I dart across the roof, grit ripping at the soles of my trainers. I'm at the side of the roof in seconds, staring at the broken body. A stone drops in my stomach and nausea over comes me. A can hear someone screaming behind me and I imagine the boys body as the girls from my initiation two years ago. I only allow myself three seconds of pain.

One.

I see the boys' eyes open but I can't tell what color they are.

Two.

I close my eyes to shield myself from the memory of my Choosing Ceremony

Three.

I open my eyes, swallow the lump in my throat and walk away from the ledge.

I walk past a Candor initiate gripping the arms of an Erudite girl. I see his lips move but I can't hear what he's saying. I glance at the other initiates who stare wide-eyed, "This isn't the first time. It won't be the last either." I signal for them to follow me towards the whole into the Dauntless compound, "Come on."
Tobias is already there, and he barely registers any emotion, reminding me to remove any from my face. I stand up on the ledge beside him, my hands stick onto the stone as I push myself up. The wind whips my hair around in its ponytail and goose-bumps trail up my arms. The exposed skin of my neck chills with the air and the group before me crowds around us.

I take in the numbers of transfers, pinpointing them by their different colored clothing; five Candor, including the smug redhead, Ella, and five Erudite- originally six. I see the divide almost immediately between transfers and Dauntless-born, they all stand in clumps of their original faction which somehow riles my anger. I begin to scowl.

"No Stiffs." Eric barges through the crowd, no politeness whatsoever, I even see him foot land straight on a small Dauntless whose lips purse in pain. Behind him, Max walks with a holster strapped to his side which isn't even concealed by his leather jacket. I can only guess he was dealing with the fallen Erudite; merely a distraction to him and not a loss of life. The piercing on his lips separates with his grin, eyeing the crow with starvation, like a predator eyeing his prey.

I bite back a spiteful remark which would in no doubt probably end up with a bullet in my shoulder. Instead, I degrade my old faction, "Most Stiffs are too weak and selfless to transfer." I spit, watching the Dauntless leader pace and thrust his face too close to the initiates than is acceptable. The Erudite in him gleams as he examines his new playthings.

At that he turns to me, his hair greasy in the light and his eyes like lifeless voids, he winks. Bile enters my throat. I swallow. "But not in your case Bea-"

"The only way to enter Dauntless is through here." I release my relief in a breath, and look to Tobias, unclenching my hands and teeth. My palm stings a little.

Beside me, Four is pointing to the hole behind us. In the corner of my eye, I see the height for the first time since my Choosing Day. We wait in anticipation for the common question, usually from the Erudite. "What's at the bottom?" At the back of the crowd, a unnaturally tall Candor commands all attention as he saunters forward, just as Eric did, pushing his fellow initiates out the way. "Is it like water or something?"

"Guess you'll have to find out yourself," I say, hopping from the ledge to give him room. He immediately shrinks back, ducking his head so I can see the top of a blonde bun. Eric shoves him forward, he stumbles a little that I must dodge out his way.

He grips the ledge so hard his knuckles blanch of color. He swallows, so skinny his Adam's apple protrudes too much so I practically see his cartilage in the movement. "Come on," I coax, groaning, "Don't tell me you're afraid of heights?"

"No," He doesn't turn to look at me, just awkwardly climbs onto the ledge, but I see the tremor in his legs and the darting of his eyes.

"You're Candor." I state, walking slowly towards him, readying myself to pounce, "You're not meant to lie."

I didn't notice how green his eyes are until he finally looks at me, a new kind of confidence in them. "I was Candor."

"Good."

I lunge towards him and push him off the edge, but as he plummets down he begins to laugh, an inhumane howl coming from him until he's plunged into darkness. I laugh and climb up where he stood moments ago. Eric's laughing alongside Max, looking at me in a way where I feel vulnerable. Tobias has one corner of his lips turned. "I'll meet you down there."

I step off the ledge like I'm walking downstairs.

I scream, but not in fear, with joy and adrenaline pumping through my veins. The air rushes up my top and reveals the new tattoo I got just under my bra. Although I cut my hair short not long ago it's still long enough to nip my face. Water jumps into my eyes.

I land on the net within seconds of landing. Cheers erupt around me and I hook my hands in the gaps of the net, looking up at the clear sky above. The hysterical laugh comes and I cherish this feeling; freedom. I feel free and I feel alive.

To my left the net dips and Uriah doesn't just extend his hand but grabs me by my waist and drags me from the net. The rope slightly burns my arms, but I don't fully register. "I at least expected you to jump first Six." He jokes, hauling me off the net. My knees almost buckle as he thumps me on the ground. I keep forgetting how strong he really is.

He opens his mouth to say something more but is interrupted by a feminize screech and the wail of Dauntless cheers. The Dauntless-born initiate is the one Eric stood on. Her hair encompasses her, turning from an obsidian black to a dark green at the tips. She rolls across the net and Uriah's already there to get her down. He sets her down deftly, gently patting her on the back, sending her to me.

"Your name?" I've seen her around before, running up the Pit ledges barefoot at night and throwing knives at paintballs in one of the training rooms.

Behind me, the cavern is full to the brim with Dauntless of all ages and genders, different hair colors and tattoos. Different identities. Their yowling and cheering have become my new kind of rhythm; replacing the steady beat of Abnegation feet on stairs.

"Jazz," She swallows, looking down at me. Like most people in my faction, she's taller than me, but not by much. But I can still feel the command I have over her, I get to aid in the choice if she stays or not.

"Second jumper; Jazz!" I call, my voice as powerful as ever, bouncing off the towering walls of the cavern with fades off into darkness.

I turn to her and smile, "Well Jazz." I point to where the Candor boy stands; next to a board where his name already is and the place of when he jumped- Jason, 1st Jumper. Jazz's name appears seconds later with 2nd Jumper next to it, "Welcome to Dauntless."

Simultaneously, another initiate drops into the Dauntless compound, opening another chapter in their lives just as doing the same did to mine. Hopefully their story won't end in the rundown streets of the factionless sector.