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CHAPTER 21

FOUR POV

Choosing Day. The day where I get to put my Four the scary instructor face on and scare the shit out of the transfer initiates. It's a lot of fun. Of course I'm not really like that with my friends but with the initiates I enjoy scaring them. Although last year I think I may have gone a bit far, I scared an Amity transfer and he actually wet his pants. Might need to tone it down just a little this year.

But I also want the initiates to take joining our faction seriously, most of them will end up in dangerous jobs and they need to know what they are doing. Otherwise they should have picked another faction. It sounds harsh but it could save their lives.

They have given Lauren the job of training the Dauntless-borns, I think dad is frightened that if I train them that we would spend too much time having fun. Especially with Uriah, Marlene and Lynn choosing this year. We all know they will stay in Dauntless, although Zeke has been freaking out all week that Uriah would leave, he nearly drove me nuts. Plus the Dauntless-born all know most of the first stage of training anyway. There is usually only one or two who aren't competent. So I get the job of whipping the newbie's up to Dauntless standards as quickly as possible.

I arrive at the net to find Lauren is already standing there. "Ready for this year's new arrivals Four?" she asks.

"As ready as I can be Lauren," I say.

"Try not to scare them too much this year," she says with a smile on her face.

This makes me laugh. "I am always going to be remembered as the instructor who made an initiate wet himself aren't I?"

Lauren is laughing too now, "Yes you are Four, yes you are," she says. "Maybe you can come over and scare some of the Dauntless-born for me."

"As if Uriah, Marlene and Lynn would take me seriously."

"They haven't seen you in scary mode, it might work on them," she says. "They should be jumping soon. Bet you it's one of my Dauntless-borns."

"It's always a Dauntless-born. No bet."

I would be shocked if it wasn't a Dauntless-born. I expect it to be a Dauntless-born. I would think it would be between Lynn and Uriah, they both know what's at the bottom. They snuck in to see Shauna and Zeke when they landed when we had to jump. We only use this entrance once a year, on Choosing Day.

But it's not a black streak like I was expecting, it's gray. For a second I am amazed, flashes of memories that are from another life time are rushing through my mind. Marcus, Evelyn and Beatrice. Beatrice the only happy memory I have from a place that clouds my nights with horrific nightmares. Then I put my hand out, into the net, so she can reach it.

She wraps her fingers around mine, and I pull her across. As she tumbles over the side, I grab her arms to steady her. She's small, and thin—fragile-looking, like the impact with the net should have shattered her. Her eyes are wide and bright blue. She reminds me of Beatrice and for the smallest of moments I am hoping it is her.

"Thank you," she says. She may look fragile, but her voice is steady. Just like I would imagine Beatrice would be at this age. My thoughts are interrupted by Lauren.

"Can't believe it," Lauren says. "A Stiff, the first to jump? Unheard of."

"There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," I say.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Um . . ." She hesitates and it makes me wonder what the story is behind this beautiful girl with such bright blue eyes.

"Think about it," I say, smiling a little. "You don't get to pick again."

"Tris," she says. Which makes my heart sink. I was really hoping that she was Beatrice. But I suppose it is just a childhood fantasy that I would be able to be reunited with Beatrice. As much as I never thought either one of us was cut out for Abnegation, I do know how much she loved her family. I remember how warm and loving her mother had been to me. So even though I know Beatrice would have loved Dauntless I have to remind myself that even though there are still a lot of initiates to jump it is very unlikely that any of them would be Beatrice.

"Tris," Lauren says. "Make the announcement, Four."

"First jumper—Tris!"

Everyone cheers and as the sound fills the cavern, another initiate plummets into the net with a blood-curdling scream. A girl dressed in Candor black and white. This time, Lauren is the one to reach across the net to help her. I touch a hand to Tris's back to guide her toward the stairs, in case she's not as steady as she seems. Before she takes the first step, I say, "Welcome to Dauntless.

I have nine initiates this year. Once all the initiates have jumped I am disappointed that Beatrice isn't here. I had always hoped she would have found her way back to me. Even though I don't know how I would have ever been able to explain to her what had happened and the reason that she had had to think I was dead. Another part of me, and it is only a really small part, is relieved she isn't here. I doubt she would ever be able to forgive me for deceiving her like I had. But mostly I wish she was here. I have always missed her.

Lauren and I walk the initiates down the dark hallway toward the Pit doors.

"This is where we divide," Lauren says, when she reaches the doors. "Dauntless-borns are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place."

Once they are gone I say, "Most of the time I work in leadership, but for the next few weeks, I'm your instructor. My name is Four."

One of the Candor girls speaks up. "Four? Like the number?"

"Yes," I say, through gritted teeth. "Is there a problem?" Same question as last year. The Candor are predictable.

"No," the girl says.

"Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It—"

The Candor girl interrupts again. "The Pit? Clever name."

Now I'm just irritated. The Candor can't just keep their mouths shut. Time to put on a show. I move toward her and when I am inches from her I lean in close to her face and stare at her for a few seconds, until I see her smile falter.

"What's your name?" I ask, keeping my voice quiet.

"Christina," she says.

"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction," I say. "The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?"

She nods. God I hope she got it. I don't think I could stand any more crap from transfers today. I show them around without any more interruptions and then tell them they can grab some food in the dining hall.

The dining hall is full today. Always is on Choosing Day. I find a table and sit down. My usual table is already full although I can't see any of my friends there. I see Zeke waving at me from another table so I go and sit with him.

"Man, this place is crazy today. There are a heap of cool parties we can go to tonight," Zeke says.

"I have an early start with the initiates tomorrow, so no parties for me tonight," I say.

"When has that stopped you Four?"

"They are learning to fire guns tomorrow morning, I don't need a hangover and gunfire all at the same time," I say.

"Good point," says Zeke.

Then I see Tris sit next to me. She has Christina sitting on her other side. "And who are these lovely ladies Four?" Zeke asks.

If only Shauna was here, he wouldn't be asking who they were in this flirty voice if she was around. She would kick his butt. "This is Tris and Christina," I say.

Before Zeke can give them his big warm Dauntless welcome I hear Christina. "You've never had a hamburger before?" she says.

"No," Tris says. "Is that what it's called?"

"Stiffs eat plain food," I say. Remembering the nights I had to cook for Marcus when I could hardly reach the hot plate. The food was bland and the whippings for not cooking it to his liking were frequent.

"Why?" Christina asks.

"Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary," she says.

"No wonder you left," says Zeke.

"Yeah." Tris rolls her eyes. "It was just because of the food."

I am trying not to smile. It isn't often you will find a sarcastic Abnegation.

"So why did you leave?" Zeke asks.

"Really?" Tris asks. Sounding surprised that anyone would want to know why.

Zeke and Christina both nod. I am thinking yes, I would like to know but I don't want her to know that.

"Well," Tris starts. "When I was seven I had a best friend and I said something really, really horrible to him. Anyway before I could apologise he was murdered. And I knew when that happened that I was too selfish to belong in Abnegation. Because someone truly selfless would never have said those words to him in the first place."

"What did you say?" Christina asks.

"I told him I hated him," she says.

"Hey! Watch it man," yells Zeke. I have spat my mouth full of water all over him. I can't believe this. Not only is this Beatrice but it is my fault she is here. I feel like I'm about to throw my meal up all over everyone.

"Sorry," I say. "Can you do me a favour? Can you show the initiates to the dormitory and tell them they need to be in the training room at 8am?" I hope he can. I have jumped up from the table and rushed out of the dining hall as quickly as my feet will carry me.

ZEKE POV

I don't know what has gotten into Four but I now need a shower from him giving me a shower. I gather the initiates up and as we are walking out of the dining hall I hear Christina.

"Is that a game of Snakes and Ladders on the rock climbing wall?" She asks.

This makes me laugh, I walk over to her and I say, "Yeah it sure is. Four and I made that when we were eleven. We got in so much trouble for it, but we have had a lot of fun with it."

"I didn't think Four would know how to have fun," she says.

"Well he does. He's a good guy. My brother Uriah woke up the day after Four and I finished our initiation upside down hanging from the wall, it was hilarious. They told us we decided to play a game that night. But neither of us remembers we partied so hard. We just keep hearing the stories from other people at how cool we were that night."

"Oh, so Fours' a bad boy, is that it?" Christina asks.

"Well what Dauntless guy could you imagine ever being good?" I say, with a big grin on my face.