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I'm the second to the last one to jump off the building. I stand on the ledge, feeling the wind in my long, curly, blond hair. My light blue jacket flaps against me. I smile as I shift my weight forward, falling. I spread my arms out, making myself feel like I'm flying. I don't even know what is at the bottom of the whole. I keep falling. Then I hit a net. The net curls around me as hands stretch out towards me. I grab a hand, detangling myself from the net. I stumble onto a wooden platform. My foot goes over the edge of the wooden platform. A pair of hands quickly pulls me toward him, using himself to steady me. My face leans against his chest, hearing his heart pound. I breath in his cologne. Somehow, the smell comforts me. He guides me toward his chest, pulling me away from the edge.

"That's a first. Never had someone fall off the edge." His deep voice rumbles his chest.

Gently, he pushes me away. My hair falls in my face, I flip it over my head so I can see. I should've brought bobby pins. I looks up at the man, who still has his hands on my elbows. I recognize him from the Choosing Ceremony. His name is Max.

I look at his face. He has dark brown shin and a small, scruffy beard. His hands are big and warm and his knuckles are bruised. He must have been fighting recently. That, or he hit a brick wall. His skin reminds me of chocolate. Warm and smooth. I feel my face getting hot as I stare at him.

"Thank you," I say, breathlessly. He releases my elbows. I notice that he is staring at me too.

He clears his throat. "You're welcome," he says. His voice is deep, like a bass guitar. "Amar should be down in a second. The others are waiting in the tunnel over there." He points down the steps.

I look at the tunnel then back at him. I nod as I walk down the steps and join the others. I hear a scream. Once at the end of the steps, I turn and I see a blur of gray. Gray? Since when do Abnegation transfer? I walk towards the tunnel. I stay at the beginning, leaning against the wall, which is wet. The cool moisture seeps through my light blue coat. The Abnegation guy walks in front of me. I guess I blend in so well, he doesn't see me. Quietly, I walk over to where he is. Before I can get the nerve to say anything to him, a man walks in front of us. We make a semicircle around him. I still hover next to the wall, not wanting to be seen but so much.

The man brings his hands together. He has dark brown skin, as well. Not as dark as Max, though. More of a milk chocolate, whereas Max is more of the dark chocolate. His brown eyes are almost black in this light. I shudder, it's almost scary looking.

"My name is Amar. I'm your initiation instructor." That's all I get because I'm too busy looking at his face. The way he easily smiles. The way he stands; strong and determined. "Lucky you." I laugh, quietly, at this because I feel like it's true. I'm lucky to get to spend time with him when he could be doing something totally different.

Then, we're moving. I must've zoned out a lot because I don't remember him saying we're going anywhere. Which is saying something because I have a photographic memory. He leads us down the tunnel to a wooden door. The door looks like it weighs a ton. He shoves it open with his shoulder. Everyone piles into the room, almost closing me out of it. I stop the door with my foot, slipping in. As I slip into the room, I see that is has a large window on the back wall. The room has chairs in the middle of it and a large table with syringes. I hide in the shadows, which is easy because half of the room is shadows. I lean on the wall, the moisture soaking through my sweater, again. The cool moisture makes me shiver.

I hear Amar talking again, "This is the fear landscape room. A fear landscape is a simulation in which you confront your worst fears." He continues talking about how you have to figure out a way to overcome your fears. How to calm your heart rate, steady your breathing, stuff like that.

"How is that possible?" I hear someone say. "You don't know our fears."

I push up from leaning on the wall. I know that voice. But it can't be. Looking into the light, I see him. In his blue sweater, just like mine, it's my ex-boyfriend, Eric. I was too distracted by getting away from my home that I didn't know that he came with me. Or, I came with him. I shake my head, I'll think about that one later.

Amar explains how the serum works. After he's done explaining, he tells Eric that to "satisfy his Erudite curiosity", he will go first. Amar goes to a table with needles on it. I watch them both. Amar standing tall. Then at Eric. He takes his time slipping off his sweater, folding it then placing it over the back of a chair. I know why he's taking his time: he wants to annoy Amar as much as possible. He was always good at pushing the right buttons, making people mad. He never did it to me but he did it to everyone else.

When Eric finally gets to Amar, Amar jabs the needle in his neck. Some of the people wince. He jabbed it in so hard that it looks like he enjoyed it. He pushes Eric into the next room. As Eric walks to the center of the other room, Amar hooks himself up to a machine.

Eric stares at us through the window. Then, it's like he's staring at something else. The simulation started. He standing still. He doesn't move, doesn't scream, doesn't cry, nothing. He stays still for the longest amount of time. He doesn't react. I don't understand how he doesn't react to his worst fears. It's not brave, it's stupidity. Then, it's over. He blinks at us, then smirks. Everyone, even the Dauntless-born, are quiet. They understand the message I got when I first started dating him: Eric is a dangerous person. He was dangerous with the information he has inside his mind. He uses it to his advantage. But now that he's in Dauntless, that makes him even more dangerous.

As other people stand up to go through their worst fears, I watch Amar. He pushes the needle in gently. Afterwards, I watch the people's reactions to their fears. Some scream, some cry, some run, some huddle in a corner, waiting for the simulation to end. I stay at the back wall. Almost everyone has gone, until it's just me and the Stiff.

I push off the wall, going to sit down in a chair. When Amar walk out of the room, he stares at me. I surprised him. The Stiff stares at me, too.

"Uh… Hi," I say, not really knowing what to say.

"Hi," Amar says. "Are you- Are you a transfer?"

Gesturing to my blue clothing, I say, "Yeah. I thought you knew that."

I look at the table with the needles on it. Running a hand through my hair, I see that they must've miss counted: there's only one needle left.

Amar gestures to me, taking the needle in his hand. I stand up and walk over to him. I moves my hair. I feel a warmth from his touch. I almost shiver.

As he pushes the needle in, he says, "I'm only using half of it. I gotta get through you and the Stiff." He inserts the needle, pushing half of the serum into my veins. Then he guides me to the room.

I walk to the middle, and turn to look at the glass. Then it starts.

I stand it perfectly still. I stand on cement, no one in sight. Turning in a full circle, I see that I am alone. That doesn't bother me. I'm used to being alone. Just then, a blur of blue rushed past me.

I turn my body, running after who just past me. When I see who I'm chasing. I skid to a halt. Eric. I'm not afraid of Eric, so why is he here?

"Nice of you to join us," he calls to me. He's about 5 feet away.

"A what do you want, Eric?" I ask him.

In the blink of an eye, he appears in my face. "I missed you."

Then he kisses me. The sweetest kiss I ever had. I stay there for a second, savoring the moment. Then I back up, away from him.

"No. No. Nope. Can't do that." I tell him.

"Abby, I love-" Eric starts.

Just then, a gunshot goes through where his heart is. The sound of gunshots multiply, each one leaving a new hole on Eric. Each hole making him bleed more and more, until his whole shirt was covered in blood.

"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, over and over. My heart pounds in my ears. Everything in me is tight. My hands shaking, sweat pouring down my face. "No! No! No!"

After the gunshots stop, I run up to him. Cradeling him, running my fingers over his delicate face.

"Eric," I sob.

Then, everything disappears. Everything but the feeling of being kicked in the chest. Heart still pounding, I stand. I feel like I really lost him. Like I really saw him die. Then the next obstacle appears.

Three men stand in front of me. Each has a gun in their hand. I'm not afraid of dying. My heart still pounds from seeing Eric dead.

"We killed him, you know," one of the men say. It's like a new kick to the chest, knocking the wind out of me.

"You- what?" I ask, harshly.

"We killed him," they all repeat.

Without thinking, I lunge at them with a scream. Stealing their guns, I swing one like a baseball bat, hitting a guy in the head. I throw the guns away from us. Then I kick. I punch. I do everything that comes to mind. Images of pressure points appear in my head. I hit them.

I'm not thinking of dead Eric, now. Now, as my heart thunders, I realize my worst fear: me becoming a monster when I am confronted with someone who hurt my family. But it doesn't stop me.

I hit one guy's temples, killing him. My hands get covered in blood. I kick another guy's chest, hard. I hear multiple ribs crack. He staggers from the blow, unable to breath. He falls, not moving. He's dead, as well. The whole lower half of me is drenched in blood, too.

That leaves me with one more guy. He runs away. I run after him, getting a gun in my hands, during the process. The man falls, almost landing on his face. I catch up to him. Using my foot, I turn him over, holding my foot at his throat.

Not thinking, I cock the gun "Please," he begs. "Don't"

I tell him snidely, "You killed Eric"

I shoot the gun. Then drop it, knowing what I did. I look at the guys, all dead by my hand.

The lights lift as I collapse on the ground, pressing my hands to my face. My photographic memory allows me to remember everything I see, hear, and feel. I will never be able to forget this.

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