Yeah I know where have I been, what the hell? It's been forever. Yeah. My bad. Sorry.

Chapter 2

"Listen up! My name is Max!" An older man states. His voice booming over the group, it was a voice of power, a voice that made sure you didn't question who the superior was. He jumped onto the ledge with ease. "Behind me, several level down is our members entrance. If you can't muster the will to jump, you don't belong here. Transfers first." He grins looking towards our multicolored group.

"Is there water at the bottom?" An Erudite questions.

"Who knows?" Max shrugs, as though our safety was none of his concern. To be fair it probably wasn't.

I search the group, looking for someone who showed the confidence to be the first. But all I saw where people trying to hide in plain sight, trying to busy themselves in minute tasks as if too busy to take the plunge. As I try to see even the slightest bravery in one of us. I catch Uriah's watching eyes. He wiggles his eyebrows provocatively. And as they move I can almost hear him say-

Go on stiff. I dare you.

I give him my most confident smile in return, which if honest wasn't much and try to surface a wink. And by Uriahs taunt or maybe my own will. I feel my voice pipe up.

"I'll go first."

Max's eyes widen ever so slightly, only for a second but I catch it as I march to his side.

Laughs and digs begin as I look down. Seeing no ground, only a drop that seems to go on forever.

"Oh the stiff, this'll be good." An Erudite snicker to his friend.

"Funny." I hear Uriah chip in, arms folded. "Never thought I'd see someone brag about a stiff being braver than them."

The Dauntless initiates start howling brashly as Uriah gives me a cunning wink. Pointing his head towards the ledge.

I take a deep breath as I force both feet on the ledge. And I don't allow myself to think, to fear I just lunge off of the edge.

The sensation of falling through the air felt like being caressed by the wind, felt electrifying. I may have enjoyed it. If I wasn't worried about plummeting to my death. There was air, oh so much air and then suddenly it all vanished from my body. As I hit something. Hard. I tried to gain my breath as the material began to cradle me. A net. Of course there was a net. I let out a retched giggle as my head began to swarm.

I just jumped off of a building.

A really tall building.

I try to calm down, as hands wave for my attention, but I fail and the giggles keep coming and I crawl towards the closest pair and am pulled to the sanctity of solid ground.

A tan boy stands in front of me, with questioning eyes.

"A stiff really?" He says with an arched brow.

Another giggle escapes me. Causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"I don't know what you're laughing about. You just lost me twenty points."

"I just jumped off a building." I beam, still drunk with adrenaline.

He shakes his head with a mischievous smile on his lips. "Yeah I know. I was there."

"Zeke! Name?" A rumbling voice orders.

"Well if you'd give me a minute." Zeke waves off. "I was getting to it."

"Well get to it!"

"Okay god. No need for the temper Four." Zeke snarks. Before turning back to me. "So what's your name stiff?"

"Uhm. Beatrice." I reply.

"Oh no. No no no." He states with disgust. "That is way too long and too..." He pauses to consider. "Stiffy. Yep too stiffy."

"We'll it's my name." I shrug back agitated.

"Zeke!" Four growls impatiently.

"Oh my god. Four. It's Tris okay? Will that suffice your busy schedule?"

Four pays no attention to Zekes remark. "First jumper. Tris!"

"Tris?" I say scrunching my nose.

"Yeah." Zeke replies nonchalantly. "Short and sweet. I mean hey you got the short part down."

My mouth hangs agape. "Excuse me?"

"No need." He says holding up his hand. "I'm leaving anyway."

He turns, walking away. With a mutter. "I was sure it'd be a candor."

And all I could think was. What an ass.