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Catch me if you Can

"Tris….. Tris… wake up!"

I shoot out of bed, gasping as a bucket of ice cold water is dumped on me.

"Tobias!" I shriek.

He grins playfully, tackling me onto the now soaking bed. I giggle at his behaviour. His expression turns naughty for a second before he tries to look 'innocent'.

"Tobias," I warn.

"Yes?" his beautiful blue eyes catch me off guard with the puppy look.

"What are you – " I am cut off mid-sentence as he tickles me.

"Stop – stop! To… Tob – Tobias!" I scream.

Using what he taught me, I flip him before pushing him off the bed. He collides slams into the floor with a 'thunk' and starts laughing.

"Excuse me, Mister, what do you think you were doing? Harming a lady like that. What terrible manners," I shake my head tutting.

"Excuse me Milady, I was out of my mind," he grins.

"Well, it's your fault," I huff, "So I think a punishment is due."

His eyes grow wide, "A… punishment?"

"Yep. You have to blow-dry the sheets with my hairdryer until they are warm and dry!"

"But – that'll take forever!" he gapes.

"Your fault," I smile sweetly.

I brush past him, knocking his shoulder as I walk through the door. Today is the Choosing day. Max called me to his office yesterday, talking about 'priorities' and such.

He wants me to do the speech.

Apparently, it was Dauntless' turn. He talked about how all the other leaders were busy, and as such, couldn't attend. Pah! More likely, they didn't want to and so roped me in! I don't particularly mind, though.

I've changed since I finished initiation. A lot.

My hair is loose and goes to the end of my ribs. It is silver with black roots. I wear more makeup (something Christina contributed towards). I have black lipstick and intense black eye shadow. Also, I use mascara.

According to everyone else, my boring blue-grey eyes pop and look brighter. To me, I look more intimidating. I regularly wear black high heels, a black and gold watch, a velvet choker and black feather earrings.

Smiling, I put all the above on. My clothes are a sports vest saying 'Never Give Up', leggings and a leather jacket with a fur collar. If you haven't realised already, all of them are… black.

I gaze into the mirror. Sexy and intimidating – just what I am going for. I smirk and saunter out of the bathroom. My boyfriend stares at me, mouth open.

"Damn, Tris!"

I stalk over to him and stroke his chin with a black nail. Without a word I leave. On the outside I appear cool, calm and collected. But on the inside, I am cursing the heels for being useless and screaming at myself for being a nervous wreck.

My family won't recognise me. I've changed too much. So what am I worried about?

Oh, nothing but making a fool of myself in front of hundreds…

Before I realise it, I am up on the rooftop. Even with these shoes I manage to jump gracefully on to the train. With a little smile, I hang out the door. Just like Tobias…

When I came first in initiation, I chose to be a leader. Now, as part of my job, I'm going to train some initiates. Tobias stood down in favour of becoming a personal trainer. I think it suits him more.

That also means I've got the transfers. And I get to have a little… fun!

I giggle menacingly (if that is possible) and think about how badly I can scare the initiates. A few of my boyfriend's lines will work… some demonstrations, maybe? Yes, that should do.

I can't wait! Just got to get this stupid speech over and done with.

I'm really glad that there is a changing room in the Hub. After the speech I'll have to give, I want to be at the front of the runners again. Yet, of course, I can't do that in high heels… That's why I told some of the Dauntless to bring some sneakers.

Soon, the train approaches it's station. With much practice, I leap from the carriage on to the platform. Unlike the other members around me, I don't run whooping to the hub. I walk swiftly, yet with pride.

How is it going to be taken? I'm only a year older than the initiates. At least I now look my age.

I have filled out a bit, gaining more muscle and strength. Curves came with it as well. I already had an awesome six pack anyway. Maybe I could be mistaken for eighteen years old?

I sigh, pushing through the crowds of Dauntless. They are queuing up for once, instead of milling around outside. I wonder why?

They all quieten as I make my way through.

Right… Leadership. I forgot they're all kinda scared of me.

"What's up with you guys? Afraid of a girl?" a Candor sneers.

I stop, shaking with anger. Some of the Dauntless laugh at his idiocy.

"Mate, you really shouldn't of said that!" Uriah yells.

"Uriah, shut it!" I shout.

"Yes Ma'am!" he follows it up with a salute.

I slowly stalk towards the Candor. He's a boy, getting ready to choose his faction.

"Listen here, name is Zero. I am a Dauntless Leader," I growl.

His eyes widen at that, before he starts to snigger at my name.

"What? Something funny?" I ask, lifting him into the air by his collar, "I hope not. You'd better stay in candor, wuss. We don't take nicely to Pansycakes. So why don't you shut up? You'll never be the man your mother is."

The Dauntless yell 'burn' at him, igniting a fiery blush in his cheeks. I let him down roughly, dropping him. With a slight swagger in my stride, I make my way through the building.

Earlier, I had decided that the name Zero would be best for initiation. Everyone in Dauntless knew to address me as that due to a public announcement by Max.

My hands start sweating as I look over what I have to say. The crowds are gathering. Soon I have to go out and speak. I gulp some water down that was waiting on a table.

"Welcome to the Ceremony!" I call out, quietening the crowd.

"When we leave this room," I continue, "We will no longer be dependents but full-fledged members of our society! Faction before Blood."

The room repeats the last phrase. I can see my parents. Father stares at me blankly, no idea of who I am. My mother, however, has fire in her eyes. As I look at her, she smiles ever so slightly. A feeling of warmth enters me.

I read the names out in backwards alphabetical order. The first, a boy from Amity, chooses Amity again.

Throughout the list, none really stand out. I think that two Amity's chose Dauntless – they will probably be cut though. All the Dauntless born chose to stay, which makes pride swell inside me. Three Erudites transfer so far as well as two Candor. No abnegation.

Until I come to a name.

"Javier Edwards."

The Candor boy from before swaggers up, trying to be cool. He fails, only looking nervous. The arrogance in his stance is easy to see, though. I glare at him.

He smirks, slicing the knife in to his hand. For a second, he holds it over Candor before switching to Dauntless. When the first drop of blood sizzles on the coals, I have to restrain myself from attacking him.

Uriah POV

Damn, Tris looks angry. She's almost snarling at him! I hope she get's herself under control. Wouldn't be good for Dauntless image and relations.

Wait, since when did I care about that?

I gulp as Tris' eyes gleam viciously. She's smirking now. I almost feel sorry for that poor bastard!

Scratch that, he started it. Didn't he see Tris' neck tattoos? All Dauntless leaders have them. I wonder if his mother dropped him on the head when he was young. That would explain a lot…

Tris POV

I smirk at the little prick, showing a bit of tooth. After the rest of the names have been called out, I start to speak.

"Thank you for attending the Choosing ceremony, we wish you luck in your new factions," I say.

I walk calmly off before sprinting to change my shoes. Now that that is done, I sprint down the stairs towards the rest of the Dauntless. I catch up in no time. Soon,I am leading them, having to slow my pace a little. It wouldn't do for me to reach the platform and have to wait for the others.

Eight initiates.

I sling myself up the pole, reaching the top first (of course). The platform is vibrating slightly, signaling the incoming train. As it approaches, I leap on. Leaning out the side, I watch the initiates stumble up. One last person is left on the person as the train leaves. An Amity.

Seven initiates.

I was right, then. Now the other one is probably not going to want to jump off, or will fall and – well, die. A little question pops up in my head as the wind whips my hair.

Is it bad to look forwards to scaring initiates?

Well, it doesn't matter cause I'm going to do it anyway! I grin, causing others around me to slowly back away.

"Oh stop it, you're flattering me!" I chuckle at the Dauntless nervously looking my way.

They laugh a bit, loosening up around me.

"Seriously guys, I'm not an Eric."

"Hey!" I hear him yell.

"Oh, hi Eric!" I wave.

I didn't know he was coming. Why couldn't he have done the speech!

"Eric why didn't you do the speech!" I yell at him.

"Because I didn't want to!" he smirks.

Over the past year, Eric had become much more laid back. He didn't punish people for looking at him, neither did he glare at them for talking to him. Weird, really.

"So, what are the odds on the Amity jumping off right?" I say loudly.

Raucous laughter bursts out around the train cart. Several people yell 'None!" while some of them more sympathetic just shake their heads smiling.

"They really don't know what they're getting in to this year," Eric murmurs.

"Hey!" I protest, "I'm only a little bit worse than you were!"

"Well, be sure to hang someone over the railing for me Zero!"

I think he might be missing it. Really? Aww Ickle Eric is getting soft!

Hi Peeps! So, People wanted me to do a sequel - here it is. Thanks to 'I believe in nargles too' for letting me bounce ideas around!

Let me know what you think :)

Bye Peepsicles!

MG