A/N: Alright, initiates! Here is chapter two! Lucky for you, I already have a few chapters pre-written. Keep reviewing! It makes me want to continue!
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Chapter 2 *2 years later*: The Choice
I lay in bed thinking about my aptitude test result. I got Abnegation, Erudite, and Dauntless. I am not selfless enough for Abnegation, I have been raised to be wary of Erudite. I have no particular opinion about Dauntless, except that they are free.
I have always wanted to be free. Free to talk at dinner. Free to run. But we can't do those things in Abnegation.
I know I will not be happy in Abnegation. But where would I belong?
In the choosing ceremony, we sit quietly, while the other factions talk and laugh. Caleb takes my had and squeezes it. Then Marcus Eaton calls his name. "Caleb Prior."
I watch as Caleb walks up to the bowls. He takes the knife and slices his palm. He holds his hand over the bowl containing the water for Erudite.
He chose Erudite! I could not believe it. He was so selfless. 'I could do it,' I think. 'I could be the child who stays.' But then I think 'If Caleb can't do it, how would I do it?'
"Beatrice Prior." Marcus calls. I stand, although I can't feel my legs. I walk up to the bowls and take my knife. I slice my hand and hold it over the smooth stones for Abnegation.
The amount of dread that fills me is astounding. That's when I know Abnegation is not my choice. I jerk my hand to the Dauntless coals instead. My blood sizzles as it hits the coals. Everyone is murmuring quietly. The Dauntless cheer. I walk toward them. I can't look at my parents. I sit with the other initiates.
When the ceremony ends I get up and look at my parents one last time.
My father is angry. Beside him, my mother is smiling.
I take off running with the rest of the Dauntless initiates, down the stairs.
We keep running. Down the street, toward the train tracks, I realize. We line up and wait. I minute later, the train comes. People are jumping on. I run as fast as I can and launch myself into the last car. I craw away from the door and sit next to a Candor girl.
"Hi. My name is Christina." She says.
"I'm Beatrice." I say.
We sit for a while. I wonder mildly what I've gotten myself into.
The initiates are getting off.
I take Christina's hand.
"One. Two. Three!"
I drag her behind me and we jump. We land in gravel. I look up. A lean man with greasy black hair, and piercings all over his face was standing by the ledge.
"My name is Eric. I am one if the leaders of Dauntless. You are all here to get into Dauntless. The way in is to jump." He practically sneers.
"Is there water at the bottom, or something?" An Erudite boy asks.
"You'll just have to see." Eric sneers.
"As usual, we offer the chance to go first to our initiates. So come on, whose it gonna be?"
"Me." I said after a minute. "I'll do it."
I made my way to the ledge. I took my jacket off.
"Yeah, Stiff! Take it off!" A candor boy says. "Put it back on..."
I ball my jacket up and hurl it at the boy. Then I climb on the ledge. I look down. Then I jump.
The fall feels instantaneous, but then I hit something hard. A net. I grab it and pull myself up. I see a hand and I grab it. The person pulls me across. It's a boy. He has brown hair and dark blue eyes. His hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me and places me on the ground.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
"It's Bea-." I don't know why I hesitate, but 'Beatrice' just doesn't sound right anymore.
"You can pick a new one if you want," He says. "But make it good. You don't get to pick again."
"Tris." I say firmly.
"Make the announcement, Four," a girl instructor says.
"First jumper- Tris!" Four says. Then he looks down at me and smiles a little. "Welcome to Dauntless."
I gasp. I know him, I realize. It's hard to forget the blue of his eyes. It's hard to forget the first person you were intimate with, even if you were just tending to his wounds. I remember like it was yesterday. His yelp. His bloody back. How he rolled onto his belly because the pain is his back was to much to bear...
"Tobias," I whisper. He doesn't hear me. Tobias was now pulling Christina across. I stand lost in my memories.
Someone snaps their fingers in my face. "Hey, Stiff!" Tobias says loudly. "You gonna come with us, or not?"
I blush, and hurry up. I keep close to Tobias. Probably not a good idea, but I feel connected to him in a way that feels intimate.
It's ridiculous. He doesn't even remember me.
He's talking.
"I regularly work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor. My name is Four."
"Four, you mean like the number?" Christina asks.
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Tobias/ Four asks. He sounds intimidating. Not at all like the boy I had seen limping around his room.
"No." Christina answers.
"Good." Four says. I cringe. Is Tobi even in that head of Four's?
"We are about to enter the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It-"
"The Pit? Clever name." Christina snorts.
Four walks toward her. His limp is gone, obviously. I back up.
"What's your name, initiate?" He asks. His voice is almost deadly. The image of the look on his face when I entered his room when he was holding the chair floats in front of my eyelids
"Christina." She said.
"Well, Christina. If I wanted to put up with Candor smart mouths I would have joined their faction. The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?"
She nodded, unable to talk.
I glared at Tobias. It wasn't a dark glare, but a glare of disappointment.
He didn't see it.
Four continued talking to us, but I was to lost in what could have possibly changed the Tobi I knew, to the Four, where I couldn't even find a Tobias.