Once all the initiates are on the ground, Lauren and I lead them down a dark hallway.

When we stop, I notice Tris crash into the Erudite boy in front of her.

"This is where we divide," Lauren says. "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume you won't need a tour of the place."

Once they've gone I look at my group. Only nine and most are from either Erudite or Candor. Tris is the only one from Abnegation. No one is from Amity.

I clear my throat. " Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor. My name is Four."

"Four? Like the number?" It's the second jumper.

"Yes," I say. "Is there a problem?"

"No," is her response.

"Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It-"

"The Pit?" the Candor girl snickers. "Clever name." Leave it to her to say something without thinking.

I lean in close to her, my eyes narrow, and stare at her for a moment. "What's your name?" I say quietly.

"Christina," she squeaks.

"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction. The first lesson you will lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?"

She nods nervously.

I push open a set of double doors and we step into "the Pit."

I remember when I first arrived and was awestruck by the huge underground cavern; so large you can't see the bottom. Built into the stone walls are shops and restaurants and other things to fill your free time. There are narrow paths and steps carved into the rock to connect them. However, there is no barrier to keep people from falling over the side.

Being up this high used to scare the life out of me but after two years I'm able to forget the height. Still, there are moments when I see myself falling over the edge and plummeting into the ominous abyss.

"If you'll follow me," I say, bringing the initiates back to reality, "I'll show you the chasm."
I lead them over to the right side of the Pit. Ahead is and iron railing and beyond that, is the chasm.

The floor becomes a cliff as it drops off into the rocky current that, when entered, could end your life.

"The chasm reminds us there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy," I shout over the rushing water. 'A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and will happen again. You have been warned."

We start to head across the Pit to the dining hall. The large open room is filled with people who begin cheering and stamping their feet at the sight of us.

I let them choose where to sit and slide in next to them. When I look to my right I see Tris and have to use all the control I can muster not to stare at her delicate features.

She reluctantly reaches for a hamburger in the middle of the table unsure.

I nudge her with my elbow, "it's beef" I say, handing her the ketchup. "Put this on it."

"You've never had a hamburger before?' Christina exclaims, her mouth hanging open.

"No," Tris says. "Is that what it's called?" Christina still can't believe what she's hearing so I explain.

"Stiffs eat plain food."

"Why?" I'm about to answer when Tris cuts in.

"Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary".

"No wonder you left," Christina replies.

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes. "It was just because of the food." I start to smile a little but stop myself remembering that I'm supposed to be Four, their initiation instructor, not their friend.

The door opens and the hall goes silent as Eric saunters in. He had been in my group of initiates, his final score was good, he came in second. I came in first. When the time came to choose our jobs I went first and chose to work in the control room. He chose Dauntless leader.

"Who's that?" Christina hisses.

"His name is Eric," I say. "He's a Dauntless leader."

"Seriously? But he's so young."

"Age doesn't matter here," I say as Eric starts heading towards our table.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" he says, gesturing to Tris and Christina. I feel suddenly tense and defensive.

"This is Tris and Christina," I say firmly.

"Ooh, a stiff," he says with a smirk on his face. "We'll see how long you last." He turns to me, "what have you been doing lately, Four?"

"Nothing really," I shrug trying to remain casual.

"Max keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up. He requested that I find out what's going on with you."

"Tell him I'm satisfied with the position I currently hold."

"So he wants to give you a job?"

"So it would seem," when he realizes this Eric tenses, probably worried I'll take his job."

"And you aren't interested?"

"I haven't been interested in two years."

"Well let's hope he gets the point then." He claps my shoulder, too hart for it to be a pat, and he walks away.

"Are you two… friends?" Tris asks.

" We were in the same initiate class. He transferred," I explain.

There's a gleam of curiosity and surprise in her eyes as she asks, "Were you a transfer too?" I don't want her to know I was from Abnegation. If she recognizes me as Marcus' son, she might lose respect for me. So instead I say,

"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions, now I've got stiffs too?

" It must be because you're so approachable. You know, like a bed of nails." Her voice is flat, as she looks me in the eye. Almost like a challenge.

"Careful Tris," is all I say.

Someone at another table calls my name. I look up and nod to them as Christina says something to Tris. I turn back to my burger and finish quietly, occasionally picking out bits of their conversation.

After dinner I head back to my apartment letting Eric take the initiates to the dormitory.

When I open the door I head straight to the closet and grab a small backpack from the floor.

On my way out I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My face is cold and hard, still in trainer mode. Unlike the rest of my faction, my face is clean of piercing and tattoos. On my neck, however, you can see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from the back of my shirt. My hair is plain brown and is cut short. Cutting it is a way of showing that I come from Abnegation. I don't know who else notices it but to me it's a sign of grey clothes and selflessness.

I leave the apartment and head upstairs, through the Pit, to the fear landscape room.

When I get there, I slip the pack off my shoulder and pull out a small black box. Inside is a syringe filled with yellow liquid. I take a deep breath to prepare for the terror as I push down on the plunger and enter my landscape.