It was amazing that we had covered more than three miles, parkouring across the ruined rooves of the buildings that now remained.

I guess we'll be doing a lot of it again, very soon. It was exhilarating and fun and I wouldn't regret feeling this free again. The jumps, the flips, the balance, the sprint all of it provided me with a sense of freedom and relief that I hadn't known before. It was refreshing.

Sports in general was something new to me, but I was enjoying parkouring. Being in abnegation, we had been told that sports resulted in a waste of energy and time, all that was required was a bit of exercising now and then, to maintain proper health and it was all that Abnegations indulged in.

Little exercising only made me antsy and, thus I found my relief in running, opting to do it often in my free time, covering the factionless residential areas, after sneaking out of the abnegation residential block. As a result of which I knew the place only too well for my mother's liking but I couldn't help it, it was among the most exciting things that I could do.

All the merriment came to a stop when we were faced with the next challenge, all it was, was a big dark opening on the roof of an old tall building, resembling nothing but a deep dark pit,because staring down in it we were met with nothing but a toneless black.

'Wow! Dauntless are a weird bunch... And now I am a part of them so ,...we are a weird bunch... , so long they.. No..We.. pretended to be a band of howling, jumping monkeys and now here we are becoming jumping jacks.'

I thought, the words dripping sarcasm.

"Hello! In.." Stan was about to continue when I interrupted him," parkouring monkeys!" in a hushed tone.

The group around me burst into a laughter but poor Stanny was unaware of what was going on. So far we had been too busy laughing, to pay any attention to his words.

"What's wrong with you initiates?"

He asked, fury lacing his words.

This snapped us to attention.

"What are you all snickering about?"

He continued.

"Celebrating the last probable moments of their lives."

Replied someone snarkily, with no attempt to hide themselves .

Glancing towards the general direction of the source of the voice , Stan dared them to repeat the words.

"What guarantee do we have that after doing this, we'll be alive?"

Came the answer, from a pale, lanky boy, with jet black hair, dressed in black and white, a Candor transfer initiate, who stepped into the forefront challenging Stan with a stare of the own.

"You don't, and if I were you, I'd treat the leader of the faction with more respect."

Replied Stan strictly before turning away and continuing.

"So any of you chickens have the guts to drop yourself down the hole?"

Nobody uttered a word or made a sound, the stillness agitated me and added to my nervousness.

The tension was thick in the air and Stan's sinister smile only grew, staring at us, as time passed.

Not being able to handle my nerves anymore, I donned on my mask of sarcasm, and stepped towards the edge of the hole..

"You'll be the one I'll haunt if I die, Stanny."

I told the leader before taking three steps back and then hurling myself into the unknown.

Instead of splattering my innnards across a probable coarse hard surface, I realized that I landed on a net, as the woven fibres threatened to cut into my skin, and all too soon, I tumbled down on something springy and spongy.

I was surprised but glad that I was alive, and took my own sweet time getting up, only to notice that I had completely overlooked the hand that had been stretched forward to probably help me up.

It belonged to a person who stood hidden in the darkness, and the surrounding was awfully quiet.

"What, no welcome? No cheers? I just survived that fall! Thats disappointing!"

I stated.

Following which sounded a chuckle, and then many, among them were some laughs as well as some whistles.There were many people in to shadows, I realized, only to be distracted by a movement, the man, stepped out of the shadow, and said,

"Hello, first jumper, I am Ivan Zeklos one of the dauntless leaders, and may we know who you are?"

"I am..."

I began, when he interrupted me,

whispering,

"Its your first and last chance at making an impression, so speak wisely."

"Rose."

I stated.

"only Rose?"

He enquired.

"Yes, only Rose."

I concluded firmly.

Taking one of my hands in his he raised it, announcing, and jesturing towards me

"First jumper- Rose! Beware her thorns everyone !"

And him joking around, set me at enough ease to demonstrate an exaggerated bow, that caused the crowd to start cheering and hollering around, with my name being tossed around very frequently among the ongoing conversations.

Being the first jumper had its perks and was a matter of honour among the dauntless, but one of its several drawbacks included, standing in the dark while the others gathered enough courage to complete the task at hand.

The task was mostly boring, except for some, that were hilarious, it included the lanky boy from candor, who had been scared enough to become pale like a ghost, and after landing on the net he froze and some dauntless members had to pry him away, while another girl with cropped blonde hair, from Amity screamed her lungs out even after having landed on the net, poor Ivan was having a hard time with the new initiates.

It was while the event was on, I noticed something change in the crowd, something was happening. When Ivan was informed, he signalled others, who left with a seriousness enough to convince me about the truth of my assumption.

The sudden movement of something or somebody behind me momentarily distracted me. It was a person leaving, with the mentioned group.

He was tall, really tall with hair longer than other men was the only thing that I could figure out in the darkness.

He had been so quiet and well hidden, that I hadn't even been aware of his presence until moments ago.