Disclamer: I do not own any of these characters.

He wasn't the first one switching from Candor to Dauntless, therefore the members of his old faction just whispered and exchanged glances, he wasn't the most loved person there, everyone knew he wasn't trustworthy most of the time, so they saw it more like a relief than like an outrage.

Peter kept his head down, he didn't want to see his father's disappointing face nor his mother's watering eyes, it would probably make him weak and regret his choice. The Dauntless members were smiling for having a new member, but Peter didn't talk or made any facial expression, he just sat next to Drew and Molly, his lackeys, as most of people call them.

The ceremony continued but he didn't pay more attention, actually he closed his eyes till the end of it.

Everyone was standing up and making their way outside, Molly squeezed Peter's shoulder to catch his attention. "Peter the Ceremony is over, come, we will loose them." Peter opened his eyes confused and looked around, she was right, everyone was leaving. He stood up and started walking fast to catch up with the Dauntless initiates, Molly followed him.

All the Dauntless-born initiates are huge and wears black clothes, their clothes aren't very different from Candor's, but they're more appealing and their tattoos and piercings made them look fearful. Peter wouldn't have problems adapting to his new way of living, it was all he ever wanted.

One last time he looked over his shoulder to catch the last glimpse of his parents' face. Everyone was pressing forward, away from everything. Peter looks around but he didn't see his lackeys, the was a boy with brown skin beside him, laughing and shouting, he was one of the shaved-headed girl's friends. Everyone started running down stairs, like wild animals, which was probably the purpose. Laughters and shouts was everything he was hearing, he didn't join though, he saw it like an self humilliation, Why the hell would I be shouting when I'm not sure what comes next?.

The running left him breathless, but he wasn't tired, all those years running in the competitions were useful after all. Running was the only activity that gave him pleasure to practise, he would run every morning before school and sometimes twice a day. When something didn't go the way he wanted or he needed to clear his head, he would run, that would relax him and gave him time to think and decide what to do, when he wasn't sure what to.

The cold air sent a shiver all the way over his spine, but he didn't stop. When he saw the beautiful sunset, he let a gasp escape from his mouth, he wouldn't think after such a rough day, the sky would look so wonderful. Peter followed the other Dauntless' initiates without asking or thinking of where were they going. But soon he discovers they were about to jump to catch a moving train. His muscles started to hurt, but the adrenaline made it all seem like he just woke up and was ready for a day of running.

"Oh, no," muttered an Erudite's boy. "Are we supposed to hop on that thing?"

Peter remained silent but on his head he would answer, No, of course not, you have to go under it, you know, it would be a relief for us, we don't need bookworms over here. But the Stiff answered, as a "selfless" person she was.

Peter didn't have the use of watch the Dauntless' members, he wasn't familiar with their habits or routines, but he was pretty quick guessing what would happen next.

Some of the transfers, at the same time, were making their way to the train. Peter was one of them, he started jogging and when he thought would be a good time to throw himself he did it. He had no problem and made it almost with the same efficiency as the Dauntless-born initiates.

When he saw the Stiff almost falling off the train he smirked, and so did his followers, Molly and Drew. That blonde weak stiff wouldn't make it to the end, she would be one of the first transfers to turn into a factionless. But Christina caught her, she helped her and for what looked like, they would become friends, which means, it would give Peter even more pleasure to make fun of her.

In the meantime, a red-head boy didn't make it, he was dressed with blue clothes, so Peter assumed he was some Erudite transfer. After making it in, Peter sat against the wall, waiting for the next challenge to happen.

Peter wondered where were the Dauntless headquarters, no one, except the Dauntless members, knew their location, and curiosity was something difficult to suppress, for him. He haven't thought about his family since he left the Ceremony's building, was he being selfish, probably, but he didn't regret the choice.

"They're jumping off!"

This wasn't what Peter expected to happen, his body was aching and the adrenaline was gone.

"We have to jump off too, then," said Molly next to Peter, she wasn't afraid, but wasn't confident either.

"Great, because that makes perfect sense, Molly. Leap off a train onto a roof." Peter said, feeling his belly tingling, like it was the home of millions of ants.

"This is kind of what we signed up for, Peter," Molly was right, they chose it. Peter crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the moment to jump, when he heard, the only Amity's transfer, giving up. For the Candor's boy, giving up was never an option, he would rather be dead than be a loser or a factionless.

Every transfer, except the Amity boy, made it onto the roof.

"Damn it!" muttered Molly, holding her ankle, she probably didn't landed on her feet, unlike Peter, who made it perfectly. He grinned proudly and followed the others, leaving the cries and sobbing behind. A Dauntless-born initiate didn't make it, she fell off the roof, and her sister was crying and screaming for her. That's how the things work here, there's no middle term.

The Stiff girl was making her way back from the edge of the roof when she pulled her sleeve up and examined her elbow, it was probably wounded.

"Ooh. Scandalous! A Stiff's flashing some skin!" Peter smirked and pointed in her direction, which led to everyone staring at her, Molly, Drew and some other initiates laughed. Peter was definately enjoying teasing her, there was no way she could confront him and it made him laugh. Her face heated up, and the rose of her cheeks opposed to her shinny, golden hair over her shoulders stirred a strange feeling on him, her blue eyes were not wet like she was about to cry, but as anger was increasing, evoked by his comment. After what seemed like half an hour, Peter conclued he had been staring at her for a very long time and it was like they were the only ones there. He shook his head and blinked a few times to come back to reality.

"Is there water at the bottom or something?"

"Who knows?" a older man with dark skin and gray hair at his temples, he sounds normal and Peter would say that if they weren't there he would be grinning of their faces. The mischievous boy looked around and all the transfers were pale, except the stiff who was still a bit reddish. He caught himself staring at her and looked at the floor, picking on his cuticles to ward the girl off his mind.

Someone steps forward which made Peter look up to see what was happening. The blonde girl, she was making her way to the ledge, she was crazy, What is she doing? He stared at her again, she would jump off even though she didn't know what would be beneath her.

The Stiff was being braver than him, how was that possible. This made his face heat up with anger, but it was vanished as a shirt hit him on the chest, he looked first at the shirt and realized it was a gray shirt, and the only one to whom it could belong was the Abnegation's girl, then he stared at her confused, after all she would confront him, not physically, but psycologically. As he awakened from the thought he realized she already jumped and, the catcalls and shouts, ceased.

Without thinking, he hid her shirt behind some boxes, no one saw him do it, they were all watching the dark brown skinned girl jumping off, like the Stiff did. Peter returned to the place he was and made his way to the edge, pushing the tall, blond haired boy from Erudite away from it.

Everyone was staring at him, like they were when the previous girl jumped off. He bended his legs and jumped.

Ground was surging toward Peter, his body tensed, his mind blanked and his hair was flying with the wind. What was at the end of the hole still was a mystery for him, but the sensation he was about to find out was more present.

He hit something hard, it made him go up again, like a trampoline, which made him struggle a bit to breath again, for he wasn't expecting it.

It was a net. Peter tried to cover his expressions, smiling triumphant, but there was nobody receiving him, they were entertained with Christina and her new friend. He straightened himself and got out of the net before the next initiate reached it.

The blonde hair of the Stiff caught his attention, again. A tall boy, Peter wouldn't call him boy, because he knew he was older than them, with dark brown hair and a scar on his chin, was setting his hand on the blonde's back, and it was bothering him, for no apparent reason. The raven-haired boy didn't hide his upset face for a while, he stared at the couple and rage raised in his, now, dark green eyes, filled with something he couldn't identify, something between disappointment, anger and jealousy.

A/N: I want to thank the anonymous reviewers and to say that I updated as soon as I could. Tomorrow I'm going to Canada, so I don't know when will I update again, probably wednesday, I'll try, but I can't promisse anything. I hope you like it and thank you for reading! :)