"So, who's up first?" Eric called out. No one was eager to go, obviously. Jumping off a high building isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I knew I just had to get into dauntless,
"I will." All the attention turned to me. I felt my cheeks flare, I wasn't comfortable with a crowd of eyes stare at me. Eric began to chuckle, I couldn't blame him. I was small, skinny and certainly didn't look brave. Worst of all, I was a stiff,
"Well, stiff, please. Step up," he mocked. I shoved passed the glaring eyes of the other initiates and pushed extra hard passed Eric as I stepped up onto the edge. My knees felt like they were twigs and were ready to snap without a moment's notice. My hands trembled with fear, but also with excitement. I've always admired the dauntless, now it's time to be one. I stretched my foot over the edge and leant all my weight over until I was plummeting to the darkness below.
For that whole few seconds of falling, I felt something I haven't felt in years, excitement. As the wind rushed through my grey clothing and the tears of joy flying, I forgot how scared I was when I fell. The closer I got to wherever I was heading, the more anxious I got. What happens if there's nothing there? Finally, a net came into view. I would've sighed in relief if I wasn't screaming so loud.
I landed hard into the grasp of the net. Despite the ringing in my ears, I heard the cheers and yells of "first jumper". I did it. Dozens of hands reached out for me as I tumbled out of the net. A set of firm hands grabbed my waist and lifted me down. I was still shaking when my feet met the ground.
"You okay?" a deep yet soothing voice asked,
"Yeah," I heaved back.
"What's your name?" The thought hit me. Although my name was Beatrice, she was the girl from abnegation but now that I was in dauntless, I could recreate myself here. Be the person I wanted to be,
"Tris. My name is Tris,"
"First jumper! Tris!" he shouted. The other dauntless gathered around and pumped their fists in the air. The whole lot of them was calling out my name in a deafening chant. I couldn't help but smile.
I looked up to see the man before me. He was tall and muscular, but not bulky. He had dark brown hair that was a tone closer to black. I noticed black markings peeking from the collar of his shirt, a tattoo maybe? Then something caught my eye. His eyes. They were a dark shade of blue, they were stern but somehow made me feel safe, like he was someone I could trust.
The thought of his name made me stumble a few steps back.
Was it really him? I could never mistake those eyes for anyone else's but him.
He was really Tobias Eaton.