We sat together in silence. As I looked around me, I saw Will, Edward, and Myra. Fellow Erudite transfers. I serenely watched the city fly past, not expecting what was to come. About 30 minutes into the ride, I saw Dauntless leaping from the train onto a rooftop. 'If I time it just right, I can make it,' I thought as I estimated the distance between the train and the roof. As our compartment passed by the rooftop, I got up and prepared myself, jumping at the time I deemed correct. I landed quite well, if I say so myself. Of course I did. I didn't spend all that time studying for nothing.
When I looked behind me, I could see Beatrice and Christina holding hands and jumping together. The train continued away from the rooftop, carrying several frightened transfers, now factionless, into the distance.
I turned my attention back to a man standing on one of the ledges and learned that he was Max, one of our faction leaders. When he told us that we were expected to jump of a ledge, everyone was shocked. Beatrice was the first one to step forward and jump. One by one, we all followed her lead.
"They're not going to just kill us all off," I said to myself repeatedly as I stepped onto the ledge. However, all rationality went out of the window as I jumped and plummeted towards the ground. It was a relief when I finally hit the net that caught me. I hated being out of control.
After all the initiates had decided to "jump to their doom," we were split into two groups: Dauntless-born and transfers. While the Dauntless-born left, us transfers were introduced to our instructor: Four. He gave us a tour that ended in the dining hall.
I somehow ended up sitting at a table with not only Christina and Beatrice, who now called herself Tris, but also Four. We were enjoying ourselves when suddenly, the cafeteria grew quiet. I turned around and saw a face I almost didn't recognize. When Christina asked about him, I already expected Four's answer. The man who had walked in was Eric, one of the Dauntless leaders. His cold gaze scanned the room, stopping only when his eyes land on our table, glossing over everybody except Four. He walked towards our table, causing Christina and Tris to tense up.
"Hey sis, I didn't know you transferred in," he said, before dropping into the seat next to Four. Yup. That's right. I'm the little sister of Eric, the ruthless Dauntless leader. Shocking isn't it? I could practically feel the shock and disbelief emanating from Tris, Christina, and Four as they stared at me.
"That's because you didn't come to the Choosing Ceremony," I accused my older brother, glaring at him. Other people may have been afraid of him, but I certainly wasn't. Sure, we grew up arguing with each other, but when it came down to it, he had always been protective of me.
The rest of dinner was tense. I could tell right away that Four wanted absolutely nothing to do with Eric. After a tense conversation, Eric got up. "See ya later," he said to me before he turned and walked away.
"I can't believe you guys are related. Your personalities are so different!" Christina exclaimed as soon as Eric disappeared from view.
I couldn't help but smirk. Of course we didn't seem related. Other than the fact that we both had dark hair and dark eyes, we were nothing alike. My brother was not known for his oh so wonderful personality.