Beatrice
One by one the sixteen year olds of Chicago walk up to Marcus. He gently places the knife in their hands and they slit their palms, allowing dark, red blood to pool in their hand.
"Jack Griffin." An Erudite boy, tall and lanky with hazel eyes and dark brown hair walks up to the podium. He's handsome in a geeky kind of way, with his Erudite glasses and hair tussled like he's been cramming for exams all night.
His long legs are shaky and his eyes are darting, searching the Erudite seating area until he settles on someone. I can't tell who but he gives a small smile and nod. He turns to Marcus and reaches for the knife and in one swift motion, cuts his hand and lets his blood drip onto the dauntless coals.
Immediately you hear the gasp of the Erudite as they try to think of a logical explanation for why their latest traitor has left, but their noise is over powered by the screams and whoops coming from Dauntless' side.
Soon they will be doing that for me. I think quietly to myself.
After a minute Marcus raises his hand signally for quiet and reads off the next name.
The line seems to be moving to fast and before I know what is happening there is only one person standing in my way from freedom.
I can't help but stare at the Dauntless crowd. They all covered in tattoos and piercings and their hair is dyed unnatural colors. The people who look at them and think they are barbaric miss the beauty in what they represent. When I see them, I think they look fearless and adventurous, ready and able to take on anything that comes their way. They look inspired. They look brave.
When I turn back to the podium the Candor girl in front of me is walking over to her born faction, like most do.
Marcus turns to face me and calls out, "Beatrice Eaton."
Carefully walking over to him, I reach my hand out but unlike every other teen here today, he puts the blade in my palm, not the handle, nicking it. Getting one last warning in before I choose. I don't show any signs of pain though I simply turn the knife around and with one deep slice, cut my hand.
I let the blood pool for a second and look into his eyes smirking.
Just as his face shows the connection made in his mind that I will be transferring, I spill my blood onto the Dauntless coals and every person in that room gasps. Never in resent history has an Abnegation Born transferred to Dauntless, even they are in shock. It take the Dauntless a minute to process what has happened, but when I turn my back to Marcus' shocked self, they erupt in a deafening scream that makes the floors shake. I smile proud, thinking they must take pride in the fact that they are so mighty, even an Abnegation born, a faction that rarely has people transfer out, wants to join them. I walk over to join my new faction and get whistles and pats on the back, not feeling the pain of the wounds inflicted by him.
The rest of the choosing ceremony passes by in a blur. I'm not aware of much at the moment. All I can register is his eyes, staring me down. If looks could kill, I'd be gone in a heartbeat.
Before I can process what is happening, I feel someone push me forward, "Come on Stiff, move, lets go!"
Without responding I move and do as told. Because I am no longer an Abnegation I cram onto the elevator for the first time and ride it down to the ground level.
When the doors separate everyone floods out in a sprint and follow suit, this is what I trained for.
Rushing straight out the building, we hang right and move down a street, keeping at the same pace as before. When I take in my surroundings I figure we're headed to the train tracks and a few minutes later my suspicions are proved correct.
The dauntless standing at the station seem to never stop moving, like they are over flowing with energy. They bounce on the ball of the feet laughing and pushing each other around.
One group of older dauntless probably parents, around the age of forty, glance over at me. They comment about how Stiff don't belong here and how I'm really going to have to prove I'm Dauntless to fit in. As the word flow out of these people's mouths it is like the spark I needed to light every cell in my body ablaze. I can do this. I will do this.
When I turn and see the train coming I break out into a sprint and let my instincts take over, launching me up and into the car, being the first initiate inside, beating even the Dauntless Borns. I smirk and sit in the back, my piers joining me.
After everyone has gotten settled for the ride, I look to my right and then my left, seeing the other transfers and dauntless born side by side. It's not a very large group this year, just because there weren't a lot of people born the year I was. Total there are thirteen of us, six Dauntless Borns (their were ten in our year so its seems like four transferred) and Seven transfers (three erudite, three candor, and myself).
Everyone is pretty quite, letting the events of the day sink in, until a Candor breaks the silence, talking to another one sitting next to her.
"Still can't believe the Stiff transferred."
"Ya, I give her a week before she is out of here."
"I feel like that's a little generous"
I squeeze my fists till my knuckles are white. I have to say something. "Hey you guys realize I'm sitting right here."
"Yes. Is there an issue?" one of them says sarcastically.
"Just shut the fuck up. You don't know what I am capable of so I wouldn't go under estimate me just yet, because you'll be in for a rude awakening."
"Is that a threat?" The short but sturdy blonde says.
"Ya" I reply
The girl stands from where she is and I do the same. In unison we start walking toward one and other but a muscular boy steps in between the Candor and me.
I look up and see a boy dressed in black. He's only a couple inches taller than me, around 5'11 and has dark skin.
"You guys can hash this out over initiation. Candor go sit in the front of the car, Stiff sit by me." He says in his deep raspy voice.
We both do as told and I go sit by the Dauntless Borns on the back of the train car.
"Well at least the Stiff isn't a pansycake," he says. God why do people keep referring to me as if I'm not here. Also what the hell is a pansycake?
"No Zeke, not you to." A blonde but tan girl dressed in black says to him.
"Ya wanted to test it out. Still can't understand Uriah's fondness of awful word. They starting laughing and I am left sitting there dumb founded.
I guess they pick up on this because the girl extends her hand, which is a traditional dauntless greeting and say, "I'm Shauna and this is Zeke, nice to meet you."
I extend my hand and shake hers but it feels foreign, touching another person.
"Hi." Is all I reply.
"Does the stiff have a name?" God they need to stop doing that. I'm right here and they need to recognize that.
I glare at him and Shauna say, "I don't think the Stiff likes us talkin about her in the third person."
"How much do we care though?"
God I really hate these people. If all dauntless are like this I don't know what I'm gonna to do. I stand up to walk away but Zeke grabs my wrist, "oh come on Stiff, tell us your name."
"Call me stiff for all I care" I say with a bitter, tight throat and yank my wrist out of his grasp.
Sitting by myself I can't help but wonder what my name is going to be when I arrive at Dauntless. I really don't want to be Beatrice anymore, it's to Abnegation and people might associate me with my father, which is of course the last thing I would want. My past needs to stay in the past.
Maybe I'll just be no name. I can't imagine living the rest of my life as just being the nameless dauntless girl but for now that will have to do.
A few more minutes pass by before the train slows just a tad and the Dauntless Borns stand, clearly knowing what is going on.
"Get ready to jump" Zeke calls out. Jump? What is he talking about? I stand up and walk over to the now open train door and see the roof of the dauntless compound with people jumping on to it. This is fucking crazy.
Shauna I guess realizes my shock and she say, "let's do it together on the count of three. Ready?" No "One, two, three!" She screams and I run from one end of the car to the other launching myself as far as I can to reach the roof.
We land with a hard thud, gravel scraping my hands, but other than that unharmed. Shauna is to, it looks like everyone is, but when I do a head count I realize there are only twelve of us, seems as though an Erudite didn't jump of the train. Wasn't brave enough to do it. Whoever it was is now factionless.
I stand and look for the stairway entrance but I am shocked to see the only way down is a gaping hole in front of me.
I stumble backward terrified at the sight, feeling like I just swallowed a rock. I can't see the bottom so god knows how deep it is.
I get lost in fear for a moment but am brought back to reality by a man standing in front of the group. He's older, but not old, probably around the age of thirty-five, tall about 6'2, bald, and has dark brown skin and chocolate eyes.
"Initiates, my name is Max. I am the head leader here at Dauntless. All of you have successfully completed the first in a long series of tests. But prepare to face your next one. Whose first?" He smiles extending one hand out to the hole.
They're making us jump.
Everyone stands still for a second but one of the candor girls steps up to go. She takes a deep breath and lets out a little scream as she jumps into the unknown.
This gives everyone else the reassurance to form a line and one by one take the plunge, but I don't move. I feel like I'm paralyzed with fear unable to do anything. I don't know if I can do this. Did I really work this hard, take all those risks to turn it all away and give up. I could never just except and allow myself to be factionless. I would have to go down with a fight. I have to jump.
When I snap out of it I realize I am the last one on the roof and Max calls out, "Last chance Stiff."
I take a few strides forward, close my eyes and jump out. For a few long seconds I am weightless with every cell in my body screaming for whatever is below me to stop this horrid feeling and a moment later, my wish is granted. I hit a net and open my eyes. I get the feeling of being pulled down to one side and realize a man is grabbing my arm helping me off the net.
He is about my height, 5'9 with brown hair and tan skin. The most sticking part of him is his piercing green eyes. They look as if they're starring right into your soul.
"Name?"
I don't reply.
"Is it that hard?"
"I don't have one."
He gives me a curious look but faces the crowd and yells, "Twelfth jumper, no name! Welcome to Dauntless."
Hey that so much for reading!
Let me know if you think I should go though tris' initiation or should I skip all that and just time skip to two year later.
I could also go through her initiation, don't cover the two years and time skip to when Tobias joins
I couple also describe her initiation and some of what her life is like in that time and then go to her and Tobias
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In divergent does Eric make hang over the Chasm during initiation?
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