A/N: Sorry it took so long to post. i just got back from vacation in Australia, and I have jetlag. We have final exams in 2 days, so much pressure. Anyways, hope you like this segment of the story.

The rest of the ceremony goes by in a blur. I refuse to look at Marcus. I try to convince myself it's an act of defiance, but I know it's not. I feel guilty. Maybe I was biased when I left him, I was thinking during my pain, and I wasn't thinking of the times he was good to me. Maybe I could learn to love the man on the outside. I know everyone has flaws, maybe I could've just learned to take it with a passive expression. But it's too late now; I have already made my choice.

But I have to see him one last time. Maybe he will forgive me, maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe there is a conscience under his cruel exterior covered in yet another layer of deception. I turn to look at him, and I regret it. His eyes burn with hatred so strong, it's as if he can burn a hole into me without even touching me. I know that look. It's the look he gives me every other night. As he slowly unwraps the belt loop by loop. Then I know. He doesn't have a conscience; he really is a wolf in sheep's clothing. But I remind myself that I am free now, and I stare back with equal ferocity. I am Dauntless now; it's about time I act like it. I feel the fire of courage spreading through me. I have always been Dauntless, and I know that now. I sit straighter and raise my head slightly. I put on a cocky smile, like the Dauntless have always plastered on their faces. As the Dauntless in front of me start whooping and running toward the stairs, I follow them, yelping when they do. A Dauntless born initiate runs along side me, whooping along with the crowd. He turns to smile at me and yells over the noise, "So! You, being a Stiff and all, this must be a change eh?"

The words are mocking, but his tone is playful. What do I reply? But before I say anything he just laughs and sprints forwards, pumping his fists. We are sprinting out of the Hub, running towards the trains. I freeze, the trains. The moving ones.

Now that I am free from Marcus, other thoughts start to cloud in. What now? I follow behind and stay in the shadows? If I can even pass initiation! All I know about initiation is that it's incredibly hard to pass. I am from Abnegation, the stiff faction. The weakest of them all, except maybe Amity. I hear the train horn, and I see it in the distance. It's getting closer, closer. 100 meters, 50 meters, 10 meters. The Dauntless member start jumping in. They make it look so easy, like gliding in. Soon all that's left is the initiates. I see the Dauntless boy who talked to me laugh as he leaps in. I close my hands into fists, and start running. Then, it comes so naturally. The power pulsing through me, I am fast, I am strong, I am powerful. I am Dauntless. I leap sideways, catching the handle and I stand firmly on the train floor. I laugh, this is where I belong. Among these people who are each unique, but strong in different ways.

The Dauntless boy walks up to me. "That was good, really good. Especially for a stiff like you," He smiles and pulls out his hand, "The name's Zeke."

I cringe at his hand. But then I remember, I am someone new here. I am not Tobias Eaton, the strange son of Marcus Eaton, who was never seen out of the house. Here I am an unknown person, a brave boy from Abnegation, who stepped forward and took a leap. I place my hand in Zeke's, but it still feels unnatural. If he notices, he doesn't comment. "Just call me the Stiff for now."

He chuckles and claps his hand on my shoulder. This is the land of the free. Zeke wanders off to talk to his friends, a girl who Zeke calls Shauna. I just grab onto the handlebars and stick my head out the swirling tunnel of wind outside. The adrenaline helps me block out any thoughts of my old faction.

Soon I see sounds of whooping coming from the left. I hear mutters behind me voicing my thoughts. They're jumping. Onto a roof. With a huge gap in between the train and the roof. The Dauntless born in our car push us out of the way and start leaping. It looks so natural for them. And it should be natural for me too; they're the same age as me. Eric leaps, but he stumbles and falls down. I cringe, not a good sign. But then I see the Dauntless born starting to laugh at me, I'm the only person left in my car. I close my eyes and block out any other thoughts, and jump.

I land nicely on the ground. No a scratch. I smile and raise my head high. I can do this. The Dauntless born stop laughing. Eric is glaring. I try to look down and ignore them. Then Zeke tries to break the tension, "Hey man, that was pretty good for a stiff, we should keep an eye on you more often."

I smile tentatively, this is getting creepy. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lauren whispering to some girl next to her, and they keep giggling and looking at me. This is Dauntless? But my thoughts are interrupted as an older looking Dauntless with dark skin and grey hair at his temples, "Listen up! My name is Max! I am one of the leaders of your new faction!"

I notice how quiet many of the other members are in his presence. Max continues, "As the next stage of initiation, you will be jumping the roof of this building to the entrance of our compound. Initiates go first. If you do not jump off, well, hopefully, you will. Because then you'll face the consequences of being factionless."

An Amity girl with wispy blonde hair kneels down and starts crying. Amity children are probably all too kind to belong in Dauntless. A Dauntless girl smirks and sashays up the ledge. Then her face goes white, she's about to step back when Zeke chuckles and says, "Not too cocky now, eh Shauna?"

Shauna glares back and turns to the ledge again, she takes a deep breath. She's trembling. I would be too if I was in her position. She takes a step toward the air as if it's normal ground and plunges forward. She screams and all of the initiates turn white. But then we hear her laughter, and the rest of the crowd starts cheering. Caught on by the positive energy of the people, I cheer too. Slowly, more Dauntless-born initiates approach the ledge and leap off. Each jump is awarded by a cheer. I suddenly have a yearning to be part of that. Unconsciously, I step forward. The people around me start snickering, well now I can't back down. I force myself to think of it as motivation. I am the first transfer, and I'm also a stiff. I guess it's expected. I step onto the ledge and shudder. What is in that swirling void of darkness. It's so high up. But I convince myself that everyone feels this. I close my eyes and pretend that I am just stepping on normal ground, just like Shauna. Except it isn't. The gut wrenching sensation of falling. I'm going to hit the ground and die. I can just see it. I hate it. The whole feeling. But before I know it, I hit something. It hurts. But this is not as bad as it's supposed to be. I'm not dead. It's a net. I laugh, and I hear the cheers from on top of the roof. This is great. I slide off the net. And a young man comes out to greet me.

"Hello, My name is Amar, I will be your instructor. What is your name."

I take this question more seriously than I should. I don't want everyone to know me as the traitor son of Marcus the great. I consider it, and shake my head. I don't want them to know yet.

Amar chuckles and nods, "Alright stiff, whatever you want. As long as perform well, I don't give a damn who you are," He claps a hand on my back and whispers, "Welcomes to Dauntless."

A/N: Just found out Amar was gay, well, creepy. Anyways I hope you liked the chapter, and help me comes up with names of all the other initiates! Thanks.