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When Eric and Max cornered me in the control room just before the end of my shift last week I knew whatever they wanted to ask of me couldn't be good - so when they revealed that they thought I would be a good fit for instructing this year's initiates I initially refused. 

'It's not my cup of tea.' I said simply. 'I work best away from people.' was what I said next.

But I know better than anyone that Eric and certainly Max don't take 'no' from anyone.

Even so, I know I have only myself to blame as I stand here at the net, patiently awaiting the first jumper.

Those things I told Max and Eric, they aren't lies, not exactly, but they aren't the whole truth either.

For months Max and Eric have been in kahoots to try and get me to sign on as a Dauntless leader - to become their puppet figure head is more like it - and they both have to know I would never go for that, yet they asked me anyway and at a time where I could have let my tiredness after a long day's shift ruin my judgement.

That is likely what they think about the encounter. 'We got him!' I'm sure they whispered to each other like giddy schoolgirls after leaving me alone.

Little do they know, this is a battle I am comfortable letting them win.

I can play this part - standing here with my arms folded, tense even though I've been in this area before on my own Choosing Day two years ago. I can train the initiates and make a mark on them that will hopefully be more powerful than all the bull they'll pick up here.

And then I'll be on my way.

I hear the air being split by a body before I see it.

Or see her is more like it.

She's just a blur of gray and then she's in the net trying to regain her breath and is she smiling?

Gray...Abnegation gray.

My first thought is that she must have been pushed, but the smile on her face suggests otherwise and already I'm acting on my intrigue and adding to the hands reaching into the net to help her out.

And to my surprise, she grabs on.

I'm helping her out a moment later - she's so light, what the heck went through her head and compelled her to jump? - and I make sure she's upright on the ground before letting her go; this might be Dauntless but I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, least of all this girl...this Stiff. 

I didn't even jump first.

She has a narrow face, wide, round eyes and a long, thin nose and she's taking in her surroundings. Based on the wonderment on her face I can tell she likes what she sees - this gives me hope that is finally starting to replace the twisted feeling in my gut at what could be awaiting a girl like her here.

Lauren says something about it being unheard of that an Abnegation transfer would jump first and I work hard to keep my cheeks from heating in front of them both.

Who is this girl? This girl who has made history?

I don't know yet but I want to find out.

"There's a reason she left." I tell Lauren, coming to her defense even though I don't mean to, and the side eye I cut her makes her shrug before her attention is back on the net - another initiate has jumped.

"What's your name?" I ask and find myself searching for possible variations in my head of what her name might be. Her eyes have stopped searching and are finally on mine, staring me down even though I know she doesn't mean to do it. Her face is young for someone of 16 and it makes all her expressions look almost childish - but her eyes...the fire in her spirit can't hide behind those.

She hesitates and I recall my own Choosing Day and the deep feeling within in me to shed the name given to me by the past I'd left. That same feeling is the one I can detect in her body language right now and I want to help her out.

"Think about it." I can't stop the smile that has crept onto my face at our similarities from spreading across my lips and I find myself hoping she doesn't think I'm laughing at her. "You don't get to pick again."

After a few more moments of silence and her eyebrows creasing on her pale forehead as she thinks, she has her answer.

"Tris." It comes out in a firm voice, one that's at odds with her physical appearance but by now I should have come to terms with the fact that how she looks has no bearing on what she does and what hides behind her youthful exterior.

I'm staring for a beat too long before I remember that I have to announce her to all the people watching this occasion behind me and Lauren notices because she says, "Time to announce her, Four."

I realize that without meaning to she's put my name out in the open and a bit of that old anxiety rises within me from my own days as an initiate and all the things my new name helped me to hide behind.

I wonder what her past name was and then realize it doesn't matter.

This is who she is now.

"First jumper - Tris!" With my head turned towards everyone else I yell out, my voice echoing off the rocks and wood that house us all at Dauntless just as another scream sounds from the hole and I hear the sound of the net snapping from the weight of another initiate.

And then I turn back to the first jumper, the girl that has shed her Abnegation identity faster than I've ever seen anyone leave their old faction behind - something that impresses me more than it should - and say, "Welcome to Dauntless."

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After everyone has jumped, it's time for me to get aquainted with the people I'll be instructing for the next ten weeks. The heat ciculating through the compound is starting to get to me and is making the black T-shirt I have on uncomfortable - that, or maybe I'm actually nervous.

No matter - just like all of the initiates, I have made my choice and I'm not going to back out.

They're all standing in a line - 8 of them. My heart does a jump when I think of all the people who may not have made it. A shame it is, that Dauntless initiation weeds out anyone too weak to be reckless. We could use more people with common sense in our faction.

More people that aren't me.

Dauntless has been going downhill ever since my initation year and I'm not sure common sense will save us.

But I am going to try to give these initiates a fighting chance.

I make myself not linger on any of their faces - the Dauntless borns are already with Lauren and I've seen most of them at one point or another throughout my own residency here. Some are younger siblings of my own friends from initation, like Uriah.

But these 8...I don't want to get attached just for some or all of them to be cut.

I guess it's too late for Tris and I though.

Their eyes are on me as I walk in front of them to stand here and get their names and introduce myself and right away I can tell the effect I have on them.

It's funny, I've never found myself very intimidating - not after initiation came and went and I swore to never use my smarts in a fight to hurt people. I wasn't the tallest of the initiates and certainly not the biggest, but still something about me has each and every one of the initiates on edge - even the Candor trio at the end of the line who look like trouble.

I just hope I can use it to my advantage; that it will be just the thing that makes them listen to me.

"Welcome Initiates," my hands are behind my back and at this point I know that I am leaning into the intimidated looks and I can't find any guilt about doing so, "My name is Four and I'll be your instructor."

The words have barely come out of my mouth good before a voice asks in a condescending voice, "Four, like the number?"

Right away that anxiety from before is back but it's accompanied by something else - anger.

"What's your name?" I ask, approaching the dark skinned girl who spoke. She's standing next to the Stiff and I find myself wanting to separate them - there's not much to be learned from a loud mouthed Candor except how to be insubordinant and I don't want to have to reprimand them both.

"Christina." is her small reply and my heart feels satsified already that she's thinking twice about opening her mouth.

"Well Christina," I say, my voice so quiet I'm sure only her and the Stiff can hear me - am I scaring her? "I suggest you learn how to keep your mouth shut. It will serve you well here." I'm backing up the moment the words are out of my mouth and I make myself not glance at Tris at all before I about face to finish explaining the timeline of initiation.

As I talk I realize that the ember of anger hasn't left me alone yet and I'm reminded of why I didn't want this responsibility in the first place.