BirdTheWord
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When Damon started talking, Henry got to his feet. He listened intently as the two men briefed the youths on what was to happen next, and just a few seconds after Damon's Amity crack, they were out of the train. It didn't phase Henry at all, he'd always felt out of place amongst the Amity; so much so that he barely even considered himself Amity at all. He was born to do this, it was only an unlucky coincidence that his parents were Amity. If nothing else, he'd make the argument that he was more deserving of the title of Dauntless than the Dauntless born were. They'd had it easy until now. They didn't have someone constantly arguing and second-guessing them for wanting to be Dauntless. As far as he could tell, the Dauntless born had taken their entry into the Dauntless ranks as a fait accompli. They felt entitled, and soon enough their entitlement would lead to laziness and carelessness. Henry was going to work, and work hard, until this thing was over.
It hadn't occurred to Henry exactly how they were going to get off the train, but if it couldn't be bothered to stop to let the initiates on it shouldn't be a surprise that it wouldn't stop to let the initiates off. The other initiates began crowding the doors to jump off, and Henry followed suit.
Once the kid in front of him jumped, Henry stepped up to the door and looked out. There was no time to think about this. Just as the person who had gone before him hit the ground, Henry flung himself out of the train with reckless abandon, hoping the train's forward movement would keep him from barreling into the other kid. Henry's feet hit the ground first, and his forward momentum sent the rest of him toppling forward. He'd hit the ground hard, and rolled several times before coming to a stop. He once again hauled himself to his feet, and began to brush himself off. He was a bit scratched and battered, but otherwise just fine; a quick look around told him that this was a pattern amongst the other initiates. He ran his hand over the top of his head to brush away any dirt or gravel his brutally short hair had picked up during the fall.
Henry heard a few of the other initiates chattering, and if he wasn't so happy to not have any broken limbs, he might have found a way to be disappointed that the fall hadn't knocked some sense into a couple of them. He, of course, gathered with the others around Damon, trying to hear what would happen to them next.
It hadn't occurred to Henry exactly how they were going to get off the train, but if it couldn't be bothered to stop to let the initiates on it shouldn't be a surprise that it wouldn't stop to let the initiates off. The other initiates began crowding the doors to jump off, and Henry followed suit.
Once the kid in front of him jumped, Henry stepped up to the door and looked out. There was no time to think about this. Just as the person who had gone before him hit the ground, Henry flung himself out of the train with reckless abandon, hoping the train's forward movement would keep him from barreling into the other kid. Henry's feet hit the ground first, and his forward momentum sent the rest of him toppling forward. He'd hit the ground hard, and rolled several times before coming to a stop. He once again hauled himself to his feet, and began to brush himself off. He was a bit scratched and battered, but otherwise just fine; a quick look around told him that this was a pattern amongst the other initiates. He ran his hand over the top of his head to brush away any dirt or gravel his brutally short hair had picked up during the fall.
Henry heard a few of the other initiates chattering, and if he wasn't so happy to not have any broken limbs, he might have found a way to be disappointed that the fall hadn't knocked some sense into a couple of them. He, of course, gathered with the others around Damon, trying to hear what would happen to them next.