I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND RESEMBLANCE TO THE DIVERGENCT TRILOGY IN MY STORY!. IT IS SOLELY THE PROPERTY OF VERONICA ROTH. THIS IS SIMPLY A SPIN-OFF FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES WHICH I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY! HAVE FUN READING!

Chapter 1

Adrenaline is pumping in my veins. I feel like I'm slightly out of breath as I carry on running up the stairs of the building.

My partner - Zeke - isn't long behind me, but I'm the fastest out of the two of us. He can rarely keep up with me in training, let alone out in the batllefield. Not that this is a competition.

No. This is the real deal. As I come up to the last floor of the building I have to choose which door to knock down.

I'm momentarily stuck and don't know what to do - I didn't get to see which apartment the dirtbag ran into.

All of a sudden I hear a blood-curdling scream from the last apartment on my right. And I don't think twice - I just sprint into action.

Holding my gun and keeping focused like I always teach my initiates, I slam the door open and start scanning the apartment for the intruder.

As I finish checking all rooms I can't help but think that I got the wrong apartment. When all of a sudden, I see a figure in the living room. I get closer but it turns out it's just the little boy. Crawled up in a ball near the couch, afraid to look up, and from what I can tell, he is sobbing.

I look around and his father is nowhere - I know better than to ask a crying child questions. I'm just happy he is still alive. Though the cut marks on his arms emphasize his poor state.

All of a sudden I notice the window is wide open. And then it clicks in my mind - the fire escape. My mind is screaming not to go out there - we are after all on the fourth floor and if I make one wrong step I'm doomed. I ignore my conscious train of thought and know that I've overcome this fear many a times before.

I don't wait for Zeke. I just crawl through the open window onto the fire escape. And then my eyes are searching every little corner. No sign of him. He couldn't have gone down because there is no sign of him.

All of a sudden a piece of metal falls off the roof and is lost way down below my feet.

Of course - what goes up must come down. The dirtbag is on the roof. I hear Zeke's voice in the living room.

'I got this - you take care of the kid!' I shout and sprint up the stairs.

'Four, wait!' His voice is left behind as I reach the roof and make my way to the very innocent-looking man. He knows he's trapped and there's no way out - than to jump of course.

Luckily he has no gun. Otherwise I would've had to shoot.

'Hands up where I can see them!' I shout and he unwillingly obeys.

I slowly approach him and he tries to punch me in the face but before he can do that I grab his hands and turn him so that I pin him down to the floor and quickly manage to handcuff him.

'You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you will say will be used against you in court.' I unwillingly recite the short version of the compulsory 'sing-a-long'.

I pick him up the floor and he defiantly looks me in the eye. I can smell the alcohol coming off his clothes and breath and I feel like I'm gonna puke.

'You think you're such a smart ass?' He asks me and spits in my direction, and I can't help but get enraged.

I know it's not him. I know it's not the same scenario - but seeing what this dirtbag did to his own child sickens me and pushes me off the edge.

'Why don't you pick on someone your own size?' I ask and punch him hard in the face - he falls to the ground and whines as blood falls from his broken nose, and I can't help but smile at his pain. I find myself kicking him - I should stop, I know this isn't right but I have zero tolerance for such dirtbags that abuse their children.

'Four - stop!' Zeke's scream registers but it doesn't get to me. It's like a demon has taken over me - I can usually get over it myself.

He has to wrestle me off that piece of shit but when I see his eyes everything comes back to normal and I snap out of my trance.

'I'm sorry. I...' The rest of the words stop before I can let them out and I am left feeling yet again embarassed and disappointed in myself.

'It's alright...' Zeke gently says and pats me on the back.

Later, we walk down the stairs out into the pouring rain in silence - Zeke knows whenever something is off but he doesn't even try to talk to me about it. He knows better than to try to talk about my feelings.

As we exit the building a few reporters and a crowd of people greet us with questions and applause. Lauren approaches us and she doesn't look happy.

'Eric wants to talk to you. He's fuming.' I blankly stare at her.

'Tell me something that isn't new.' I can tell she's fed up with me already.

'Four...' She warns me.

'Tell him I'll go see him later.' I rudely dismiss her, not being able to deal with this crap again right now.

I manage to dodge the reporters, but one manages to escape from my colleagues and comes running after me. Did I mention she is a major pain in my ass?

'Four?!' She shouts for me but I don't bother to turn around.

'I'm busy Christina.'

'You're always busy for me.' She approaches me and I notice she's cut her hair to a pixie style. She's wearing her usual tight dress and stilettos though.

'That' because I'm not interested.' I say and turn around to head towards the police car.

'Oh come, on, Four - how much longer are we going to play this game?' She says, not in a fake superficial manner, but in a direct down-to-earth tone. I roll my eyes in response.

'That depends. How much longer are you going to piss me off?' I manage to break her facade.

'Why won't you just give me one interview? That's all.' She sounds annoyed. Good.

'I told you - I'm not interested.' She follows me, her heels noisily hitting the floor with her every step.

'You know, sooner or later I'm going to find out who you are and that day you will have to give me an interview, my friend.' Anger bubbles up inside and I turn around making her stop in her tracks.

'Let's get one thing straight.' I calmly say bringing my face to the same level as her. I'm hovering over like an animal ready to attack and her expression instantly changes to fear.

'We are NOT friends.' All she can do is sheepishly nod. I know I'm not supposed to misbehave with the press - I've been scolded for that before but I don't care - today I'm tired of that, tired of all this shit. I turn around and make my way to my car, revving the engine and leaving the scene with a screech.

To hell with them all...

A bit of clarification is probably needed at this point.

My name is Tobias Eaton.

I am the son of Marcus Eaton, the leader of the humanitarian aid organization known as 'Abnegation'.

Six years ago I joined Dauntless Police Department, in an effort to free myself of the life that was set off for me even before I was old enough to decide for myself.

I'm currently a member of the secret services at Dauntless PD. I fight crime on the streets in order to protect our city from all the evil that roams around.

I'm proud I chose this job - there is nothing out there that would be better suited for me.

Ever since joining Dauntless PD everyone calls me Four.

That's all anyone has ever known about me here at Dauntless.

And I intend to keep it that way.

Ok, so I'm a huge fan of Divergent ever since the movie came out - read the books like crazy and I absolutely love seeing Tris and Four together which is why I chose to write a spin-off about them in this story. So please let me know how I did on my first chapter guys! I'm eargerly waiting for your feedback! :)