His Amity | Eric Coulter x Original FMC |

Chapter Two

The Choosing ceremony was a blur. Lia was so determined in her choice she had zoned out completely until her name was called. She saw her blood sizzle as it hit the Dauntless stones, followed by an eruption of cheering but all she could see was the look on Kai and Johanna's face as she made her way to the dauntless stands.

Johanna's face seemed a mixture of sadness and something she couldn't place, whilst Kai's expression was pure rage. She glanced at them briefly before settling in amongst a sea of black. Before the ceremony had fully finished with its closing speeches, Dauntless had already begun filling out of their stands and sprinting towards the oncoming train.

Archer had explained some of initiation to her, but wanted to keep most of it a secret so she could have a "true experience" as he'd like to say. She knew she would have to climb onto the train, but that was about it.

She saw the dauntless born climbing effortlessly up the tracks after the train, she quickly followed. Amity had many trees outside the fence, and Lia had quickly started scaling them at a young age.; the tracks were no different. Once the doors were opened by some dauntless in front of her, she quickly leapt up but purposefully made her way towards the back of the car to keep attention off of her. She was surrounded by too many prying eyes here, a transfer should not have been able to get on the train this quickly - especially from Amity.

Archer had made her promise not to tell anyone of the training she'd received back in her home faction, mainly because he would get in trouble; but also because she didn't want anyone thinking she had the leg up by having a dauntless contact.

She watched as others started falling back, some jumping on at the last minute or not jumping on at all. There were quite a few transfers from almost every faction. She saw the blue clothing from Erudite, white from Candor, even some Greys from abnegation, but it looked like she was the only Amity in her too-happy yellow dress.

A Candor girl almost didn't make it, jumping on a the last minute and barely gripping the handle. Lia managed to grab her jacket and pull her on the train before she fell off. The girl quickly thanked her while she got her bearings.

"An Amity transfer? You do know this train is not going to the farms right?" she heard a deep voice yell from the front of the car. It came from a tall Candor boy, he was rather broad, had a head of brown soft curls, and a too-smug smile.

"Oh really? Confusing, considering some of the animals on the train. I had assumed you were going to join the rest of the asses as the stables" Lia called back.

The group surrounding her giggled, she thought she saw the Candor boy smirk before he disappeared back into the snickering at the front of the car. She knew she'd be the object of some issues, Amity's usually did not transfer.

"That's Peter. His ego is too big to match his mouth. Thanks for earlier, by the way," the Candor girl from earlier spoke up next to her.
"I'm Christina."

Lia returned a smile and introduced herself, starting up an easy conversation before she saw the Dauntless born in the other cars start leaping off the train onto a nearby roof. At first she thought it was a few rogue jumpers, but soon everyone was leaping off the train. She quickly followed, leaping off of the train and rolling onto the gravel on the roof. A few scuffs and part of her dress ripped, but otherwise unharmed. She looked behind her to see Christina and the group behind her also jumping. A few stragglers did not make the jump, and plummeted to the ground before her eyes.

She helped Christina up and turned to see the boy Peter across the roof glaring at her. Lia turned to see a group forming on the opposite side of the roof. They were gathering around a tall man dressed in all black standing on the ledge of the roof. He had dirty blonde hair slicked back, two piercings above his eyebrow, and tattoos running up either side of his neck. He seemed to survey the initiates, waiting for us to gather before speaking. Lia could tell he was judging the crowd, but wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for amongst the sea of color.