A/N: I'm going to try and update once a week, maybe more. I just finished my finals yesterday so I have a lot of free time.

Please R&R, I'm really unsure of this Chapter. I wasn't even going to have Eric in it at all an somehow that happened. Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Trilogy and any of its characters, they are owned by Veronica Roth.

Chapter Song- Icarus by Bastille

There was something remarkable about falling into a pit with no knowledge of what was at the bottom. An hour ago I would have questioned why we had to jump. But an hour ago I wasn't a Dauntless Initiate and my hair wasn't tumbling past my shoulders and I wasn't jumping off of trains barefoot and my skirt wasn't ripped at the front. Now I wasn't even questioning the consequences of jumping off a roof and into a mysterious dark hole.

My back hit net and I bounced several feet into the air before settling in the middle of the black net. Laughing, I looked at my surroundings the room was dark except for the light that was emitting from the hole that I just fell through. The safety netting was being pulled with me along with it. I glanced at a Dauntless man with an outstretched hand, holding the black fabric down to help me out. I grabbed his hand and rolled out from the safety net.

"Where are your shoes?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he glanced at my bare feet.

"On a train back to Erudite." I grinned sheepishly then hopped onto the floor next to him.

"What's your name?" The man questioned as he sized me up.

"Dani." I spoke quickly, not wanting anyone to know who my mother was.

"First jumper—Dani!" He yelled at the surrounding members of the faction. "Welcome to Dauntless."

Slowly, each initiate fell through as I watched from the sidelines with all the other Dauntless members. There we twenty-three of us over all, twelve Dauntless-born and eleven transfers, five of us didn't make it off the train. Factionless. I studied the clothing of each member as they fell one by one, committing them to memory.

Candor had the most transfers, seven initiates all in white attire. Three girls and four boys, I recognized a few of them but never bothered to remember their names. They were the wild card during initiation, it was hard to read which ones would be successful or not. Ex-Candors were usually good liars.

Erudite's had three transfers, including myself. I knew both of them and they knew me, which just made it more difficult to hide my identity. Martin had the biggest advantage I suspected that he knew he was going to end up in Dauntless at an early age. Defined muscles were bulging through his dress shirt, he obviously had been preparing for this initiation. He would be my greatest challenge here. Zachary Thatcher was another matter, if I were to guess where he'd end up transferring to it wouldn't be Dauntless, it would be Abnegation. The only advantage he would have here was his height he practically towered over everyone in this room. Other than that I didn't think he would last long but it would be longer then the Amity girl.

Melody Green, going by Mel now, and there was no way she'd make it through initiation. She screamed louder than anyone on her way down and was still shaking when she went to stand next to me. On top of that she was extremely small and skinny. I don't know what made her think she could handle Dauntless. I just knew she was going to be bait for the bigger fish around here.

Once all the initiates were on the ground we were led down a narrow hallway by two of the trainers. I walked along side Mel and a Candor girl with a pixie cut kept shooting me curious glances. We stopped, and the female trainer with three piercings in her eyebrow spoke. "This is where we divide, Dauntless-born are with me the transfers go with him." He gestured toward the male trainer, he had no piercings but I spotted tattoos peaking through the collar of his shirt.

They left and we were left nervously in the hands of a man with a permanent bitch face.

"My name is Four, I'll be your instructor for the next few weeks during this— initiation." He introduced himself and the pixie cut girl giggled, for what reason, his name or because she thought he was cute? I wasn't entirely sure but Four wasn't amused.

"Something funny?" He glared and she shook her head. "Good." We continued following him and as we walked he began talking again. "We're going into the Pit." He spoke over his shoulder.

"What's the Pit?" Another Candor asked as we shuffled along the narrow halls.

"You'll see when we get there." He barked and no one spoke after that.

We entered what I assumed was the Pit and it was rightly named. It consisted of a deep pit that was filled with several members of Dauntless. The roof was made of glass and if that wasn't terrifying enough the walkways had no railings to guide you. The only thing to prevent you from falling was the blue lights that hung from various points down the path.

As we were walking by, several Dauntless-born came bursting through the walkway, ignoring us Transfers and almost making me fall off the edge of the path. I see pavement as I dive forward and close my eyes to brace for impact until I feel pressure on my elbow. I'm being pulled back and breathe a sigh of relief as I turn to thank who I was sure was Four, it wasn't.

Grey eyes, cold and menacing that looked far too familiar for my own comfort. He wore microdermals over his right eyebrow and gauges in his ears. He was tall, about a head taller than me and his forearms were covered in tattoos as well as muscle. At first glance I would have assumed he was Dauntless-born but his eyes were calculating and devious. He was from Erudite, I realized right away and any acknowledgement of gratitude had slipped my mind. Who was he? I thought to myself.

"Watch it Transfer." He growled and his grip tightened before he shoved me towards Four. I regained my balance and glared at the brute who was clearly trying to intimidate me. Nothing pissed me off more than that.

"You're the one who nearly knocked me off, you watch it." I bit back, unafraid no matter how daunted I felt towards his size.

His jaw clenched as he sized me up and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable under his gaze but I didn't show my unease. I held my chin up and stared back, refusing to back down. This wasn't one of my greater plans but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of showing my own vulnerability. As his eyes traveled down he smirked at my bare feet before turning to Four with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Do continue the tour." He held his hands behind his back and grinned at Four.

Four stared at him for a moment seemingly not pleased to be having him along and something definitely told me they weren't friends. He nodded and we walked through the rest of the way with the big brute following behind. Turning right out of the pit, I could hear rapidly running water echo through the dark cave.

That's when the cave opened up into a ravine, the daylight emphasized the jaggedness of the sharp rocks a long the walls.. We were several stories high and as magnificent as the ravine was it was also terrifying. There was a infirm bridge in the middle of the Chasm that connected the ravine together. We were going to cross it.

I looked over my shoulder at the Brute behind me with uncertainty, he was watching me with great interest. Suspicion rose in my chest as we walked across the rickety bridge. I didn't trust the person behind me and I was right not to.

Four shouted on our way through "The Chasm reminds us that there is a fair line between bravery and idiocy."

Callous hands wrapped around the back of my neck. My throat constricts as I'm being pushed over the edge of the bridge. One hand wrapped around my neck the other gripping the front of my shirt to ensure I don't fall. My hands instantly wrap around the culprits wrist, hanging on for dear life. Fear raging through my bones as I stared up at his malicious grey eyes. Somehow I knew this would happen.

The Brute grins, fully knowing that I was afraid, that was his goal.

Everyone was silent around us and I did not dare look away from him. I've already made it worse for myself, my jaw clenched as I stared back, blue eyes hard with frustration as I struggled to keep my feet on the edge of the bridge.

"You best remember that the Chasm isn't the only thing you should fear." He spoke to all of us but his eyes were on me, a warning. To never challenge him again. "I'm Eric, I'll be training you a long side Four." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "You all best remember your place."

I didn't say anything, I wasn't about to make the same mistake again. We continued walking on and thankfully no one spoke about it. I think they were too frightened to speak.

Eric. I suddenly remembered him.