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Title: Secrets That We Share

Rating: T (M overall)

Word count for this chapter: 5,847

Secrets That We Share

Chapter 2: MY NAME IS TRIS

When our eyes are locked it seems like time stands still, as cheesy as it sounds. There's nothing else in this moment, only the two of us facing each other without a word, sounds around us becoming distant and irrelevant. Nothing is moving, no one is breathing.

And then it's over.

"What is your name?" Tobias asks me.

I can't answer, can't accept the fact Tobias – Tobias – is asking me what my name is.

He smiles, his face suddenly cold, not showing that he has ever known me. "Take your time," he says. "You only get to choose once."

And then I understand. We're new people. We are not the young, rebellious teenagers we were back in Abnegation. He isn't the guy I remember, probably left his old self behind at the same time he had left his faction, and he is offering me the chance to do the same – to leave Beatrice Prior, the little selfless girl from Abnegation and become someone else.

But who am I, if not Beatrice?

The memory of my aptitude test flashes in my mind. In my ears I hear Tori's strong and confident voice saying my name. I want to be like her: I want to be kind and thoughtful and overcome my fears.

I want to be Tris.

"Tris," I say.

Tobias nods, calling out loud "the first jumper is Tris!"

Applauses rise from all around me, coming from people I can't even see – my new faction.

"Welcome to Dauntless, Tris. My name is Four."

I have no time to ask him about that name because just then I hear the voice of a girl as the air leaves her lungs because she hits the net. When I turn back to the net I see Christina struggling to get out of it. She curses loudly as she takes Tobias' – Four's – hands and climbs out of it.

"You jumped!" I say.

She grins at me. "A Stiff can jump and I can't? I don't think so." I don't know why, but when she says the word "stiff" I don't feel like it's a bad thing. She turns to look at Tobias, a smile takes its place on her face as she looks him over. "Dude, you're hot."

His face stays stern and if looks could kill Christina would be dead by now. But she isn't, and finally he nods. "What's your name, Candor?"

"Christina."

"Well, Christina, I'd suggest you don't try flirting with your new instructors."

I need to fist my hands to prevent them from shaking at the frozen tone of his voice. This person is definitely not the one I know, the one who stole forbidden kisses from his secret girlfriend and felt unsecure the first time – the only time – they made love. I'm not sure I want to know this person – Four.

The next initiate to jump is the Dauntless boy who challenged me to jump, the one with the snake tattoo. His eyes are closed when he hits the net, his face pale and his hands are holding tightly the hems of his shirt.

Four smiles at him and offers him his hand, but someone else pushes his hand aside and helps his instead. His hair is the same color of brown as the initiates and his skin is just as tanned. He smiles, hugging the initiate for a moment then takes a step backwards. "I can't believe you let two girls jump before you! And one of them is a Stiff!"

"Shut up, Zeke." He scratches his nape with embarrassment but his mouth is stretched in a smile.

"Welcome back, Uriah," Four says.

As I watch the initiates hitting the net one by one and climbing out of it I count them in my mind, separating them according to their original factions. There are eleven initiates who were born Dauntless and nine transfers. Five of us are Candor-born, three from Erudite. I am the only one from Abnegation, and there are no initiates from Amity. I remember seeing one on the train – a boy with a brown sweater. He didn't make it, apparently. I hope for him he's dead, because I find it better than being factionless.

When we're all there, a woman joins Four and looks us over. "My name is Lauren," she says. "I'll be training the Dauntless-born initiates while Four will take care of the transfers. Now, those who need to come with me, follow me."

Four isn't saying anything until the last initiate disappears from our eyes. "Lauren said it but in case you didn't listen – my name is Four and I'll be in charge of your trainings. The entire initiation process will be explained to you tomorrow. Today I'm gonna show you around the place. I suggest you listen because I will not say anything twice." His eyes scan our small group. I know it isn't my imagination when his gaze lingers on me a little longer than the others, but I refuse meeting his eyes and soon he leads us out the cavern.

I don't want to be close to him, but Christina ruins my plan of staying in the back when she grabs my hand and pulls me forward so we're right behind him. She had probably saved my life doing that.

The path we climb is narrow and full of stones and without a realm, lighted by weird blue lights every once in a while. Glancing around, I see there are tens more paths like this one, each leading to different places.

Someone pushes me and I let out a scream as I fall over the edge. For a second all I can think about is my father's face when I last looked at him and how much I want to tell him I'm sorry.

And then a strong and coarse hand grabs my wrist and stops my fall, the warm fingers the only thing that's keeping me in the air. I look up to see Four on his knees, his right hand holding mine as his left is locked on the ground, steadies him. His face are a mixture of focus and effort and for a couple of seconds, as he pulls me up to the path again, I can also find something that almost looks like fear in his eyes.

When my legs find solid ground and I regain my breath this look disappears and he turns around, furious, his eyes fixed on one of the initiates. "What's your name?"

The initiate he is talking to has a shiny dark hair and wide green eyes. He is tall, but Four is taller. "Peter Hayes," he says.

I remember him. He is the guy from Erudite who called me "Stiff" when I entered my aptitude test.

"Do something like that again, Peter, and I will make sure your life here are a living hell, you understand?" When Peter nods without a word he calls louder, "We are not killing people for fun! We are not killing anyone unless it is necessary to protect the city, and this isn't your business until you're true members of this faction."

No one says a word as he turns around and continues his way up the path.

I hug my left wrist with my right hand. It hurts from the force Four has used to catch me and keep me in the air and my shoulder feels as if it was moved out of its place, but I can barely notice the pain. I can still feel his hand on mine, steady and secure as it was two years ago, familiar in its warmth but strange in its roughness. This isn't the hand of the nice, gentle boy who used to offer food for factionless people on his way home, who – I shiver a little when I think about it – lifted my shirt and traced small patterns on my stomach, on my hips.

This hand only confirms for me that this person isn't Tobias Eaton.

In the end of the path are two large metal doors. Four stands in front of them, turning to look at us. "Behind these doors is The Pit. This is the central place in the Dauntless headquarters. In this time of the day there are many people there and everyone is always curious about the new initiates, so there will be some glares.

"Remember you're Dauntless now – the clothes you wear will make it clear which faction you've come from but these aren't your factions anymore. Remember you're Daunless, and act like it."

"Why is it called The Pit?" Christina asks from my side.

Four says, "you'll see in a moment," and then he turns around and pushes the doors open, the muscles on his exposed arms showing the force he's putting into it.

A sudden wave of jealousy washes over me as I think about how two years ago I was the only one who got to see his bare arms. I can feel my face turn one shade pinker when the memory of the last time I saw them floats up behind my eyes. My body seems to remember the feeling of his hands trailing my shoulders, my arms, my stomach. I can feel the heat of his chest as it presses against me, the burn of his hands on my breasts as his mouth kisses my neck.

Christina's fist brings me back to reality when it hits me lightly on my arm. "You're not in Abnegation anymore. It doesn't matter what clothes you wear."

I nod. She thinks I'm blushing because of what he said and I have no intention to correct her.

Four leads us into The Pit and I look around. More people than I can count walk around between different shops. I see more than ten shops selling clothing items, a tattoos studio and a piercings shop. The same blue balls light the entire place, and when I look higher I see more paths climbing high. In the walls of the headquarters are "holes" in different sizes. In some of the lower ones I can see food, clothes, sheets and woods. These are storage rooms. The ceiling of The Pit is made of glass, a narrow path leading from down here to the room above the glass.

In the middle of the place there is a hole in the ground, surrounded by low and thin realm, and that's where Four leads us. He lets us a moment to take in what we see and then gestures the hole behind him.

I stand close enough to the realm to look down and understand why it is called The Pit. I can't see the bottom, but I can hear the low murmur of a river.

"This is the real pit. It is immensely high and if you fall of the edge you will definitely die. I'm showing it to you and telling you this so you remember there is a very thin line between braveness and stupidity. Don't try to impress anyone with jumping into the pit, because there won't be a net to catch you before you break every bone in your body.

"Be careful around here. People have died and people will die. Don't forget it, and don't be these people."

There is a silence then when we all take a moment to burn his words in our brains.

"It's dinner time, so I'm going to show you the way to the dining room and I suggest you remember it."

He leads us to a door in the far end of the place that opens up to a small lighted room. In the other side of the room is a white doorpost and behind the opened door I can see hundreds of people sitting around round tables and eating while chatting happily and laughing loosely, some of them shouting and some smacking others' napes. They all wear black.

Everyone raises their eyes to watch us as we follow Four to take trays and plates. Two guys stand up and applaud. Someone else joins in and soon the entire crowd cheers us and shouts as they all welcome us to the faction.

We take food and turn to find a place to sit. I follow Christina and notice too late that the place next to her that's free is also next to Four. I clench my teeth as I put down the tray and sit between them.

"Why do they call you 'Four'?" Cristina asks as she put a piece of meat in her mouth.

I do my best not to look interested in his answer as I poke my fork in the flat meat on my plate.

"I guess the first thing I should teach you is to keep your thoughts to yourself. You're not in Candor anymore."

She mutters, "you can be nicer," before looking at me and asking, "Tris, what are you doing?"

I look her in the eyes. "What is this?"

"You mean the hamburger?"

"Is that what it's called?"

She burst out in laughter. "You're not serious, right? Wait, you've never eaten a hamburger before?" she adds when I don't laugh.

"Stiffs eat plain food," Four informs her. "Here, put some ketchup on it." He passes me a bottle with red "sauce" in it.

Our fingers touch as I take the bottle from him and I feel goose bumps cover my arm. I look up, just for a second, and divert my eyes away from him almost immediately. I fight the desire to either jump on him and kiss him hard or punch him in the face and scream.

"Why's that?" Christina asks, not aware of the intense moment.

The need to answer disappears as someone puts their tray next to Four and sits down. The guy has dark, long hair and too many piercings in his face. His dark eyes scan us and his wicked smile makes me shudder. I wish he gets up and leaves right now.

"So these are the new transfer-initiates?"

"Yeah." Four isn't looking at him and I can't miss the fact he doesn't seem to like the guy's presence.

He takes a large piece of his hamburger and puts it in his mouth. "Max wants to see you, he told me to try and find you."

Four shifts uncomfortably. I wonder if the movement is so obvious to me because I already know it or because it's really that obvious. No one else seems to notice, so I guess the first option is the right one.

I don't like it. I don't want to know him better than anyone. I want to forget we've ever known each other.

"You can tell him I'm not interested in whatever job he has to offer me. I'm fine being in the control room."

"So it's another job offer?"

Four nods.

"And you're not interested? Again?"

He nods again.

"Whatever you say." I think he tries to act cool, but something in him seems to be relieved. Almost as if he was afraid of Four taking a different job.

"Who is that?" Christina asks after he leaves.

"His name is Eric. He is one of the leaders of this faction."

Christina states something about having such a young leader and Four answers something about it, but all I can think about is that if this person is a leader then maybe I have made the wrong choice. Eric doesn't seem to be the guy I'd want to see as a role model, to follow his orders.

He looks like the guy I'd want to see dead.

~8~

Six double deck beds are lined against two opposite walls of the room. On each one there is pillow, a sheet and a blanket and next to each bed are two large drawers.

"This is your bedroom," Four says. "Every morning at 8 o'clock you will be in the training room I've shown you earlier today. You will train until noon and have an hour break before you go back there. After 6 in the evening you'll be allowed to do whatever you want to do.

Whatever I want to do. The thought scares me. I was never allowed to do what I wanted to do. That was part of the reason why the relationship with Tobias was so amazing to me – because it was something I wanted to do.

"Any questions?"

"Boys and girls are going to sleep in the same room?" a tall girl from Candor asks.

"You have a problem with that?" He raises his eyebrows at her.

She shakes her head.

"Good. Bathroom's behind that door-" he gestures, "-and you can find new clothes in one of the shops in The Pit." He explains us how we're supposed to pay for things and then he leaves the room, calling above his shoulder, "Stiff!" I look at him as he motions his head toward the door and says, "follow me."

I catch Christina's eyes, finding her face curious, before following him outside. The door closes behind us but he leads me farther away from the room and the other initiates.

We are in a small niche in an abandoned hallway when he is finally satisfied with the place and the privacy.

I say nothing the entire time. I have always imagined what I would do if I saw him again. Thousands different scenarios played in my mind through the years: sometimes I screamed and shouted and punched his chest, other times I cried and demanded an explanation. Sometimes I forgave him as soon as I saw him and kissed him until my mouth went numb.

But now when I am here with him I have no idea what to say.

He touches my hair, caressing my cheek, moving his thumb over my lips. I don't realize my eyes are closed until he whispers, "Beatrice," and I open them and stare in his own. His whisper is full of longing and desire like it has never been before and I raise my hand to his hip as he leans forward and touch my lips with his, bringing up the deep feeling of need to every single nerve in my body, to each one of my veins.

And I kiss him back. I open my mouth for him and hold tight onto his shirt while he lays his hands on my neck and the back of my head to keep me attached to him and I let my tongue find his and for a few long minutes I forget everything and I just kiss him.

My body is hot and I can hear myself moaning as he sucks on my tongue, as he bites my lower lip.

"I've missed you so much."

And these words are enough to bring me back to my senses. I take my hands of him and step away as much as the small space allows me to.

When I look in his eyes they're a mix of lust and sadness and the same need I feel myself, but I depress it and shake my head.

"You left."

He nods. "I did."

"You didn't say anything before the ceremony." I don't know what I'm trying to achieve by stating the fact like this.

"No, I didn't."

His empty voice annoys me. "I cried myself to sleep every night for months!" He doesn't know what to say and I can see it on his face. "I can't do this," I say as I start walking away, back to the bedroom.

"Beatrice!" He grabs my wrist.

I shake my hand. "My name is 'Tris' now, Four," I say coldly and then I leave.

"I love you!" he calls from behind me.

I don't even look at when I reply. "So you used to say."

I've imagined this moment a thousand times, but I've never imagined the pain that comes along the way. I wipe my tears firmly and keep walking.

~8~

"What did he want?" Christina asks the moment I walk back into the room. Even though she was the one asking, everyone's eyes are on me as well.

I blush as I try to come up with an appropriate excuse. "He… uh… wanted to warn me," I finally blurt out.

"About what?" She looks suspicious.

"He thinks I don't belong here because I'm from Abnegation."

"That's not okay. He shouldn't depress you like that." Now she sounds angry.

"Leave it," I say and look around. All the bottom beds are taken, so I take an upper one. A boy named Al is on the bottom of it and Christina has the bed next to me.

When I climb into the bed and cover my body with the blanket I finally begin to feel exhaustion taking control over me. I close my eyes and listen to Christina. She lies down with her head on my side and chats about her family and her hobbies. I hum every once in a while and sometimes I throw something about myself, when it feels right.

I fall asleep soon and my dreams are about moving trains and blood on black coals, and dark blue eyes that beg for my forgiveness.

~8~

The huge training room is quiet while we're waiting for Four. One side of the room has boxing bags, the other has a line of targets and a pile of weapons in front of them. I sit next to Christina. She looks tired and yawns every few minutes, but when Four finally walks in she's wide awake.

Eric walks in right behind him and my heart sinks to my stomach. I can't get rid of the bad feeling rising inside me whenever I see him.

"If anyone here is still sleeping, wake yourself right now." He gestures in Eric's direction. "For those of you who don't know it yet, this is Eric and he is one of the five leaders of this faction. He will be here to watch your training and estimate your skills in the first stage if the initiation."

Eric steps forward and takes the lead. "Listen carefully 'cause I'm about to explain to you how your initiation is going to go.

"There are twenty initiates at the moment – nine of you and eleven Dauntless-born who practice with Lauren. In the end of this initiation there will be only ten new members in this faction."

No one says anything as his words sink in and he continues, that wicked smile wide on his face as his fingers play with the piercing on his eyebrow. "There are three stages to this initiation: the first is a physical training – you will learn to use weapons and to fight. The first stage will take three weeks during which you will be ranked according to the skills you show. In the end of it the four initiates with the lowest ranking will be dropped from the faction. It is possible that all four initiates will be from this group, it is possible they will be from the other group. It doesn't matter where you were born, only where you are ranked."

"What will happen to those who fail?" The question comes from a small Erudite girl with dark hair and soft features.

"You will join the factionless. Do whatever you want there, it's not my business."

"What are the rankings for?" This time it's the Candor girl asking, Molly.

"In the end of the initiation, the higher you're ranked the better job you can choose. The one ranked first chooses first, the last chooses last.

"Back to the initiation: in the second stage you and the other group will be combined. It will be am emotional stage and that's all I can tell you. You will know more if and when you get there.

"The third stage will be mostly mental, and a combination of the first two stages. It will have the highest weight on your ranking. In the end of it we will choose the best ten among you and they will join us. The others will leave."

I realize his smile is mocking us as he observes our reactions. I understand perfectly: even if I go through the entire initiation, I might not have a place in here.

Instead of feeling intimidated I feel stronger. I will prove everyone I belong with Dauntless.

"Good luck."

Four starts talking again. "Today you will learn to use these guns over there. Everyone get up and grab one."

I walk toward the "shelves" of weapons and grab one. It isn't as heavy as it looks like. While we all take a weapon and go back to stand in front of Four, Eric walks to stand in the side. His eyes scan everything, probably checking every one of us.

Four instructs us to put the strap holding the weapon on our necks and under one arm. He grabs a gun himself.

"This-" he raises the weapon in the air, "-is a short M16 and the most common weapon in Dauntless. You're going to learn how to use it and when to use it.

"There are three stances you can use while shooting this: standing, crouching and lying on the ground. Each stance is good in different occasions, and that's the first thing I will teach you." He sounds so sure in his words, so confident in his actions. I only feel scared as I hold the black weapon.

"The more places you touch the ground, the steadier you are. Therefore, the optimal way to shoot is lying on the ground. This is good, however, only when you have enough time to lie down before your enemy gets you, so you can do it only when you are far from your target.

"In order to switch to lying stance as fast as you can, you crouch-" he demonstrates, crouches down. I notice he keeps his weapon aimed to a place where no one stands. "-bring your hand between your knees-" he puts his left hand on the ground, "-and send your legs back." He makes a small jump to send his legs to the ground.

"Make sure your legs are spread in 90 degrees and flat against the ground. The stronger leg should be parallel with the shooting hand. If you use your right hand to pull the trigger, your left leg should be in 90 degrees with it.

"You touch the weapon in five places: first, you hold the handle with five fingers; second, your cheek presses against the butt; third, the cartridge touches your forearm; fourth, the weapon's butt is against the part between your shoulder and your collarbone; fifth, you use the weaker hand to steady the weapon by holding it where I am.

"In order to get up you put your hand on the ground again and jump so you crouch again. Don't use your knees to do that, and keep the weapon straight all the time. Once you're crouching you rise up as fast as you can." He demonstrates this as well, his knees are of the ground in one swift movement and he rises up.

He shows us more things before we start practice: he shows us how to look through the small hole he calls "sights" and how to load the weapon, how to switch it from safe mode to shooting mode and he tells us to "never switch to automatic weapon! This is something you will never need to use!"

He shows us the other two stances, demonstrating how to stand or in what angle our feet should be. There is a lot to remember.

Finally we start practicing.

He gives every one of us small earplugs. "These will block most of the noise, but you will still be able to hear. If your earplug falls, you stop shooting and scream 'stop'! Hearing the noise without plugs can turn you deaf! Listen to me, and listen carefully: once someone's calls 'stop', you stop shooting, lock your weapon, and wait for me to tell you that you can fire again."

Each one of us stands in front of a target and we wait for his order.

"Remember, your weapon is sixty degrees into the air when you load it. When I give the order you shoot until you run out of bullets, then you take a new cartridge." His voice is muffled by the plugs in my ears but I can still hear him. "Ready? Fire!"

I try to mimic his actions from before, to look through the sight and find the middle of the target. I feel afraid to pull the trigger. There is silence when everyone waits for someone else to shoot first.

When the first bullet is being fired I jump with shock. The sound is so strong, like an explosion. But it makes everyone else lose their fear and soon we're all shooting. The first time I shoot I am not ready for the force pushing me back and I stumble a few steps back. I'm not the only one. When I look to the sides I see no one succeeds to hit the target.

"Stay steady! Don't breathe as you pull the trigger! Stop!"

We all turn to look at him. He takes a place in front of a target and stand like he had shown us earlier. "Steady body, slow breathes. When you're on target you stop breathing. You need to aim a little beneath the real spot you're trying to hit."

He aims his weapon, closing one eye, and pulls the trigger. The bullet hits the middle of the target.

~8~

We all manage to hit the target by the end of the morning session, but no one hits it close to the middle.

At lunch I sit with Christina and Al, and a boy from Erudite joins us. He introduces himself as Will and Christina smacks him. "We already know you! Well, I do. We studied math together. Al too." She turns to look at me. "No offence, but I have no idea whether we had classes together. I can never tell the difference between Abnegation kids."

"It's okay," I say.

I am too aware of Four's presence in the room, of his eyes on me from across the room, but I refuse to look in his direction.

My ears are still ringing from the shooting and my hands hurt from the effort. I'm afraid to think of what's to come next today.

"Tris, are you listening?" Christina nudges me.

"What?"

She shakes her head dramatically. "Al and I were thinking to get a tattoo this evening. And we need some new clothes. Do you want to join? Your Abnegation clothes catch too much attention here."

I smile, happy to find a distraction. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

~8~

After lunch we learn to shoot a handgun, which is a lot easier than the M16 but still hard. Aiming the weapon at the target is a lot harder because there isn't a sight, but the push back is smaller.

Four walks between us, fixing our stances and checking our progress. He stops next to me and the next thing I know is his hand is on my stomach. "Find your center, stop breathing. Breathing makes you move. Steady yourself. Hold the gun tight with both arms. Keep both eyes open."

I can barely register what he's saying as the touch of his hand sends me waves of heat.

When he walks back I take a deep breath and keep the air inside. I focus my eyes on the target and shoot. The bullet hits the outer circle.

"Great. Now work on aiming better."

I take the gun down and turn to look at him, but he's already talking to Will.

~8~

I take a shower when we finish training for the day. Christina suggests holding up a towel for me when she sees me moving uncomfortably, and I thank her with a small smile and a blush on my cheeks.

We go together to eat dinner. While we're sitting in the Dauntless cafeteria I remember the private quiet meals with my parents and brother in Abnegation. A sudden wave of trembling takes over me as I imagine my parents alone around the dinner table.

I fight away the tears. I shouldn't be thinking about them.

But I can't stop. They're my parents.

We finish eating and I remain silent. It's only when we're on our way to the tattoos studio that I speak again. "I think I'm gonna get a tattoo as well," I say, surprising them.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "Yeah, I mean… I'm a Dauntless now, right? Besides, I've always wanted a tattoo."

We arrive at the tattoos studio and she starts flipping through the pages with tattoos ideas along with Will and Al.

"Tris!"

I search for the voice and see Tori smiling at me. "Hi," I smile back at her. "You're working here?"

She nods. "You want to get a tattoo?"

"I think, but I don't know what."

"Take your time thinking. Tattoos are permanent."

On the studio's walls are pictures of different things. I see pictures of people, of animals, of different views. One picture shows water that reach all the way to the horizon. I've always imagined a place with so much water you couldn't fit a lake in it, so much water you could sail them forever. I am hypnotized to this picture.

Christina informs me that she has chosen a tattoo and she sits on a stool in front of a man with body full of them before he closes the curtain, but I am still looking at the picture. In the skies above the sea are three black birds.

I reach my hands to touch them. They look free. Sometimes I wish I were a bird. I wish I could spread my wings and fly, leave this city and the people and just fly until I can't do it anymore.

I think about my family. Are they missing me as much as I miss them?

I look at Tori. "I want birds," I say. "Do you have pictures of birds I could choose from?"

She nods and brings me a folder full of birds' pictures. I turn the pages until one bird catches my eye. It is black and looks noble. "What's this bird?" I ask Tori.

She looks over my shoulder and smiles. "A raven. Beautiful, isn't it? The raven symbolizes death in some cultures, but in others people used to worship it."

I touch the picture. "Can you draw three ravens for me? Flying?" I ask her.

"Sure," she says. "Where do you want it?"

I touch my collarbone, above my heart. "Here," I say.

Two hours later, when Christina and I say goodbye to Will and Al and go searching for new clothes, I have a new tattoo: three ravens flying on my collarbone. I think of each one as one of my family members, trying to fly away and leave me behind. Or maybe I imagine how I let them go, how I stop missing them.

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