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Lets see how Yuna will do with initiation!

The rest of the ceremony feels strange. I sit as far away from the rest of Dauntless as I can though that space is only a single row of empty chairs. I'm picking at the mud under my nails and refusing to make eye contact with anyone until I have too. I'm not ready to answer any questions or make up any lies. After my larger than life disturbance the crowd seems restless and fidgety which is only worsened when there is an unusually large amount of defectors. I can't help but wonder if part of the reason for that is me. It's like I'm constantly waiting for the other shoe to fall.

There is always an increase in defectors after the ice gets broken the first time. After one kid has the courage to do it a handful more will follow but this year there were 60 transfers and as far back as I can remember there was only one other year with so many. The year Tobias Eaton left abnegation for Dauntless there were 43 transfers. That was 4 years ago the year after my brother left me alone with our mother. I had not ever been so interested in the ceremony as I was that year. I knew my mother wouldn't tell me anything about it and I had been in school for my brothers ceremony. So when I was supposed to be studying in the library I snuck out and made me way over to watch. I wanted to know where my brother went, I had heard people say Erudite back at Amity but I didn't understand how or why. I crept through a side door and ended up watching the ceremony from behind the stage. I had found a dark corner where there was a podium not in use. So I crawled inside of it and stuck to the shadows as I watched each kid slice their hand and make their choice. At first it scared me but soon enough I was fascinated with it.

When Tobias was called to the stage I saw something in his eyes. He looked much too old for such a young frail body. He had bags under his eyes and walked stiffly as if he was in pain. His loose Abnegation gray clothes were unmistakable and he was gnawing on his lip like he would chew through it. I watched how that heaviness I saw in him began to lift the moment his hand touched the blade's course hilt. I knew then before he had made his choice that he was leaving Abnegation but I hadn't considered he would choose Dauntless. No One ever transfers from Abnegation to Dauntless their cultures are just so vastly different the adjustment seems impossible. I didn't know then that it was uncommon but I could see why it would be. I assumed for myself that he would choose my faction, maybe I just wanted him was the same year that I had begun training myself to leave Amity and when I heard his blood sizzling on the coals my breath caught in my throat. Seeing him take the very same leap I was dreaming of was all the inspiration I needed to kick up my training a few notches. Later that day I found the cabin.

As the ceremony comes to a close and the sea of Dauntless in front of me jumps to their feet my thoughts are still with Tobias. He lead me here though he doesn't know it, just like they are leading me now. I can barely make out the closing words under the sound of Dauntless's thunderous stomps and cheers. My mind keeps drifting back, I was a child then hiding some place I shouldn't have been, it doesn't seem so different than what's happening now. It has been so many years and yet I can still remember the warm soft color of his eyes. I force myself to focus on the here and now this is the beginning of initiation and every moment is important. I am at the back of the group which seemed good during the ceremony but isn't so great now. I have to forcibly slow my jog to keep from running into the people in front of me. I notice, since I have to wait for the group to move forward, that in front of the stage is a small table stacked with handbooks for every faction. No One seems to want one, or I suppose No One but the Erudite since that pile is smallest. I quickly survey those around me and see that most everyone is headed out of the other side of the building, they are all facing away from me. With one glance to the Dauntless headed the other way I take my chance and hastily snatch the Dauntless handbook, shoving it into the waistband of my grimey yellow jeans before turning back to my new faction. I'm not sure why I feel the need to be secretive but I know what only Tori and myself are in on. That I have an aptitude for Erudite too and I shouldn't. If I'm going to blend in at Dauntless I can't let people catch me reading for the fun of it. Even if it is about Dauntless. As I move on I can finally jog at a comfortable speed with the space my pause created between me and the other transfers. I do a headcount from the back there are 4 Candor, 6 Erudite and 3 other Amity. I do not know any of the Amity kids thankfully.

The Dauntless have begun to run out of the front of the building passed a guard like the one from earlier and down the stairs towards the train tracks. This was the opposite side from where I entered the building and the opposite side from everyone else's exit. It is just Dauntless out here and I feel a smile starting to tug on my cheeks. As the transfers at the back of the group burst through the doors together the sun hits me in the eyes like the fiery coals on stage. I don't really have to try to keep up even with sun blindness. I have been running further and further distances without getting winded, I can see that is not the case even for some of the Dauntless born. Before long I'm at the head of the group looking up at the raised train platform with 3 Dauntless borns beside me. As the others began to pool behind us one dark haired boy speaks.

"Nice run but can you do this?"

He flashes me a bright smile before he jumps up and grabs a metal beam above his head. I watch closely trying to remember the steps he takes to reach the top. In 12 seconds flat he has climbed up the platform using nothing but his upper body strength as his legs dangle loosely beneath him. From the top of the platform his head comes into view and he yells to me again

"Come on Amity, no feet, let's see it."

I sigh as I look at the beams in front of me. Again I retrace with my eyes the same path he just took. I know I have decent upper body strength but I wouldn't assume I can do this even on a good day. After free climbing that first building today, I can feel the fire burning in my biceps and I know this is going to hurt but I have been challenged in front of everyone and I can't just back down without a fight. This is Dauntless, this is what they do. I crack my neck before leaping and grabbing the beam above my head. The key is to move fast. Just like he did, your muscles have less time to get tired and using your body's momentum helps you to make larger leaps.

Now that I'm moving on the beams my mind feels clear. I can do this,it's just like the monkey bars. Step one grab the first beam above the ground. Step two swing your lower body and grab the beam two feet forward and one foot up. Step three swing around the outside of the beam and grab the diagonal support, slide your hands up and repeat on the other side. Now this is the hardest part. Three vertical jumps in a row. I remind myself multiple times not to use my feet. It would be so much easier but I know once I do that I've lost. There are three bars I need to grab before I'll reach the top, just three. I pull myself up so my chin is at height with the bar I'm holding and with one hand reach for the next bar up trying to lift my shoulder with it as high as I can. I just barely get a hold of it and now have to push off with the other hand as hard as I can so that I can throw my arm up even higher to the third bar. I feel my body swaying back and forth with the efforts. There is sweat on my hair line and I'm clenching my teeth but I'm almost there. Holding onto the last bar my arms are shaking and the blood pumping through them feels like lava but I pull my body's weight up and hook my elbows over the ledge.

As soon as my elbow touches there are hands hooked under my armpits. The boy who had challenged me hoists me up onto the platform with ease, as if I weigh nothing. I push my hair back from my eyes once I am on my feet again. The pony tail in my hair had begun to fall out in my jog, it was holding half of my hair back at this point.

"I could.. have .. made it up"

I say between heaving breaths.

"You did. Next time don't hold your breath when you pull up, your muscles need the oxygen. Instead exhale on the pull up and inhale in between."

The boy answered me with a smile. I quickly logged that in my mind for the future. I'll take any advice I can get and this kid clearly knows what he is doing.

"What's your name?"

I ask him now that my breathing has evened out and other people have made their way up to the platform sometimes reaching the top in groups of two or three. His answer is one I'm not prepared for.

"I haven't decided yet."

I look at him curiously but somehow I already know he won't explain if I asked. I hear the tracks rumbling and glance over my shoulder to see a train hurtling towards us at a speed that seems much faster up close than it did from the window just yesterday.

"You better start running Amity"

The boy sprints forward just as the train reaches the platform and my loose strands of hair are tousling around my face from the wind of its speed. I ignore the tickling feeling and follow after him matching his speed step for step. He grabs a hold of the open train car door with one hand and throws his feet inside. My heart pumps frantically but I refuse to be afraid. I don't have time to be. I inhale and leap. when my hand clutches rough textured metal I exhale and try to swing my legs into the car the way I saw him do but the wind of the car's movement pushes me back against the side of the train. I hadn't been expecting it so when my chest collides with the door frame all remaining air is pushed from my lungs. I only have one hand holding me onto a train that is speeding away from the platform, in just a moment the train car I'm holding on to will have passed it completely and my fall will be broken by the ground much farther below. I force my lungs to expand though it is very difficult with the wind hitting my face and I reach my other arm into the car to secure my grip. My feet scramble but one of them finds its way to the solid floor of the train car and with two limbs in the car I finally push off of the handle and let my body fall to the ground.

Laying flat on my back with my chest heaving I feel amazing, I spread my arms out like I'm making a snow angel and let my sore biceps stretch out. I just jumped onto a moving train and lived. I begin laughing much harder than I can ever remember laughing. I sit up with my eyes glued to the door on the other side of the car, small giggles still escaping me. I see that the boy I followed is looking out the door on the other side. His silhouette casually leaning in the door frame as if train jumping was as boring as that ceremony we just left. He looks over his shoulder at the sound of my laughter and winks. The train car we are in isn't as empty as I originally thought. I realize there are 3 more people in here, they must have been here before either of us. They all sit against the back wall looking at me with caution and interest. There were 14 of us transfers and at least 12 Dauntless born on that platform so where were they all now? I stand and find that the jostling of the train makes moving hard. I stumble once and catch myself on the wall feeling embarrassed that those 3 mysterious people saw me show any form of weakness. My gut says I'm not meant to be on this car. I reach the door I came in through and hold onto the edge so I can lean around and look at the train cars behind me. I see that three cars back there are many colored shirts near the door and that a small figure on the platform dressed in blue is fading from sight fast.

My joy from before drops to fear. He has failed initiation. Somehow I hadn't realized as I hung from the train car door that this was make or break. I had been focused on getting into the car, not what would happen if I didn't. Though I obviously saw that it was a deadly game I hadn't taken failure seriously. Now though it sinks in that every step from here on out is going to be a step towards Dauntless and if I trip it's factionlessness or death. The fear I'm feeling starts to fade. This is why I'm here. This is what I want. There can be no failure. I connect the dots now, the young people I've been noticing with the factionless. The ones that I couldn't place before. They had failed Dauntless initiation or perhaps chosen factionlessness over risking their lives. My stomach clenches. If they failed, if they chose it, either way the aren't Dauntless, but I am.

I turn back towards the inside of the train car and shout to the boy across the way.

"Are we supposed to be in the car the other initiates are in?"

He leans his shoulders back, one against the train car wall the other touching nothing but the sky. He gestures for me to come towards him so I do without hesitation and find that my walk across the car is more stable than my last attempt though my balance still feels off and I quickly hold onto the train car wall when it's within reach. At his side I can see out beyond the train cars to an approaching track must have been on an incline or else the track stayed level as the ground got further away. We are much higher up now than we were when we climbed the platform. He points to a building almost level with the track.

"You see that roof top? We have to jump onto that. The car back there is going to figure that out when we do it since I don't expect any of the Dauntless born are sharing that little bit of information."

"What about after once we are on the roof?"

"That is something they wouldn't even tell us."

The boy glances at the three men in the back of the train car as he says it. I know for sure now that these men are our instructors. Here to guide us the rest of the way. I nod my head at the boy with as much confidence as I can muster. How could jumping off be any worse than jumping on? My arm didn't get ripped off so I'm sure this train is going at a speed a Dauntless would call safe. Right as that thought goes through my mind the train begins to slow and I feel some of my tense muscles relax just a bit. This just got a little bit easier.

"As soon as the corner of the roof hits the middle of the door frame I'm going to jump. You will count to two and follow me. The landing is the hardest part, It comes with practice. For now just try to keep your knees loose and let the impact move through you. If you lock up your legs or push down with your feet to try and counteract it you will hurt yourself. You just have to let it go. If you don't wipe out completely consider it a success."

"Don't you mean if you make it onto the roof consider it a success?"

My joke surprises him and he pauses for a moment before answering.

"Raise your standards Amity you can do better than making it onto the roof."

Just as the words left his mouth he leaps from the car door my heart jumps out of my chest as I count.

1…

2…

I throw my body forward trying to keep my feet underneath me and my body loose. As my body clears the gap to the roof I'm reminded of my other free jump this morning when I had to grab the roofs ledge before the ceremony. This time I am enjoying it much more as I am suspended in the air completely weightless I feel almost like I'm flying. I notice too late that my upper body has started to lean back and that my feet are no longer going to be the part to make impact. I try to correct myself and end up with one leg fully extended while the other is pulled back so that my knee nearly touches my chest. when I touch ground my whole body is above my legs but only barely. The impact is lessened as I slide forward across the surface. My feet push gravel every direction and I slow myself with my rag wrapped hands. I noticed that the cut I made early has cracked open and is bleeding new fresh blood over the dirty dried mess from before but I ignore it squeezing my hand tightly to keep my mind focused on the now.

I hear three soft thuds as the men from the train car follow me out. All three of them land on their feet like agile cats and walk right passed me without so much as glancing at me. I lean back on my elbows and watch them approach the far side of the building. They looks so strong. The boy is about 20 feet to my right much closer to the building's edge and looking my way with a smirk. I wave my bloodied hand briefly before standing up to brush the gravel from my clothes as if it matters with the level of destruction they have reached. I ripped the side seam of my jeans from knee down when I landed so now the fabric hangs loosely around my calf. The car full of other Initiates reaches the roof and they all begin leaping out. Some more gracefully than others. A few hit each other while still in the air and tumble into the gravel together laughing at the relief of making it this far. A majority of the Dauntless born just end up scraping their forearms and knees into the roof when they land. My eyes are on an Amity girl as she lands rather hard on the rocks when I hear the high pitched shriek of someone missing the roof. My head snaps towards the train to see a transfer, another Erudite, looking down from the car door with horror. Just then the car passes the roof completely and he has become factionless. I approach the roofs edge and see the tiny speck that must be the shattered body of a Candor girl dressed all in white and red. Blood red. It must be 80 stories down from here there's nothing left of her but mush. My stomach turns and my eyes feel the pricks of angry tears.

There's no time to cry for strangers. I made it. I'm alive and I owe that to the nameless boy. The Dauntless born who guided me this far. I turn around and begin to search the crowd forming by the instructors. I'll find him and keep him by my side. So far it's been a good idea. As soon as I see him and cut through the crowd nearly to the front two of the instructors climb onto the building's ledge like they hadn't just seen someone fall to their death.

"Listen up initiates!"

The younger of the two men calls for our attention and I notice him truly for the first time. The skin between his tattoos is pale and his eyes are piercingly blue. His features are sharp and strong just like his arms and broad chest imply. He is wearing a dark gray vest over a sleeveless black shirt. It looks like he may have ripped the sleeves off himself with the frayed edges and loose strings. He has a dark tattoo creeping out of his shirt collar along his neck and he has many facial piercings, more than I have time to count as he begins addressing us again.

"I'm Eric one of your leaders. If you want to be Dauntless this is the way in."

Eric gestures to the air behind him with a wicked smirk on his lips. He seems so young to be a leader. The people around me murmur uncomfortably to each other and I look to the boy beside me for his reaction. He said on the train that he didn't know what was next but jumping from the roof hardly seems a surprising conclusion. What else were we going to do up here? We had to get down somehow. He is looking straight ahead and all the cockiness he has shown up until now is gone. I can't help but feel disappointed. When I look forward again Eric has become impatient. The older dark skinned man beside him whispers something to him and he nods once.

"Come on who wants to go first. If you're afraid to jump you dont belong here."

A voice cuts through the crowd, a Candor boy who looks livid is speaking.

"We just saw Lucy die from that fall and you want us to jump?"

My heart tears just a bit for this boy, he knew her name, she was Candor too. They must have been friends but even if that's true he is blinded by his pain. There would be no point killing all of the initiates. There must be something to break our fall at the bottom. To save him from what I'm sure would be a hell of a lecture from Eric I being walking forward. Eric looks as if he is about to chew this kids head off but my movements stop him in his tracks as he observes me for the second time. First on the train he seemed curious now he seems interested. I can work with that.

I step up onto the ledge between the two men. I can see now that my estimation from before was wrong. This had to be 100 stories. The wind up here is whipping my already matted ponytail all around me and tilting me slightly off balance. The Ledge of the roof is cold under my bare sore feet and the Dauntless handbook is digging into my skin where it rests still tucked under my shirt securely. I take a deep breath as my eyes focus on the dark pit below me. I cannot see what's down there. It almost seems to be swirling downward like an abyss that will swallow me whole. I turn my face to meet Eric's questioning eyes noticing now that he is taller than me by at least 2 inches. His large dark pupils mirror the pit I'm about to surrender to and they capture me just as firmly. I can smell his cologne and I try to let that comfort me as I face this task. I want to be fearless but I'm starting to see that fearlessness is acting despite fear. He asks me without words

"How strong can you become?"

I answer him the only way I can. With my eyes still locked on his I spread my arms and fall backwards. I see his figure shrinking as I float freely. The wind is whipping my shirt all around me and my vision is completely blocked out. My hair has finally broken loose from its restraints. With nothing holding it back it takes full advantage of its new freedom and pelts my soft face skin with rough sharp tendrils. The feeling of free falling is becoming my new favorite thing. This experience tops both the others from today and I let out a high pitched wolf howl as I pull my arms and legs inward to keep from hitting the edges of the pit. When my back makes contact with something hard my whole body tenses. Before I can panic I feel the give of the net as it absorbs the force of my fall and I'm propelled back into the air by its stretchy forgiving web. I giggle to myself as my body settles into the center of the net. I'm still looking towards the sky when a tiny black dot appears above me. Another jumper. Suddenly the net pulls to one side and I'm rolling away from the opening I came through. Warm tan hands grab ahold of me and I'm unsure which direction I'm facing or where the ground is. When my feet touch the floor I almost jump up and recoil. It's absolutely freezing on my bare skin but the hands that still hold my shoulders keep me in place.

"What's your name first jumper? Choose wisely this is your only chance."

So that's what the boy meant. We get to have new Dauntless Identities. When I get my hair pushed away from my eyes my heart nearly stops. The hands gripping my shoulders are attached to Tobias Eaton. I don't even register the question anymore or consider my answer in anyway. Instead his name falls softly off my tongue in awe.

"Tobias…"

His face tenses in pain and he quickly slaps a hand over my mouth. My eyes bulged in surprise and before I can bite his fingers he is whispering harshly in my ear

"I don't know how you know that name but you won't ever speak it again."

My blood runs cold and I gasp for air as his hands leave me completely. I finally realize I needed to give him my name when I gave him his but he doesn't seem to care about my answer now. He has turned towards a group of waiting onlookers and yells an answer for me.

"First jumper Phoenix."