TRIS'S POV

Initiation is over! I feel so excited! We get to choose what job we want to do tomorrow. Me being first on the leaderboard, I automatically get which ever job I choose - as well as the other four people behind me. I know Peter is choosing leadership. He's been bragging about it for days. I considered leadership for a while - maybe I could change Dauntless for the better? But I don't think I could do it. Facing Eric, Max and Peter day after day? No way. I also thought about joining Tori in the tattoo parlour, but it isn't much of a challenge, and I feel I would get bored quickly. Computers have never been an option for me, and I am not going to be doing a job so dull as guarding the fence. So, I will become an instructor - like Tobias.

I will be training initiates with him every day. My heart flutters at the very thought, and I smile. Four and Six, together.

I am just about to leave the dorm, when a female voice suddenly booms around the room.

"Do not be alarmed. I need to speak with some of your members. It will take a couple of weeks, because I have a task I need them to do. I have a list of names of the dauntless that I need... Tris," Me? Why would anyone need to speak with me? Unless they know about my divergence and want to kill me? I suddenly feel very nervous, and pick up a knife from my table, concealing it in my jeans pocket - just in case. The woman keeps talking - voice loud and echoing around the room. "Four," I relax slightly, knowing he will be there. "Zeke, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, Christina," I relax slightly more, knowing my best friend will be with me too. "Will, Eric," He most definitely is not divergent, but maybe he is just coming to kill me... "and Peter. Teleportation will start in ten seconds. Sorry for any inconvenience caused by this sudden departure." Peter? He is coming!? I remember the night next to the chasm, when he touched me and tried to throw me over the side. Luckily, my friends are coming with me, and I have learnt how to protect myself.

Hang on - teleportation!?

I disappear from the room.

FOUR'S POV

I feel slightly cheerier than usual. Tomorrow my initiates become true members and choose their jobs. I know Tris wants to be an instructor, like me, and we will get to spend all of our working hours together - assuming we both get the transfers. There is still a knot in my stomach, but that has been there since I found out about the war plans.

Then that speech from the mysterious woman over the radio.

I'm thankful that I will be going with Tris, and slightly less pleased that peter is coming. I am glad I will be there to protect her. I remember what he, Drew and All had done to Tris, and suddenly, my good mood evaporates into an angry and suspicious one.

Wait a second... Did she say... Teleportation?

Suddenly, I vanish.

TRIS'S POV

I feel weightless for a moment, until my shoes hit the ground, and I stumble forwards, falling to my knees. I notice that a few others have landed in this way too. Peter smirks. Obviously, he had a much calmer landing - like when he landed on his feet the first time we jumped off of the train. I hate him.

It is a narrow room that we are standing in, quite long with cream walls and a white roof. There are a few dark oak doors, and a couple of bulbs hang from the ceiling, providing light for us all. There are too many of is here, I realize. More than were read out on that list., but there are too many of us in the same room for me to be able to see who else is here. I see Tobias and I go to stand next to him. He jumps as I touch him, and I quickly remove my hand from his arm, hoping nobody saw.

FOUR'S POV

My feet connect with a hard wooden floor, and I stumble. What the hell? I think to myself, as I regain my balance. Then I hear somebody else say that exact thought out loud. I almost smile, but it is hard to when you have just been teleported by an unknown stranger to an unknown destination. God knows where we are...

I jump as somebody puts their hand on my arm. It's Tris. She takes her arm away again, and looks around her, checking that nobody saw. I hate having to hide our relationship like this...

Somebody shouts "come through here!" It sounds like that voice that read out the list of names over the radio. Everyone starts streaming through the door, into a large, clean room with loads of huge floor-to-ceiling windows. There are three long, four-seater sofas, a couple of loveseats and lots of armchairs. They are all cream coloured leather and they all have a white fluffy blanket thrown over the back, with a matching cushion. At one end of the room is a kitchen - quite big with a huge fridge and a big oven. I can't see it very well from the door though. At the other side of the room, I can see a huge long table, with fifteen chairs around it - so there are fifteen people here. There were definitely less than were read out when we were at dauntless. Maybe some people from the other factions came. I am at the back of the crowd, so I can't tell who is here.

I see the top of somebody's head - she has crazy blonde curly hair.

"Sit down!" she shouts over the dauntless' chatter. People look at her, wearily, but eventually start piling onto the sofas.

"Cannonball!" I hear Zeke yell, and I roll my eyes, amused.

I sit on a long sofa, next to Zeke and Lynn. Uriah is at the other side of his brother. Tris is next to Christina and Will. Tris is staring at something, and I follow her gaze...

Andrew and Natalie Prior - Tris's parents. And next to them - Caleb. Her brother. They all smile at Tris, and she waves back, a grin on her face. I feel pleased to see her looking so happy. And then I look who is in the armchair next to the family, and my mood turns sour.

Marcus. Marcus is here. He sees me watching him and has the nerve to smile at me. I give him the death glare back. He looks away quickly. If I have to spend a week here, with that, I will kill him.

I feel like walking over to him and punching him right in the nose. But then everyone will know about our relationship, and that would be bad. Instead, I look away and ignore him.

Once everybody has a seat, the curly haired woman walks into the middle of the room. "My name is Melody. I know you are all probably confused, but don't worry. Nobody will get hurt while you are here." I scoff. Marcus will, if he ever tries to speak to me. "I told you you have a task to do. It might seem easy, but in fact, it will probably be really difficult, given the content. I need you to read a series of books."

"Books?" Peter smirks. "What's so difficult about that? What are they about, anyway?"

"Well, they're about you. Your future is in these books. And lets just say, its not a good future. There is a war. most of you in this room die. I brought you here because you need to try and stop it."

"Stop a war? Us?" Will says.

"Yes." Melody throws a book onto the table. Its title...

Divergent.

That knot in my stomach grows. Looking around the room, I know at least three divergent. Including me. And if this book really is about our future... well... It will not be good.

Melody continues speaking. "This book is in Tris's point of view. I will come back every Friday to check if you've finished the book and to bring you food. Please, try not to kill anyone..." And with that, she disappears from the room.

There's a long silence.

"Well, lets hurry up and read, then!" Eric snaps.