Blood is a weird color. I remember my mom would always tell me that. It's indescribable. A dark red mixed with a hint of black. But, it's different when it's oozing out of a wound then when you prick your finger. I was used to both.

And when my own dropped into the flaming embers of the Dauntless bowl, I noticed that it was, oddly enough, a beautiful color. Of course it sounds a little creepy, but during that moment, everything sounded positive in my head. Not even my painless wound could bring down my mood. I am brave. I am Dauntless.

"You're telling me we need to jump off?!"

A Candor. Of course it was a Candor. The shock in his voice. I couldn't help but snort as I sat down against the wall of the train. The wind whistled in my ear as I looked up at the transfers. The boy who spoke had dark brown eyes and shaggy dirty blonde hair. He looked down at me in his expression changed from one of anguish to one of shock as his gaze met mine. And I knew why.

I am extremely attractive.

Maybe it was my mom's striking features. Or maybe my dad's beautiful eyes. But, according to Christina and practically everyone else, they made one hell of a kid. And I wasn't a modest person. I wasn't the girl who complained that she wasn't pretty. I wasn't the girl who yearned for a boy to tell her she's beautiful. Apparently that's what my mom was like and that's how she won over my dad. I'm not much like my mom, except for my drive and passion for what I do. I'm more like my dad in fact. But I'm not a carbon copy of either of them.

"You're not a transfer," He said, still standing. The wind was going to knock him on his ass any second.

I watched as the other transfers stayed close to him. Most were Candor, clad in white button ups and black slacks. There were a few Erudite as well. Then I realized something: not only were there no Abnegation transfers, there were only three girls. Two were from Amity, wearing red and yellow. They were practically spraying me with peace and weakness.

The other was an Erudite, with a short black bob and ice-blue eyes. She wasn't attractive at all. Her nose was huge and her small eyes made her look like a mouse.

"Yeah, guess not," I said, pulling one knee to my chest and cocking my head to the side.

I saw the side of his lips quirk up in a smile. He was cute, but cute. Not handsome. Pretty scrawny, actually. It seemed he would get eaten alive at the Dauntless compound. "What are you doing hanging around transfers?" He asked, again.

I flicked a switch in the heel of my black, lace up boots and a blade popped out. Custom made creation by Christina. I grabbed the slick black handle and ran the knife between my fingers. They all watched me intently.

"Amusement," I rolled the word off my tongue. I couldn't help but smile at the transfers confused faces. I looked out the opening in the train and saw the approaching curve ahead. I counted down in my head.

One. A red-headed Amity girl twirled a lock around her finger.

Two. A dark-haired Erudite boy stared at me.

Three. A huge gust of wind knocked every person down like dominos. I would have heard the slams and groans if the wind wasn't so loud.

In a sense, it was peaceful. Letting the wind whip through my long brown hair. Feeling it cool my skin. But now, it was tedious.

We were almost there, and I saw the sunset in the distance as looked out of the train. The wind wasn't as strong now, so I got up and dusted myself off. The blade remained in my hands as I grabbed the handle of the train and leaned half my body out. I saw the platform. Well, the concrete roof of the building we had to jump on. Behind me, the transfers were making their way up and next to me. The Candor boy stood a little too close to me and I felt a tad bit uncomfortable.

"Don't worry," I yell over the loud cries of air surrounding me. Six or so transfers stood within hearing distance of me. The platform came closer with every pounding beat of my heart. My blood was laced with adrenaline. I'm not a junkie, though. That's a common misconception about Dauntless. "There's normally only one person who doesn't make the jump," I grin as the faces surrounding me become plastered with horror. "Don't be that one person," and with those words, I leap off the train and feel the moment of weightlessness as I travel into the air, cutting it in half.

I loosen my knees and roll onto the concrete, as if I did it tons of times before.

Which I did. My dad would always take me on the train and have me practice jumping. The first time I broke my wrist and I swear my mother almost killed him. Not that she could, he was twice her size. And even if the they did, it would eventually turn into a make out session on our kitchen floor. My mom was only 16 when she had me and that still makes her young. And I swear her and my dad acted like teenagers all the time. But once it was Dauntless-leader time, they were so serious, I sometimes forgot they were my parents.

Lynn stood at the edge of the roof and smiled at me. The other Dauntless-born were near the back of the train, awaiting it to pass the roof. The transfers behind me were groaning in pain and then I heard a cry. More of a wail. Someone didn't make it. It was inevitable though. I felt a feeling of disgust in my stomach. I wanted to turn around and see who it was, but I forced myself to walk towards Lynn, knowing if I did, I could vomit at the sight of a corpse, limbs at awkward angles and blood pooling around it.

"How did I know you would jump first?" Lynn admonishes, crossings her hands across her chest.I smiled and shrugged. "Lucky guess,"

I placed my blade back into my boot and waited to be joined by the other initiates. I was surrounded by Dauntless born, who all remained quiet while Lynn gave the lecture on jumping into the compound. My eyes wandered to the transfers, trying to pick out the person who didn't make it. There was one less red shirt in the crowd. There was only the red-headed Amity girl, cheeks red and eyes puffy. Every now and then, she would wipe a tear away from her now emotionless face.

And for once, I felt sorry for her. I was taken out of my reverie when a warm hand pressed against the small of my back. I looked to my right and saw his familiar face.

Olive skin, chocolate-brown eyes, and deep ebony hair.

Joseph.

I smiled up at him. He always seems to comfort me when the timing was right. He knew in the way my body language was that I was upset. He was like my brother. He was actually a fousin, Christina and Will's son. I grew up with him. Went with him to get his first tattoo. He was always there for me.

"Who's going to jump first?!" I turned my attention to Lynn. We moved to make way for the transfers, but none of them moved. The Candor boy shook some hair out his eyes and looked up at the clear, blue sky. The Amity girl remained motionless, as if frozen. It's been a few moments and no ones even made an effort to step forwards.

"I hope you transfers know what Dauntless is," She growled, clearly annoyed. Joseph's hand remained on my back as another few minutes went by.

"Theo!" Lynn called out my name so loud, some of the transfers flinched at the sound. I stepped forward silently, leaving my back bare from where Joseph's hand was. My boots tapped against the concrete. My heart was pounding in my ears. A breeze lifted the hair that was sticking to my neck.

"Show them how it's done," She said, loud enough for the cowardly transfers to hear. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

A Dauntless born never jumps first. It's highly unusual. I believe it's only happened once before, two years ago. But, I suppose I have to.

I shrugged off my black leather jacket and tossed it toward Lily, one of my best friends. She caught it and smiled. She shook her head in disbelief and her long black hair waved behind her.

I stood in a tight, strapless black shirt, black skinny jeans and my custom boots. Joseph and a couple of his friends whistled. I walked towards the edge of the roof and looked down. The hole probably looked menacing to anyone else, but to me, it was like a door. And jumping was opening it. The hole was close enough to the building I was on, that just falling would still ensure my safety. I even surprised myself when I turned around, facing my fellow initiates. They looked at me in shock and awe.

I held my breath and fell backwards into weightlessness.