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Chapter 2

After all the initiates have jumped, Lauren and I lead them down the dark hallways. The lights are few and dim, but I am used to it, walking these hallways several times a day sometimes. We stop abruptly, and face the initiates. "This is where we divide," Lauren announces. "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place." A smile plays on her lips as she turns on her heel and strides off into the shadows, the Dauntless-born following obediently. I am left with only nine initiates, the only Abnegation being Tris. I address them next. "Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor. My name is Four." I announce. A Candor speaks up, and I inwardly sigh; there is usually one. "Four? Like the number?" she asks. "Yes. Is there a problem?" I coolly reply. "No" is her quick answer. I continue, "Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It-"I am interrupted yet again by the Candor. "The Pit?" she snickers. "Clever name." I am right in front of her in two quick strides, and I lean in close, narrowing my eyes. "What's your name?" I ask. "Christina," she manages to squeak out. "Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction. The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?" I hiss, and she nods quickly. I turn away and continue leading them down the hallway, and they follow in silence… mostly. I can hear Christina mumble something about me being a jerk, and Tris retort that I don't like being laughed at. You have no idea, I think. I push open the double doors that we have arrived at, and head into the Pit. There are whispers behind me, and I remember when I first came, the controlled chaos of Dauntless astounding me, and knowing that I would never belong. I stop for a moment, letting them take in the new surroundings. Soon, I am waving them on, ready to show them the chasm. It doesn't take long before I hear the familiar roar of the water. It brings its comfort and solace, and I take a moment to clear my clouded head. "The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy!" I have to shout to make myself heard. "A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You've been warned." My last words are solemn and kindle a foreboding, but it must be said, before one of them tests it for themselves. I lead them on to the cafeteria, and I can hear murmurs of appreciation behind me. When we walk in, the Dauntless inside stand up and cheer loudly, banging their fists on the table. I look around for Zeke and Shauna, but instead I find myself migrating to the same table as Tris and Christina, and Tris ends up in between me and Christina. I fix myself a hamburger, like usual, until I see Tris staring at it quizzically. I nudge her with my elbow. "It's beef, put this on it." I say, handing her the bowl of ketchup. Christina's eyes go wide. "You've never had a hamburger before?" she asks. "No. Is that what it's called?" Tris replies. I offer an explanation. "Stiffs eat plain food." I hate that word, but the Abnegation are the only ones who don't use it, and I can't let her see that I used to be Abnegation. She would recognize me immediately. I realize that they are still talking and zone back in to hear Christina say "No wonder you left." Tris rolls her eyes, responding with sarcasm. "Yeah, it was just because of the food." A smile is beginning to form on my face, but before it can fully take shape, Eric bursts in. I don't even have to look to know it is him. Everything, from the slam of the doors to the silence that has fallen over the cafeteria like a blanket, indicates that it is Eric walking in. "Who's that?" whispers Christina. "His name is Eric. He's a Dauntless leader," I respond, trying not to spit out the words. "Seriously? But he's so young." She cannot keep her mouth shut apparently. I look at her. "Age doesn't matter here." She looks like she is going to ask another question, but before she can; Eric sits down next to me. I sit there, tense for a moment before Eric starts talking. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" he asks, nodding towards the girls. "This is Tris and Christina." I say calmly. "Ooh, a Stiff. We'll see how long you last," he says, taking a good look at Tris. I can't explain it, but I get a sudden urge to strangle him. He has no reason to look at her like that. He puts his hand on the table, and I wonder if he was in a fight, or if he was going at the punching bags. "What have you been doing lately, Four?" he asks, finally turning his attention from Tris. I shrug a little. "Nothing, really." I respond, hoping he will go away. Unfortunately, he continues talking. "Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up. He requested that I find out what's going on with you." I was afraid the conversation would take this turn. "Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold." I say slowly, trying to not explicitly say that Max wants to make me a leader. "So he wants to give you a job," he says, sending an unspoken threat my way. "So it would seem," I say. "And you aren't interested," he pushes. "I haven't been interested for two years," I reply. "Well, let's hope he gets the point then," he says, clapping me on the shoulder and leaving. Tris slouches as soon as he leaves. "Are you two… friends?" she asks. "We were in the same initiate class. He transferred from Erudite," I answer vaguely. "Were you a transfer too?" I am surprised she is this curious. She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut, like Christina. "I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions. Now I've got Stiffs, too?" She doesn't back down. "It must be because you're so approachable. You know. Like a bed of nails." I look her dead in the eye, and still she accepts the challenge. She needs to watch her back with an attitude like that. "Careful, Tris." I warn. I hear Zeke call my name, and take my leave. I sit absentmindedly at our regular table. Zeke and Shauna try to include me in their conversation, but my thoughts are occupied by Tris.

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After dinner, I let Eric take the initiates to the dorms, and head to the fear landscape room. I go through so many times that it is a habit, but I still haven't conquered them, especially Marcus. I ready the computer and inject myself.
(A/N: We all know Four's fears, so I am going to skip ahead.)
I walk past the dorms on my way to my apartment, and I can hear soft sobs emanating from it. I shake my head slightly. They have families who love them, and a home they miss, whereas my first night here contained tears of joy. The rest of my walk is filled with memories of when I first came, and before I know it, I am staring at the familiar FEAR GOD ALONE written on my wall. I drift off into a dreamless slumber, my last thoughts being of Tris.