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Chapter 4

Taylor turned back towards the bowls, and she lifted her hand over the Dauntless coals. She titled her hand over the bowl, and watched as her blood fell on the coals.

"Dauntless," she heard someone say, and she could hear the screams coming from the Dauntless section.

She then slowly turned around to face the crowd where Beatrice was sitting. She looked both hurt, and horrified. Taylor sighed, and walked towards Dauntless.

All of a sudden, she started to regret her actions.

Why did she do that? She didn't really want to pick Dauntless... she just did it out of spite.

As she sat down, she glanced at her mother again. Beatrice was looking away from her, and sobbing. Taylor felt a pang in her chest. She was angry at her mother, but she didn't want to make her that upset. More tears flooded Taylor's eyes.

She cried during the rest of the ceremony, and by the time it was time to leave her mother was gone. Would she ever see her mother again?

The Dauntless were the first to leave, so Taylor tried to keep up with them as they were running through the building and out on the streets. She tried to keep up as fast as she could, but she was worried her short legs would give out on her.

Then, they reached the tracks.

A woman who introduced herself to the crowd as Tori explained to them that they must catch the train as it will go by- or else they would be factionless.

As she heard the train approaching, Taylor started to sweat. Could she do this?

The train finally came into view, and the people of Dauntless started to run so Taylor did as well. She really regretted wearing jeans that day. Then, the train started to go by her so she picked up the pace. Someone in front of her jumped on, and offered her a hand. She gratefully took it, and he helped pull her on. After she cached her breath, she thanked him. He nodded, and he joined the other people from his faction- Amity- in the corner. She then looked outside, and saw that some people didn't make it. They were all outsiders, like her.

She didn't realize that Dauntless required so much physical work; she regretted not paying attention to her mother and Christina when they were explaining the faction system. She didn't care to listen; she thought this was only temporary. But this is her future, until she is able to leave.

She would have to deal with the consequences of her actions.

After a while, the Tori woman told them that they need to jump on the up coming building. Taylor thought she was crazy. What if she fell to her death?

Then, they arrived at the building and some of the people started to jump off. Taylor was scared, and worried.

Should she stay on the train?

Her car was almost empty, and only her and another outsider remained.

"Are you coming?" asked the girl, and Taylor slowly nodded.

Then, they both ran towards the exit and all of a sudden Taylor felt like she was flying. She landed just a meeter away from the edge, and she quickly scooted away. Her hands and knees her from the impact, but she slowly got up. The other girl landed a few feet away, and she got up as well.

Taylor approached her. "Are you ok?" she asked her, and the brunette nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I'll be ok. I didn't realize this faction was so insane... I should have just stayed with my family."

She held out her hand. "I'm Annica."

Taylor shook her hand. "Taylor."

Then, the girls walked to where everyone was gathering. A man with a bald head and an eyepatch over his left eye started to talk over the crowd.

"Welcome to Dauntless. I'm Peter, and I am one of the main guards. We are standing at the entrance of Dauntless, and to get in it you have to jump into this hole. If you don't, well... enjoy the factionless life."

"Why do you have an eyepatch?" a Candor boy asked, and Peter rolled his eye.

"Well, many years ago I was kind of responsible for a girl's death and her boyfriend decided to avenge her by stabbing a butter knife in my eye. Does anyone have any other questions?"

The crowd was silent.

"Great. Who would like to jump first?"

"Me!" an Erudite boy exclaimed, excitedly. He approached the ledge, and he got up on it. After staring below, he jumped. The crowd gasped.

"Who's next?" Peter asked, and the crowd was silent.

Then, Taylor slowly raised her hand.

The crowd looked at her, and Peter nodded. She approached him, and she got tense. He was very creepy looking; she would stay far away from him as possible.

She slowly approached the ledge, and her legs were quivering as she pulled herself on.

She looked down, and saw a dark hole in the roof below. She gasped, and she really started to shake.

"Any day, outsider." Peter said,

Then, she jumped.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell into the darkness, and then felt something wrap around her tiny body. It was a net.

After she went up and down a few times, she was finally secure in the net. She took deep breaths, and she could feel two hands grab her by the armpits. She gasped a little, and she was plopped down on solid ground.

She turned around to face the person who grabbed her. The man looked like he was in his thirties, he was tall, very muscular, had dark brown hair- like hers- and had deep blue eyes.

"Are you ok, outsider?" he asked, and Taylor straightened up a bit.

"Yes, I am. I think so, anyways..."

He tilted his head a bit, to the side.

"What's your name?" he asked, as someone fell into the net.

"My name is Taylor," she said, still shaking.

"Welcome to Dauntless, Taylor." he said, and went to go help the next jumper.

"What does Hollister mean?" a voice behind her asked. She turned around, and a Dauntless boy was standing there. He looked a few years older than her, with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. He was also muscular, and he clearly had a six-pack under his shirt.

He was very beautiful to look at.

"What?" she asked, mesmerized.

"Your sweater. Why does it say Hollister?"

Taylor smiled.

"It's the name of a clothing store," she said, and he chuckled.

"You must love the store very much if you're willing to wear something with its name on it. You factionless people are weird." He then pushed past her, and walked towards a pretty Erudite girl. Taylor sighed. Since she still looked like a child, she felt like guys would never be interested in her. Her mother told her that she looked very young as well, until she got pregnant. Since Taylor wasn't planning on becoming a mother for a long time, she would have to accept herself for who she is.

After all the initiates jumped, the man called them over. The attractive boy was standing beside him, along with Peter and a woman with a purple Mohawk.

The man smiled at the crowd, and started speaking. "Hello everyone, my name is Four and yes, that is my name. I've been training initiates since I was seventeen, and this is my final year. Jace over here, who I will be training, will take over my position next year while I will probably be changing my future baby's diapers. So, transfers you are with me and Jace, older transfers with Peter," he sneered at Peter "and Dauntless borns you're going with Lissa."

The crowd then separated into three groups, and Four led them to the Pit.

"This, everyone, is the Pit where you'll be witnessing Four's wedding on your initiation day." Jace said, and Four nudged him in the side.

"OUCH!"

"You're getting married on our initiation day? Really?" a Candor girl asked.

Four rolled his eyes. "Wasn't my idea. Ask my future wife."

"So… is your honeymoon going to take place in our dormitory? Are we going to have to watch you conceive your future baby too?" a Candor boy asked, and the crowd started laughing.

Four looked very irritated now. "This happens every year. What's your name, Candor?"

"Richard, but I prefer Ricky."

Four stepped closer to him. "Well, Richard-but-I-prefer-Ricky, you will learn to keep your trap closed or else I will make this initiation hell for you. Do you understand?" Ricky nodded, and he looked away.

Four and Jace gave them a general tour of the compound, and at the end of the tour they arrived at the cafeteria where they would be eating dinner.

Taylor and Annica decided to sit with Four, Edith from Candor, Bae from Amity, and Jackson from Erudite.

As they dug into their burgers, Edith asked: "Why aren't there ever any Abnegation transfers?"

Four sighed. "It's rare to get an Abnegation-Dauntless transfer... mostly because of the backlash they get from their old community. In the last fourteen years we only received two other transfers and it was both so hard on them that one left the city and the other one committed suicide a few years ago."

Taylor gasped, and Four looked at her. He looked at her so intently that she looked down at her plate and started to eat.

As they were all eating, Four couldn't help but look at Taylor again. He could deny that there was something so familiar about her. He wasn't sure if it was because she looked so much like Evelyn when she was her age, from the pictures he's seen... the resemblance was almost uncanny. Although she looked so young... he wondered if she was related to Evelyn somehow, though it was impossible since this girl was an outsider.

He shook his head, and kept on eating. He was being ridiculous, and he knew it.

When they were back in the dormitory a few hours later, everyone started to talk about their old faction and their initiation test results.

"I got Erudite as my result, but I wanted to switch to Dauntless. So I did!" said Jackson, as he was changing into his Dauntless uniform.

"You should of stayed Erudite then, Jack. You probably would have excelled in Erudite," said Hailey, an Erudite transfer.

"I've always dreamed of being in Dauntless, I wasn't going to change my dreams over a test result."

"I'm Divergent, but I didn't want to be factionless." said Aimee May, a red head from Amity.

Taylor was about to say that she is Divergent as well, but everyone went quiet.

No one said anything, and they all stared at Aimee. Some of them with disgust, some of them with shock.

"You're never going to fit in here," Ricky said, breaking the ice.

Aimee reddened, and she left the room.

"Well, I guess I won't be banging her" said George, and some of the guys laughed.

"That's so inappropriate and mean, you jerk! Can't you say that in private?" exclaimed Dawn, another Amity transfer.

George scoffed. "I'm only speaking the truth, blondie. I don't want to breed with someone like her. You, however..."

"Ugh!" she yelled, and left the room.

Then, everyone was chatting again.

Taylor was nervous. If she was going to fit in, she couldn't let anyone know who she really was.

Later that night, Aimee May was walking around the compound.

She needed a break from the dormitory, so she decided to explore her new home. She was humming to herself as she was looking at her new surroundings. She missed Amity, but she didn't belong there anymore especially since she was Divergent, and had an aptitude for Dauntless, Candor, and Erudite.

She did regret telling everyone that she was Divergent. Would they all hate her now? She thought after all these years, people would be more accepting of Divergents. Maybe in Amity, but certainly not here.

She reached the chasm, and she sighed in contentment. It was beautiful. She stared at its beauty.

All of a sudden, she felt hands around her neck. She tried to scream, but she was struggling to breathe.

The hands choked her until she was limp, and her body was thrown in the chasm.