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Chapter 3

Test

I sit on the floor of the train in silence, contemplating everything that is going on around me. An ex-Amity girl cowering in a corner, a brunette fawning over a boy with a mohawk, tattoos, and piercings, some people laughing, some people crying, others looking afraid, some looking excited, but the majority are like me, not displaying any noticeable emotions at first glance. Most of us are just sitting on the floor or leaning against the walls in silence, staring at nothing as we wait for our next train stop.

"Get up, Remedy!" Uriah yells to me.

I quickly look up at him and stand up straight, staring out the car door as everybody else stands up around me.

"Get ready to jump," Uriah says with an excited grin.

I nod, truly terrified. Not of jumping off the train, but of my new life after I jump off the train. Once I make it off this train, my new life begins.

"I already jumped on the train! I can't jump off!" A ginger Amity boy yells.

I stare at him with a smile, trying to display confidence.

"Be brave! You don't want to end up Factionless. Here, grab my hand. We'll jump together," I say as I extend my hand out to him.

He nods and slowly walks to me, lightly grabbing my hand, standing next to me, sweat beading on his forehead. The closer we get to jumping, the harder he squeezes my hand. I nod at Uriah who smiles at me before jumping, and then without a second thought, I jump, the boy following behind me, screaming in the air before we land on the roof with a thump. He rolls around a bit, trying to catch his balance. With my limited training in jumping off the train, I manage to jump and land almost perfectly. I do wobble a bit, but at least I don't hurt myself. The ginger Amity boy smiles at me as if he is thanking me, and I smile back.

I look around for Uriah to find him standing next to a girl who looks more like a boy than a girl with her short hair, and a beautiful brunette girl with plump lips. By observation, all of them are Dauntless born. Everybody starts gathering at the edge of the building, so I to make my way to the front, the blonde girl from earlier standing next to the girl I saved. The tan girl I saved always looked short, but next to the blonde girl, is a giant in comparison. I fix my gaze towards a man staring at us all with a demonic gaze. He has many tattoos and hundreds of piercings that litter his once handsome face.

"Welcome, initiates. You've passed the test! You've gotten on and off the train. Congratulations, but there is still one more test you must complete," This man says as his eyes lock with mine.

His presence commands respect, but he doesn't scare me. His look is demonic and cruel. His eyes show that his thoughts are not innocent. He doesn't mind playing dirty to get what he wants. I can see it. It emanates off him like cheap perfume. If I can stay away from him, I will.

"My name is Eric, a Dauntless leader..." He says to me with a grin that makes me feel uncomfortable.

I cringe as he stares at me, but nobody seems to notice him directly staring at me. They seem to think he was speaking to everybody, and maybe he was.

Eventually, he turns away and says, "This next challenge will test your bravery. You must jump off this roof and into the hole below."

I look over the roof and see this massive hole. At first thought, chills go down my spine, but then I relax.

"There may be water, or a net, or nothing. You'll have to find out." He says with a devilish grin.

He enjoys playing with the minds of these innocent initiates.

"Well, I need a first volunteer. Who's going to do it?"

Everybody remains silent, but I step forward, hand raised high, not thinking twice about this perilous jump. I need to prove my worth. Nothing is worth going back to being factionless. I've always had nothing, so I'm used to it, but now I might have something and I don't want to lose it.

"Oh, the factionless girl everybody was talking about. That was quite brave of you to talk in front of hundreds of people that see you as trash only to get what you want, but... Are you brave enough to jump to an uncertain doom?" Eric asks with a small laugh.

I nod with a confident smile.

"I'm always ready for anything," I say, standing tall and smiling.

"All right then, Miss Confident. Jump!"

I throw my jacket and satchel down on the ground. I hear laughs from people behind me, but I ignore them. I step off the edge and let my body fall. I close my eyes and smile as I enjoy the cool wind hit my face and move through my now crazy, curly hair. After an ephemeral time, I feel my body be embraced by a net. I open my eyes and smile wide, laughing to myself once I realize everybody had nothing to worry about. I feel the net dip, and I grip onto it as I come face to face with the person bringing it down. He has crystal blue eye, a chiseled jaw, and short brown hair. He's handsome and tough, but something tells me it's all for show.

He extends his hand out to me, and I take it, jumping out of the net.

"What's your name?" He asks me flatly.

"My what?" I ask, slightly confused.

"If you want to change it, make it a good one." He says in annoyance.

I shake my head and say, "No... It's Remedy. Remedy Lawrence."

I smile and he nods at me, grabbing my hand and holding it high.

"Remedy Lawrence, first jumper!" He yells to the crowd of Dauntless around me.

I smile as everybody cheers in excitement for me. I fall back into the crowd and stare up at the hole, waiting for people to jump.

I recognize the second jumper. It's the blonde girl from earlier. The man who helped me out of the net helps her out of the net. She looks shy, almost out of place in her Abnegation clothes. She smiles at me slightly, looking disappointed. Noticing her disappointed face makes me sad. This jump was a chance at glorifying herself as a new Dauntless, so that she stands out amongst the crowd, and I took that from her. This poor, blonde girl was probably ready to go when I, not even thinking clearly, stepped up confidently to jump so that I could selfishly take that glorification. This poor, blonde girl will never be remembered as the first jumper. I will, and I think she knows that...