A/N: It's wonderful to be unraveling the wall that Four puts ub between himself and others bit by bit. Also thank a lot y'all for the encouragement; Chapters to come will be longer and more exciting I promise.

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Veronica A. Roth.

Chapter 2-
Welcome to Dauntless

I remember the day of my Choosing Ceremony like it was yesterday. But I read once that every time you replay a memory in your head, you alter it bit by bit. Which means that the vision I have now of the day, could be far different from what actually happened. One thing's a constant though. I let my blood drip over the hot coals. Every single time, I choose to be Dauntless. And every single time I look back to see the look on my father's face, and then wish I hadn't.

I hear the train rumbling past the rooftop ledge seven stories above me. Inside somewhere, preparing to jump (or not) are any number of faction transfers, half of them who will be factionless even if they manage to survive. It's one of the worst changes Eric and the other leaders have made this year. Dauntless initiation is hard enough without having to worry about surviving and being factionless. I know that I'm supposed to enjoy, revel in the fear that this news will spread amongst the initiates but I just can't. This faction has become a mould, just like my former one, trying to force me into something I'm not. I found friends here, I remind myself, but somehow it doesn't feel like enough. I know that I'm going to leave soon. One more batch, I decide. See this batch of initiates through. Then it's time to leave the place you don't belong in anymore.

I wait. Any second now the first jumper will come tumbling down. A transfer it must be, another change introduced this year. One of the few that doesn't involve permanently damaging someone's life. Or well, I suppose, you could have a heart attack on the way down. I smile a little at that, remembering the first time I made that plunge. I was never really a fan of heights, but it made me feel powerful. There's something about making it into the Dauntless compound, even if it's just the beginning of initiation, the fact that you made it that far, it's enough to let you know you belong.

I almost can't believe my eyes when I see a mass of grey streak into the net. My first thought is Abnegation transfer? My second – Abnegation transfer the first jumper? I've avoided Stiffs for so long but it seems like I'm not going to be able to avoid this one. She's just a stupid initiate who won't know you're from Abnegation too, you treat her just like the rest, I chide myself. I reach out my hand along with several others to help her out. She grabs it and pulls herself up, and the thin frail frame she has, stumbles. I act on reflex, catching her by the arms to steady her and that's when I see her face for the first time. I wouldn't describe her as pretty, but there is something in her face that stands out to me. I'm thinking about how to describe it when I remember where we are. I quickly release my grip on her. Thankfully, she seems to not have noticed anything unusual. I guess initiates have a lot more on their minds.

"Thank you," she says.

I nod but Lauren behind me has already started voicing out my very first thoughts, "Can't believe it. A Stiff, the first to jump? Unheard of." I know that she's smirking the same as I know the Stiff is gaping at her eyebrow rings.

Lauren's always been too proud of her Dauntless born initiates. "There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," I say, good naturedly, but with a pointed glance at her. I turn to the girl. "What's your name?" I ask.

"Um…" She hesitates for a second. And in that moment she reminds me of myself as I stood in her place two years ago, wanting to leave behind my old identity and my old name, but not entirely ready to let go of my old faction. Amar, my initiation instructor understood my reasons for not wanting to be known as Marcus Eaton's son and offered me a way out. So I think about offering her one. Out of the qualities of all the factions that I try to imbibe in myself, I find kindness the hardest, but today it comes to me easily.

"Think about it," I say, a faint smile on my lips. "You don't get to pick again."

I see the excitement and relief on her face while she ponders for a minute and then says firmly, "Tris."

"Tris," echoes Lauren, grinning. I can tell she like the firmness. "Make the announcement, Four."

Four. That's the nickname Amar gave me. The new identity, the new person I built for myself, after I escaped my confinement.

I look over my shoulder and declare, "First jumper- Tris."

The crowd pumps and cheers behind me. I can tell, the girl- Tris- is a little excited by the Dauntless vigor and bravado. I smile just as another girl drops into the net. Tris may be thin and frail, but she belongs here in the ways that matter, in the ways that only I seem to care about nowadays. Ignoring the laughter and yells of the surrounding crowd, I clap my hand on her back and say, "Welcome to Dauntless."

A/N: Just the beginning of everything; but my heart is already aching for Tris and Tobias to get together!

Love,
SilverStars