Me: "Amar! You know what to say right?"

Amar: "Yeah yeah, I just have to tell them you don't own Divergent! I'm not an idiot Kat!"

Me: "Never said you were! Now say your line!"

Amar: "Kat doesn't own Divergent! Now I need breakfast, cya 'round!"

Chapter 2

Initiation Begins

Six:

I'm greeted with rounds of welcomes and claps on my back, though I try not to flinch from the contact; it's really hard because everyone's clapping my back directly where I have cuts still bleeding from the night before.

I sighed contently as I finally get to sit down with the faction I chose and deliberately kept from looking at my father, as I watched the rest of the choosing ceremony go on as some initiates transferred, while others stayed with their origins. I'm not surprised to say that all the Dauntless-born chose to stay in Dauntless, it has always been this way. They rarely lose one or two Dauntless-born to another faction and that faction is surprisingly mainly Amity.

It didn't take long for all the new initiates to be called and to choose a faction, and once it ended, I wasn't in any way surprised that the Dauntless all jumped up and began running outside. I suspected we would be jumping on a train so I kept an eye on everyone around me, finding Tori who I ended up running beside. She welcomed me with a nod and I followed her as we climbed up to the train platform, shouting with glee as we waited for a train to arrive. Soon enough one did and I sprinted after Tori who gracefully jumped into one of the cars; she poked her head out to see me gaining on the car she was in so she reached out and grabbed my hand, not so gracefully pulling me in.

"You know these cars are for the Dauntless-born, Tori, what's the Stiff doing here?" A brown-skinned man asked as he moved towards us. He seemed intimidating, but also somewhat friendly, I suspected I would be seeing a lot of him, though hopefully not for some bad reason.

"She's with me, Amar, and now she's technically a Dauntless so don't call her a stiff." Tori retorted, "Hey kid, what do you want us to call you anyway? 'Cause I doubt you want that granny name of yours." She asked turning towards me.

"Call me Stiff for all I care," I answered not entirely caring what they call me, as long as it's in no way, shape, or form, connected to Abnegation, let alone Marcus.

"I'm liking you more and more kid, go on, sit down. You're surprisingly fast for someone who came from Abnegation." Tori complements as she steers me towards the other side of the train where two boys, I could only guess were twins or at least brothers, stood arguing about something that sounded extremely stupid.

I complied with Tori's orders and sat down where she had indicated. I'm not sure how long I sat there, but I do know that I fell asleep a few moments later. I stirred not too long after, waking up to the sounds of someone yelling at us to get ready. I was a little confused so I stood up and followed the people in front of me, just to see them begin to jump off. I didn't want to end up factionless, so I ignored my fear that tried to creep up on me and quickly moved back and sprinted off the train, propelling myself from the edge of the cart and throwing myself onto the roof of a building where everyone else had landed. I rolled onto the gravel-covered roof, ripping bits of my cloak as I tumbled across the roof. I easily stood back up, having felt worse pain than that impact before, but my back was stinging from the most likely re-opened cuts.

I watched as the brown-skinned man, Amar, stepped onto the ledge of the roof and instantly knew we had to jump, "Welcome to Dauntless!" He shouted, "Where you either face your fears and try not to die in the process, or you leave a coward. We've got a record low of faction transfers this year, unsurprisingly." He shouts over the cheering crowd who take the fact that almost no one wants to join their faction as something that should make them proud. I scanned the crowd, spotting a couple Erudites, Candors, and even one from Amity. "The only way to get into the Dauntless compound from this rooftop is to jump off this ledge," he continues once the Dauntless-born is somewhat quiet. Amar casually opens his arms wide to indicate the empty space as he cautiously teeters backward, not too much to fall, but just enough to wobble and strike fear into some of the initiates and surprisingly into some of the Dauntless-born as well. "As usual, I offer the opportunity to go first to our initiates, Dauntless-born or not."

Before anyone could even say anything, I stepped forward, ignoring my fear of heights once again and shoved my way through until the crowd got the gist that I am going first and finally move out of my way. I have to ignore my fear of heights, I have to ignore my fears. I am not a Stiff. I am not a coward. I am Dauntless and I will jump first. No matter what. "The Stiff, surprising," I hear someone murmur beside me and I jab my elbow into their ribs, causing them to catch their breath and a few Dauntless-born to snicker at the exchange. I ignored them as I kept moving, and once I reached the front of the crowd I pulled off the tattered cloak and threw it directly into the Erudite who had spoken up earlier. The ball of grey slammed into his chest as I stepped onto the ledge, I didn't think, I ignored everything around me, I ignored my fear as it tried to take over my mind. I just stepped over the ledge and tilted off the edge, surprisingly, screaming with joy as the adrenaline spiked through me as I fell through the air. I felt weightless for once in my life and I loved it, I lived it. Sadly, the moment ended in just a split second when my already cut back ricocheted off the net placed at the bottom of the pit.

At the bottom, the net was surrounded by the awaiting Dauntless members who reached out their arms to help me down. I grabbed the first hand I could reach and felt it pull me over the end of the net, steadying me the moment my feet landed on the stone floor. "What's your name?" the person asked. I looked up just to see that it was Max, the leader of Dauntless. I just casually shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I don't have a name in mind and that I didn't want to use my birth name. He nodded, as if understanding and called out, "First jumper – Unknown!" to the crowd, they didn't seem surprised, as if it had happened before where a jumper didn't have a name of choice. The crowd of Dauntless cheered and many clapped me on the back as I passed, causing me to hiss silently through my teeth as they congratulated me for being the first jumper.

I was steered towards an empty part of the room just as another scream pierced through the tunnel as someone else fell. It was that Erudite kid who I had elbowed earlier, Eric he said his name was. We watched as more initiates jumped down until both Dauntless-born and transfer initiates were at the bottom. When everyone that had been on the roof was now at the bottom of the pit and Amar started the initiation speech, I could feel a pair of eyes watching me, so I turned around to see one of the "twins" who had been arguing on the train were staring at me. I did the first thing I could think of, glare. That got him to look away and got me to smile at myself, if I can keep people away than I'll be alright, I don't need anyone trying to watching out for me just because I'm a Stiff, Ex-stiff now, and I can take care of myself perfectly fine.

"My name is Amar, and I will be your initiation instructor." He began, "I grew up here, and three years ago I passed initiation with flying colors, which means I get to be in charge of the newcomers for as long as I want. Lucky you." Amar chuckles, "Dauntless-born and transfers do most physical training separately so that the Dauntless-born don't break the transfers in half right away –" All the Dauntless-born in the semi-circle grin, "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 for the rest of the 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?" The sole "twin" asked.

All Amar does is glare at him, and that's all it takes for the boy to shrink back into the crowd of Dauntless-born as we walk after Amar, towards what I can only assume would be where we will go through our fears. Once we entered the room, Amar exclaimed without turning around, "This is the fear landscape room! A fear landscape is a simulation in which you confront your worst fears."

"How is that possible?" The Erudite boy, Eric, asked, "You don't know our worst fears."

"Eric right?" Amar says, earning a sharp nod before he launches into an explanation of how the simulation works. Once he finishes he casually picked up one the many syringes that lie on a table in front of him and beckoned Eric over, "Allow me to satisfy your Erudite curiosity, you get to go first."

"But–" Eric tried to protest, but Amar cut him off.

"I'm your initiation instructor, and it is in your best interest to do what I say." He interrupted, glaring at him, causing Eric to shut up. His steps were deliberate-designed to irritate Amar as he moved forward, following Amar's instructions. Once Eric arrived next to Amar, he savagely stuck the needle into the initiate's neck while steering him towards the next room with a window in the wall, allowing us to watch.

We all gathered around the window and watched as Eric stood in the center of the room, with Amar connected to the system. I watched the monitor in front of Amar as it uploaded the data for Eric's heartbeat, it skyrocketed upwards, but then slowly decreased as he controlled his heartbeat. He wasn't moving, crying, or showing any sign of fear aside from his hands clenched into fists and then suddenly relaxing as if remembering that he had to calm down.

"Is the serum working?" One of the Amity girls asked.

I just simply nodded and gestured towards the screen in front of Amar as well as Eric's fists that were clenching and unclenching every couple of minutes. Soon enough, Eric passed his fear landscape, I counted up to at least twelve. I didn't pay much attention to the rest of the initiates fear numbers, but by the atmosphere after Eric's landscape, I could tell he was someone to fear.

Soon enough, it was just Amar and me in the landscape room and it was my turn, "Just you and me, Stiff. Come on, let's get this over with." He ordered as he motioned for me to follow him.

I followed him slowly until I reached the center of the room, Amar looked at me quizzically, but I just simply nodded my head, indicating that I was ready. He swiftly jabbed the needle into my neck, the simulation beginning.

I startled a bit as the wind slammed into me from the left and knocked me back down onto my right side. I was all the way up on the top of hub roof, the wind billowing into me and trying to push me off the building. I shook as I stared down at the ground that seemed to be growing smaller and smaller as I kept looking. I shook my head and tried to move away, but I was bombarded with the thought of "This isn't real." and it pulled me back to reality. This entire thing was just a simulation and I had to jump, so I didn't think. I didn't think and I just jumped off the roof, my eyes shut, just like I did earlier today.

I fell onto a stone floor and stood up to see blurred faces surrounding me. I stood up and looked around, now noticing that the person next to me was handing me a gun while someone behind me was aiming one at my head. "Shoot them or we shoot you," they stated in a monotone voice that made it hard to hear if it was a woman or man. I grabbed the gun and looked ahead to see the Prior family standing in front of me with their hands behind their backs. I looked at them and apprehensively lifted the gun, but before I shot it, I twisted my hand around and shot myself in the forehead, crumpling to the ground.

I grunted as I stood up, dazed for a second before realizing I was in a field of grass that grew up to my knee. I gazed up at the sky as multiple shadows passed over me; I saw, soaring above me, a flock of crows that began to dive at me. My instincts took over and I began to run, trying to escape the claws and beaks of the angry crows. As I ran, my feet began to sink into the muddy ground, so I quickly backtracked and turned towards another side of the field, noticing that there were branches appearing on the ground. I quickly sprinted towards the branches and grabbed the largest and sturdiest one I could before whipping around to see the crows coming straight at me. As steadily as I could, I lifted the branch and slammed it against the side of the crows flying towards me, before suddenly the entire thing changed, it all went black for a few seconds before I woke up once more, in the dark.

Slowly everything came into focus and I could see the outline of men shroud in black and cowered back. I know I'm scared of older men, I always have been due to my father's beatings. Men scare me, I've always had a terrible experience with them and I haven't found a reason to not be afraid, aside from the Prior boys of course. The Priors are the only men I doubt I'll ever fear, I know they won't hurt me, not ever. I was pulled out of my thoughts as more men formed, some taking the shape of my father, others taking the shape of people I don't know. I cowered back, scared out of my mind. I curled into a ball and let my mind go and wander to Tobias and Caleb Prior, and even Andrew Prior. They won't hurt me… they can't hurt me… I felt a few tears fall at the thought of the Priors, the perfect family that I'll never get. I thought of all the times the boys would come to my room, saying that they're there because their mom was worried when in reality it was them being worried. The Priors always cared, and they never stopped, not even after I pushed them away. I let my mind wander until the thought of the Priors filled my mind and relaxed me.

I shot forward, now suddenly standing, and a wall slammed into all my sides before I could even pull my arms up. I tried to stand up as tall as I could, but something slammed against my head and I knew I was stuck in a small box that was slowly shrinking in on me. I knew what I had to do, but I regretted it the minute I did it; I curled into a tight and small of a ball as I could, causing the space to shrink and my heart to beat even faster.

It didn't last much longer because the walls collapsed on themselves and suddenly I was re-entering my old Abnegation home where I suspected I would see Marcus once again. I watched as Marcus' shadow crept across the wall as he stomped down the stairs; his footfalls echoing throughout the room. He appeared right in front of me, except he didn't look like the Marcus I knew, he looked like the monster inside of himself. He had pits for eyes and gaping black maw for a mouth, and the belt in his hands wasn't a belt, it was a rope made of metal, barbed at the end. He dragged the belt in lines across the floor, his black oily tongue sliding across his fang-like teeth. I instantly dropped the floor, covering my head with my hands as the belt lifted off the ground and with one swift motion, it slammed into my arm, leaving a large cut as it dragged back towards the monster. Now suddenly, there were two Marcus' in the room lifting the belt back and slamming it against my arms, cutting me even more. "This is for your own good, Beatrice" they whispered in a metallic voice, a choir as even more Marcus' appeared, whipping me with the barbed piece of metal. I tried to ignore the pain, and as I did, another image began to surface, the memory of the sculpture my mother gave me that now lies in my Abnegation room, and the memory of the necklace that still lies in my pocket, untouched. As the memory engulfed my mind, the pain subsided until it disappeared and then everything once again went black.

I crumpled to the floor of the fear landscape room and heard the hasty footsteps of whom I could only guess was Amar. "That's it? That's all there is? God, Stiff." He murmured as he helped me stand up, the searing pain from the simulation finally dying down. I don't look at him. I don't want to see his expression now that he knows about my messed up childhood. All he does is continue talking, "We should come up with another name for you. Something tougher than Stiff. How about… Six?" He suggests as I finally look up, seeing pity in his smile, but not as much as I thought I would see. "I wouldn't want to tell people my name either, now come on, let's get some food."

We were about to leave, but Amar noticed that my dress was covered in blood stains and sighed, steering me towards what I could only assume was the dorm room. "Clean yourself up, cover the cuts as best as you can and get changed." He ordered, handing me a first aid-kit before turning around, "And you may as well pick a bed," he stated before leaving.

I quickly pulled off my blood-stained dress and rapped my back as best as I could before changing into the Dauntless clothes. I felt slightly light headed from the blood loss but ignored it as I pulled on a black and red sports bra and a black shirt with a sweetheart neckline and the Dauntless symbol plastered on the front, just above my heart. There was also a leather vest with the Dauntless symbol embedded onto the shoulders that I swiftly put on, along with that, I pulled on a pair of black jeggings that were far more comfortable than the clothing we're given in Abnegation.

I quickly left the room and met up with Amar, giving him a slight nod of thanks as we made our way to the Dining hall where everyone's gathered, talking, shouting, arguing, and of course, eating. "Jeez, Stiff. You look like you about to faint." Eric said once we neared the table and spotted us, causing a Candor boy to grin while I just glared.

"You all made it out alive," Amar began. "Congratulations. You made it through the first day of initiation, with various degrees of success. None of you did as well as Six over here, though." He points at me as he speaks and I slightly grin, only slightly, enjoying the praise that I never get from anyone. "Hey, Tori!" Amar calls over his shoulder, "You ever hear of anyone having only six fears in their fear landscape?"

"Last I heard the record was ten or eleven. Why?" Tori calls back as she weaves her way through the crowd of Dauntless.

"I got a transfer here with only six fears!"

Tori points at me, and Amar and I both nod, "That's gotta be a new record." Tori congratulates as she turns back to leave for her table.

"Well done," Amar says to me before quickly following Tori.

I turn towards the other initiates; they were staring at me: wide-eyed and shocked with possible fear evident in their eyes. Before the landscape, I was just some Stiff they could step on, but now, now, I'm like Eric, someone worth watching out for, and possibly, someday being worth being afraid of. I grinned at them, the most sadistic grin I could muster up and most of them flinched away, most except for Eric.

"What's your real name again? Starts with an E…?" Eric questions, eyes narrowed as if the answer's stuck on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't remember. I wouldn't be surprised if he did remember my name, he's a Nose after all and they know everything.

I cackled, a sound I never thought I could make, but it stroke fear in their eyes and I relished in it. Finally, I wasn't a pushover Stiff that they could shove around. I am Six, and I will be Dauntless. "My name is Six," I began, another sadistic grin appearing, "And if you call me Stiff again, we will have some problems," I answered, tilting my head sideways slightly while still grinning, causing Eric to flinch just a little, I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been paying attention, but I was. I smiled some more, showing him that I saw him flinch away just a tad and his eyes flickered with a hint of fear, but instantly glazed over with anger, causing me to smile just a little more.

Beatrice's Fears (Yes, she still has the six, just some are different):

1. Heights

2. Devoured by crows (Powerlessness)

3. Shooting the Priors (Losing the people she cares about)

4. Surrounded by older men (Fear of older men/Androphobia)

5. Being stuck in a shrinking box (Claustrophobia)

6. Marcus

Quotes:

"Welcome to Dauntless! Where you either face your fears and try not to die in the process, or you leave a coward. We've a record low of faction transfers this year, unsurprisingly. The only way to get into the Dauntless compound from this rooftop is to jump off this ledge. As usual, I offer the opportunity to go first to our initiates, Dauntless-born or not." – Amar – Four the Transfer

"My name is Amar, and I will be your initiation instructor. I grew up here, and three years ago, I passed initiation with flying colors, which means I get to be in charge of the newcomers for as long as I want. Lucky you. Dauntless-born and transfers do most physical training separately, so that the Dauntless-born 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 for 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." – Amar – Four the Transfer

"What if I don't want to discover myself?" – Zeke – Four the Transfer

"How is that possible? You don't know our worst fears." – Eric – Four the Transfer

"Eric right?" "Allow me to satisfy your Erudite curiosity, you get to go first."- Amar – Four the Transfer

"Is the serum working?" Mia – Four the Transfer

"Just you and me, Stiff. Come on, let's get this over with." – Amar – Four the Transfer

"This is for your own good." – Marcus – Four the Transfer

"'That's it? That's all there is? God, Stiff.' 'We should come up with another name for you. Something tougher than Stiff.' 'I wouldn't want to tell people my name either'" – Amar – Four the Transfer

"Jeez, Stiff. You look like you about to faint." – Eric – Four the Transfer

"You all made it out alive,' 'Congratulations. You made it through the first day of initiation, with various degrees of success. None of you did as well as Six (Four) over here, though.' 'Hey Tori!' 'You ever hear of anyone having only six (four) fears in their fear landscape?'" – Amar – Four the Transfer

"Last I heard the record was ten or eleven(seven or eight). Why?" – Tori – Four the Transfer

"I got a transfer here with only six(four) fears!" – Amar – Four the Transfer

"That's gotta be a new record." – Tori – Four the Transfer

"Well done." – Amar – Four the Transfer

"What's your real name again? Starts with an E…?" – Eric – Four the Transfer

A/N:

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading, please leave some reviews about anything that I can do to better my writing! Also I know Six sounds a bit crazy/psychotic, but that's because it's how she will act when she gets defensive, like, she'll sound like a psychopath if that's what it takes to scare someone into leaving her alone. Anyway, hope you have a great day and thanks for reading!