame of Caera, my mother. "Ryder, please come down right away."

She reached up and tugged on my hand, and I stumbled down the steps as she pulled me into her arms. "Mom, what's going on?" I quickly looked around, my face turning red from the public display of affection my mother was presenting. "Let's go somewhere else."

She choked back a sob and she made her way to the chasm. There were many people surrounding the edge of the drop off into the rapid waters and sharp rocks. As we walked up people turned and gave me sympathetic looks, which was something that I have never received, I have only given. It wasn't a time consuming stroll to our destination, but being the impatient person I am, it was horrifyingly slow. "Look down there Ryder," her voice was almost inaudible, "Please tell me you see your brother down there treading water."

"What?" I didn't understand what she was talking about, and when I looked over at her and her eyes were closed.

"Tell me that you see him down there treading water with that cocky smirk plastered on his face. Tell me that he will swim to a rock, climb out, and come bounding over to me. Tell me that I can yell at him, but we will all just end up laughing in the end. Ryder I just need you to tell me."

"Mom, he's not down there."

A broken sob escaped her lips, "Ryder, that's because he's dead."

"Ryder Bauer!" My eyes snapped open and I felt an elbow hit me in my side, I glanced over and scowled at the man who jabbed me. My attention was turned towards the small area at the front of the stage, five bowls were lined up, waiting for my blood. I stood, fixing my tight black tee and I slowly made my way up to the stage, jumping up onto it, instead of using the stairs. My eyes darted between the burning coals, gray stone, glass, dirt, and water, my choice was almost too easy. I slit my hand with ease, unlike people from the other factions and I held my hand over the burning coals, but right at the last moment my eyes darted to the glistening water and the reflective glass, but before I had time to consider my other options, I heard the sound of my blood sizzling on the coals, and the roar of my faction cheering me on. I sighed, and nodded, it was for the best to stick with what I know.

Names were called, but I felt it wasn't necessary to pay any attention. The only thought that plagued my mind was that I looked at the other factions. I am sure that Dauntless was an exact match for me, so why did I even consider anything else? My faction began clapping, and I looked to see who was getting onto the stage. I squinted and my eyebrows furrowed, I knew him, I did… I just couldn't place him. He is obviously insignificant, due to the fact I can hardly remember his thin frame, but somehow the boy seems like he means something to me. When he got up to the bowls, he analyzed them so carefully, and seemed to observe each and every detail. I remembered that look, I had received that look before, from this organizer of the event voices his official faction choice, "Graham Waters; Erudite!"

Nothing really remarkable happened for the rest of the event and before I knew it my faction began to stand, screaming as they began to run out of the room. I elbowed a guy next to me, "Dude, put that tiny brain of yours to work and give me a recap of whatever happened. I couldn't be bothered to listen to that shit."

"Well, we now have a stiff to deal with. Beatrice, the Abnegations leader's daughter, ditched them and now we're burdened with her."

I shook my head and groaned, I didn't understand why stiff's even tried to become a Dauntless member. They always ended up factionless, hurt, or best case scenario for the rest of us; dead. I chuckled and hit him on his thick chest jokingly, "Aye, don't worry too much about it. She will be out of here by the end of the week."

Character Autopsy- Ryder

Name: Ryder Bauer

Age: 16 years and 11 months

Height: 6'7"

Faction of Origin: Dauntless

Chosen Faction: Dauntless

Sexuality: Straight as an arrow

Physical Features: Long, swoopy, straight brown hair, Tall with broad shoulders and muscles. Small round plugs and tattoos, dimples Bright blue eyes. Wears mostly plain T-shirts and black jeans or gym shorts.

Personality: Yeah he's a douche too,gets bored easily, low tolerance for others, dry humor, knows how to handle himself, tough, he was 2nd in his initiation and his twin brother who was killed for divergence was 1st .

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