Prologue:

Beatrice POV

The day I knew I was going to transfer is still clear in my memory. I was twelve years old and I had asked Marcus if I could do volunteer work like the other abnegations. Having already been 'home schooled' he wanted me to do some good for abnegation.

I started volunteer work a few days later. Thank the gods that abnegation is selfless or else I would be a source of major juicy gossip by then. I was assigned the job of carrying the heavy loads of supplies to the truck to be transferred to the other factions.

My first time was clear enough. I vaguely remember someone thrusting a heavy load into my hands telling me to carry it to the truck. After about ten minutes my arms were just about dead. I tried to ask for a break but another girl my age whispered that it was not allowed. That's right, taking a break would be considered self-indulgent, which according to the manifesto and rules of abnegation is 'extravagant and unnecessary'.

Soon the loads which were so heavy at first became much easier to carry; I realized I was getting stronger. I added more to the load, simply telling everyone that I was doing it to be more selfless and help the other people there. Even if someone had an objection, they couldn't voice it out loud, Abnegation, remember. I felt proud of myself for being able to carry more. Pride was something I hadn't felt for as long as I remember.

One particular day I saw the dauntless jumping onto the train. Not something that is uncommon, it happens every day. I saw the joy in their faces, a young boy jumping on for the first time, the pride on his face. I remember when I felt that pride. I certainly would never feel it with Marcus, or even abnegation for that matter.

I would never be happy, I would never find true love, something I scarcely believed existed at this point, I would never truly feel free in the faction where the man who calls himself my father lives. There is only one option for freedom. I had to transfer as an escape.

Candor? No, no way I was spilling my darkest secrets to some loud mouths. Erudite? Heck no, I'm not going to spend my life stuck in some book. Amity were just way too peaceful for me. That leaves only one option. Dauntless. Surely I would be able to make it, if I was able to improve so easily with the heavy loads. I have to. I would transfer, pass initiation, or die trying.

Tobias POV part-1

I have never belonged in abnegation. I have known that for as long as I can remember. Caleb was always the selfless one. I honestly don't know what to do. Do I stay? At least I will have my parents to support me. Do I transfer? I can start a new life for myself. I have always been smaller than other guys my age are. Height wise yes, Caleb and I were the same height, but I was skinnier than the normal abnegation. I knew what I had to do; the moment I found out I had aptitude for 3 factions.

It was abnegation, erudite or dauntless. Would I stay in abnegation? No way. I didn't belong here, I never had. Would I transfer to erudite? No way I would be surrounded by noses and be one for the rest of my lie. I would be dauntless, or die trying.

Part-2

If you had told me, two years ago, that I would be in dauntless, be the head ambassador, top of my batch, and that I had not only beaten, but shattered the record for number of fears in dauntless I would have laughed so hard that abnegation would have shunned me forever.

I was also training the transfer initiates as part time job. I personally know hard it can be to be thrust into a new world where you have so much to learn and so little time to do so, and I wanted to help those initiates make it.

(A/N: next part told in 2nd person POV)

It was time for the initiates to come through the net. Six always loved this part, he remembered the thrill and adrenaline that ran through his veins when he jumped for the first time and smiled. That was the first time someone had recognized him as someone other than a government official's son.

Here he was just Toby, the first jumper who happened to be from abnegation. Those memories were cut off by a scream. It was the first initiate.

He recognized the black blob that fell into the net. It was Uriah, his best, and only true friends little brother. He went through introducing the initiates one by one, a blur of factions and faces, before the last person jumped. He was extremely surprised to see a grey clothed girl fall into the net.

When he looked at her properly, he noticed many things. She was strikingly beautiful with dark brown hair tumbling haphazardly down her shoulders. He abnegation bun must have come off somewhere between the train and the fall. But what called out to him the most were her eyes.

They were a dark blue, the darkest he had ever seen on a person. There were a few flecks of light blue in them. They were filled with emotion; he could see so many of them there. He noticed the slight shadows under her beautiful eyes; she wasn't getting enough sleep at night. But most of all he realized that she was broken.

He had barely met her, but he was already protective her. He would find out who broke this girl if it was the last thing he did

So? What do you think? This is my first story, so if anyone has any advice, please tell me.