Okay, I said in my summary that I wouldn't mention this again, but I think I will anyway. I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, just my OC. And so I have quoted the book, "Four" by Veronica Roth, so you'll find everything lines up for the most part so far.

-Written by me (HeartOfGold7)

-Vanessa-

"We have to jump?"

I attempt to get to my feet, but they jolt out from under me with a small bounce of the train. Jaclyn, a Candor transfer, leans against a wall, clutching at anything to steady her, pointing her question at no one in particular. Gritting my teeth, I slide against the wall and stand, looking just as awkward as she does. Her huge green eyes find mine. "We have to jump?" she repeats.

Glancing past her, I shrug. "Probably." The train flies by buildings, level with the roves. The other transfers' attention isn't on me anymore, they're looking out the train car as well now. After choosing Dauntless at the ceremony and being swept away by my new faction, I was told to jump on the train. But it wasn't that simple. The train was moving. And thanks to my luck, I tripped while I was running and threw my judgment off, so when I reached for the handle, I missed and landed half in and half out of the train car. A Candor girl - Jaclyn - graciously helped me in the rest of the way. Some of the other transfers were laughing at me, but for the most part, they were all just as nervous as I was, and didn't say anything. It is only transfers in my cart, and I assumed all the Dauntless-born had boarded on their own car. I actually didn't mind though. I was glad they hadn't been there to witness my stupid entry. I just knew they'd laugh.

Now my accident has been forgotten.

We all stare wide-eyed out the train at the roof. I know I won't make a smooth landing, I can feel it in my chest. But I shuffle toward the opening anyway, and look over the edge. There is a large space between the train and the roves. If we don't jump far enough, we won't live to see our new compound.

My heart drums in my ears as I see the Dauntless born leaping off the train several cars ahead of me, making the jump look easy.

"This is ridiculous!" An Amity girl says, pressing her back against the wall. "I'm not jumping off a train!"

"You have to!" Jaclyn scowls. "We all have to."

"No!"

"Have it your way." I turn and see Eric, the only other transfer from my faction, Erudite. He's staring the Amity girl down. "This is why we joined Dauntless anyway. If you can't jump, you shouldn't be here." He says it in a sure voice, but I've been around him enough to know he's just trying to look brave. Eric's all talk. But when he turns from the girl and his eyes meet mine, I see a different look in his eyes. A look of determination. I don't know why, but it terrifies me. He looks too different.

My attention snaps from Eric when Jaclyn shouts, "We have to jump now!" She thrusts her hand out toward me, and my first instinct is to pull away. I want to do this on my own. But she looks terrified, and inside my chest, my heart is slamming up and down. I take her hand. "On three!" she says. "One,"

I stare at my destination.

"Two,"

I stiffen my muscles and clutch her hand tighter.

"Three!" We jump, and for a moment, time slows, and my heart stops. Then we slam onto the roof, falling forward and rolling. My knee cracks against the cement, and my forearm scrapes across the grit, protecting my face. Jaclyn stands up, wiping gravel away from her face, which now has scratches along it, and stretches her hand toward me. I take it and pull myself to my feet. "That was crazy!" she smiles, and I know she liked it. I offer her a small smile, but I'm not so sure I liked the idea of flinging something so fragile across a death gap as a person.

I look around and realize the other transfers are here too, inspecting scrapes or just standing there stunned. The Amity girl isn't here. And there's no Abnegation. Of course there isn't. Abnegation is the one faction that as good as never transfers to Dauntless. They are the two faction opposites. Black and white. It has been years since any Abnegation became Dauntless. I don't know why, but it makes me grin. Maybe it was because my faction was brave enough. I don't know.

"Welcome to Dauntless!" I turn and my eyes fall upon a young man with dark skin balancing on the edge of the roof. His eyes scan everyone as he continues, raising his voice even louder to be heard by those in the back. "Where you wither face your fears and try not to die in the process, or you leave a coward." His eyes fall on the transfers. "We've got a record low of faction transfers this year, unsurprisingly."

The Dauntless-born around us yell and shout in their own pride, pumping their fists into the air. I stare at them, then at the transfers. There's not many of us compared to them. Jaclyn shuffles closer to me.

"The only way to get into the Dauntless compound from the rooftop is to jump off this ledge," the man continues, gesturing to the drop behind him. My eyes widen as he suddenly waves his arms, teetering on the edge. But then he seems to gain control, and grins at us as if he was just trying to scare us. It worked. "As usual," he continues, "I offer the opportunity to go first to our initiates, Dauntless-born or not." He jumps down and nodes toward the edge.

Everyone is still for a moment, then a dark skinned Dauntless-born steps forward, looking toward his friends for support. "Go Zeke!" A girl shouts. I stare as he jumps onto the ledge, a wide grin on his face. He's showing off. But if that was his intention, he didn't achieve it. His feet slipped because he over calculated his jump, and he fell forward, yelling something that I couldn't make out even if I wanted to through the pounding in my head, and he was gone. All the transfers looked horrified, but Zeke's Dauntless friends burst out laughing like it was some big joke. The taller, dark Dauntless man that put us up to this grinned again and gestured for the next person. All the Dauntless-born line up behind him, and my legs propel me toward them. I find myself in the middle somewhere, with Jaclyn behind me. I sigh in relief that I didn't have to go first, but also that I don't have to go last.

When it's my turn, I step up onto the ledge and peer over. Several stories below, there's a whole. My heart pounds in my head, and my ears ring.The others did it, I can too. I tell myself, closing my eyes. Taking a deep breath threw my nose, I step forward. Air wraps around my body and turns me at its pleasure so suddenly, I lose my bravery and scream. My back connects with a net, and my eyes fly open as I bounce a few feet into the air and back down. I lay there, stunned for a moment before a smile grows on my face. I did it. A dark hand with bruised knuckles reaches for mine, and I take it, pulling myself off the net and back onto solid ground.

"You made it," the man congratulates me, grinning. "My name's Max. Yours?"

I don't hesitate. "Nessa," I say. My brother, Jev used to call me Nessa, and I always liked it better than my full name, Vanessa.

He turns away from me and calls over his shoulder, "Nessa!"

Satisfied, I nod and walk down the steps to the others. It's quite dark, which makes me really nervous, so I stand next to the one person I know. Eric. He is smirking, and his eyes look full of fire. I wonder what mine show? Can they tell how terrified I am of the darkness? Or do they even care?

Jaclyn comes down without a sound, but after Max helps her out of the net, calls out her name, and she reaches my side, I can tell she's excited and relived. She looks at me. "We made it," she says, nudging me with her shoulder. I try to smile, but the darkness doesn't suit, so I just nod.

A few more people come before Max glances back at us. "One more. Maybe Amar's going to have to come down with him," he jokes, and the Dauntless whoop and laugh.

A figure lands on the net without a sound. He grasps Max's hand and pulls himself off the net. "The Stiff!" Max shouts, clapping the boy on the back. My eyes widen and my mouth opens slightly before I realize it's open and close it again. The Stiff? I didn't see any Abnegation on the train... so where was he? I shake my head and sigh to myself. Maybe I was so nervous I didn't notice, which is odd for me, because I'm usually very observant. It's the Erudite in me. Or maybe he was there, and I just didn't think much of him. I squint to make out his features to see if I recognize him, but his baggy clothes and the darkness makes it impossible, so I give up.

"Nice to see you made it this far," Max says to him. "Go join your fellow initiates. Amar will be down in a second, I'm sure."

The Stiff approaches us on unsteady feet, and an Amity girl walks up to him. "That was surprisingly fun," she says. "I'm Mia. You okay?"

Eric snorts beside me and a Candor boy mocks, "It looks like he's trying not to throw up."

"Just let it happen, man," another Candor sneers. "We'd love to see a show."

"Shut up," the Stiff snaps, and they do, instantly. I look at him curiously in the dark. Did a Stiff just say shut up?

A second later the young man, Amar, that told us to jump, came down and motioned for us to gather around him. We all shuffled close, transfers on one side, and Dauntless born on the other in a semi circle. "My name is Amar, I'm your initiation instructor," he tells us, rubbing his hands together. "And three years ago, I passed initiation with flying colours, which means I get to be in charge of the newcomers for as long as I want. Lucky you," he adds, smirking.

I copy his gesture inwardly. Amar seems like a good person. He has an easy smile, yet he stands with a look of authority. Something about him makes me feel safe. Even if that safe still feels dangerous. But this is Dauntless. Safety isn't a priority here. I stare straight into his eyes as he continues, trying to calculate his thoughts, just as my parents calculate experiments in Erudite. I don't want to be my parents, but I want to be smart like them.

"Chose for yourself, Nessa." I remember my brother, Jev told me the night before his choosing ceremony two years ago. "It will be scary, but in the end you have to live with your decision. Not anyone else." Then he put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "Remember that no matter what happens tomorrow, or any other day, I love you."

It had been hard when he chose Dauntless. When he chose to leave me. But now I am coming to him. I haven't seen him since his choosing ceremony. Mother and Father left me home to watch Mindy on visiting day. A part of me is thrilled and excited to see him again. He is my angel. Always looking out for me and being my best friend. But another part of me is nervous. What if he's different? What if Dauntless has changed him beyond repair? And worse, what if he's dead? Was Jev one of those unlucky transfers who didn't make it on the train? I shutter, and focus on Amar again.

"Dauntless-borns and transfers do most physical training separately, so that the Dauntless-borns don't break the transfers in half right away. But we're trying something different this year. The Dauntless leaders and I want to see if knowing your fears before you begin training will better prepare you tor the rest of initiation. So before we even let you into the dining hall to have dinner, we're going to do some self-discovery. Follow me."

"What if I don't want to discover myself?"

I turn and study Zeke. Why is he even joking about it like that? Amar looks perfectly serious. I don't think this is the right time for joking, and I'm right, because Amar gives Zeke a look that sends him back to his group with no more comments.

I take a deep breath as I follow Amar and the others down a long tunnel. I don't know what Amar has planned, but I know it will have to do with my fears. The question is, what am I afraid of? Even I don't know. I glance around at the others. They all look worried, their faces tight and eyes darting back and forth, as if they already know what they are afraid of, and are deathly scared of facing whatever it is they're thinking of, unlike mine. My face is slack, and my eyes steady, not nervous. Should I be? Should I be scared too? I look to my side and see Jaclyn biting her nails nervously as she walks. Yes, I decide. I should be. So why am I not?

I hope this chpt was A-Okay :) This is my first story written in 1st person, so I realize it's a little sketchy.

Any questions/reviews/comments are welcomed and in fact GREATLY appreciated! -Thanx 3