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"There's a transfer from Abnegation," Marlene drawled, twirling the knife between her fingers. "Zeke told Uri that he was the last jumper."

"And I should be impressed, why?"

Fourteen year old Tris threw the knife in her hand toward the target board. It hit right in the center, causing a grin to rise at her face. She flipped another knife from her left to her right hand, eyes moving back up to her best friend. Her eyebrows narrowed, "Mar?"

"Four fears," Marlene responded. "He has four fears. Amar has already named him Four."

Right before the next knife left her hand, Tris's moves faltered and the knife clattered to the ground. Slowly, Tris turned to Marlene. She took a breath, "Fears can change."

"Not all the time," Marlene walked toward her board, getting the knives she had thrown out. "This guy is legendary. I mean, four fears? You are the last person with a record like that."

A record so extraordinary that she had a name for it. Six. The Dauntless, her home faction, all called her it after she went in and figured out her number when she turned fourteen. She had went with Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn after one of their clean games of Dare. Tris was the only one who knew her amount of fears because it was her dare that she received. In the first round, she had gotten one to go through her fear landscape, Uriah had to tattoo a place with close to no skin at the surface (which was his ear, a snake to be precise), Marlene dared Lynn to shave her head, and Lynn dared Marlene to zipline from the Hancock building.

Powerlessness (both being pecked at by crows, and pushed around by waves in a high tide ocean while it was hard to get to shore). The weakness, or inability, to escape (symbolized by being stuck in a tank, filling fast with water). Being held at stake with fire being set to the wood beneath her by a person without face features was another. Tris still didn't know what it symbolized.

Then the last two. They've been in her mind, stuck, being thrown side to side in her brain. It was tearing her apart.

The fifth fear was intimacy. There was a bed, in a random Dauntless apartment, and Tris was pushed to it, with a strong man, stronger than her, without features on his face, forcing her into having . . . sex. It didn't last until she had her breaths even; Tris didn't even know how to do that in such a situation. But she moved her knee up in between his legs, right into the man's groin, and pushed him off of her after hearing his groan with an elbow to his face.

Then, her last one, was what she most feared even thinking about it. She was held at gunpoint, with a woman's voice in her right ear, demanding Tris to shoot her family, which stood in a line in front of her. Her mother, Natalie, who was a Dauntless leader. Her father, Andrew, who worked as a Dauntless Faction ambassador. And her brother, Caleb, who was fourteen, just like her.

But instead of having to shoot them, the likely decision of a Dauntless born, Tris let the woman holding the gun to her head shoot her instead.

A selfless act. An Abnegation act. An act of a faction she never associated herself with or never corresponded with. A faction made fun of by all the Dauntless.

Tris was still wondering about it. She never let herself consider the one thing it led to, which was a curse among her world. A death sentence.

Her best friends were watching, all three of them. They now all held a promise not to speak a word of it to anyone, a pact, and Uriah deleted the footage--even went as far to extract it onto a hard drive and they threw the object off the roof of the Hancock building.

Tris trusted them with her life. They have been friends practically since birth, and were the most trustworthy people she knew.

She loved them. The love intensified when it was the next day and they weren't looking at her with worry or sympathy.