This story is for Dauntlessgirl347 (Kat)! Psstt: I gave your OC a middle name (Rose); hope you don't mind :) This is her prompt, a Peter/OC fic. The story wil be mostly canon but with an added character (Aubrey)
Aubrey is her oc, I do not own her.
Characters may (but shouldn't be) ooc at times/during certain situations; just adding this warning to cover my bases.
I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations; nor do I own Kat's oc; just my oc's
Rated M: strong language and future sexual content (maybe? If not, I'll change rating...but you all know me ;p )
Enjoy!
The silence was stretching through the room, her nimble fingers pulling at her blue pencil skirt. She looked around, a small Abnegation girl sitting nearby—a nervous calm washing over the girl. A boy stood by her, donned in similar gray clothing. She sucked in a breath, peering about the room. Will was already called back. She bit her lip, her eyes landing on a few kids from Candor.
There was a girl with short, dark hair and smoth, tan skin. Her lips were full and pouty, her leg bouncing up and down as she scooted away from the other Candor kids. She looked over the rest—a tall, bulky girl and a lanky boy with beady, dark eyes. She sighed, her eyes falling on a boy sitting by them—his dark-green orbs already on her. She bit her lip, a smirk on his face as his dark hair glistened in the false lighting.
She shook her head as a throat was cleared, beady eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses narrowing at her. "Aubrey C—"
"Yes," Aubrey shouted, wincing as the older woman glared at her. She snuck a small glance to the boy, his eyes gleaming and smirk widening as he watched her—his friends snickering. She felt heat crawl up her neck before she straightened herself out—her blue eyes glaring daggers. She watched the bulky girl sober up, the beady-eyed boy losing his sneer as she followed the woman down the hall—her shoes clacking on the linoleum.
She inhaled sharply as she entered the room, a willowy figure hovering over a chair. She tilted her head, her mouth opened before the figure gave her a pointed look. "No questions," she said—dark eyes narrowed. Aubrey nodded, her lips sealed. "Take a seat." Aubrey walked to the chair, lounging back slowly. She watched the woman flitter her fingers over a keyboard before grabbing a small glass. She handed the glass to Aubrey, the blue liquid gleaming.
"What is it?" Aubrey winced, the question already past her lips before she could stop it.
The woman gave her a smirk, eyebrow raised. "Bottoms up."
Aubrey stared at the woman, thin black vines wrapping around her right arm. She inhaled sharply, placing the cold glass to her lips. Just breathe, her mind whispered as the liquid slipped past her lips.
Her eyes clamped shut immediately, the bitter liquid running down her throat. She shook her head, her eyes opening slowly. Blinking her vision clear, she peered around the room—the woman gone. She stood up from her chair—her feet carrying her to the wall of mirrors. Her blonde hair fell in small waves around her shoulders, blue eyes bright against her pale skin. She raised her chin, her thin frame standing tall.
Sighing, she turned back around—the chair gone. She took a small step forward, a strange chill coming over her. She peered backwards, tiny white flecks dotting the mirrors. Her fingers reached out to the smooth glass, the frosted silver gleaming at her touch. Aubrey shivered, the white flecks sending chills beneath her skin—snow dotting her fingertips before melting. She was staring at the water droplet on her fingertip when something caught her eye.
She stalked forward, the mirror no longer there to hinder her movements. She walked to the two tables—a blade on one and a hunk of bloodied meat on the other. She tilted her head, her eyes watching a drop of scarlet slide down the meat-chunk.
"Choose."
She shivered, turning around to stare at herself. She tilted her head to the side, the other Aubrey doing the same. "Choose?"
"Choose. Quickly."
Aubrey turned back to the tables. She eyed the meat, the smell causing her gut to churn as her fingers gripped the hilt of the blade. As soon as she lifted it, the room shifted—the meat no longer there. Aubrey sighed, the smell fading away before her spine quivered—a growl sounding from behind her.
She turned slowly, a giant dog stalking towards her—all teeth. She sucked in a deep breath—his fangs glistening as he snarled, padding slowly across the floor. Her hand was trembling as the dog drew closer, his dark fur bristled as his eyes locked on her—lips peeled back to reveal his gnashing teeth. She closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose slowly—her drumming heartbeat beating a little less frantically. She slowly peeled her eyelids open, the dog snapping his jaws a few times before running for her. She lowered her chin, eyes like a blue fire as the beast launched at her—teeth bared. Her heart clenched as her arm struck out, the blade slicing through the dog.
She felt it all—the crunch of the blade hitting the bone, the way his skin split open, red painting her hand. She toppled backwards, the dog gasping his last breath on top of her. Letting out a shaky breath, she pushed the lifeless body off of her—her lip between her teeth as she watched the dark eyes flatten. She sighed softly before the room started to shift—the walls trembling as a white light took over, Aubrey's eyes shutting tightly.
Her body lurched forward, throat gasping for air. She laid back on the chair, eyes shut as she struggled to get her breathing even—her heartbeat slowing down.
The woman was tapping her chin idly by the computer, her eyebrow raised. Aubrey inhaled sharply. Did I do something wrong? She chewed on the inside of her cheek—the woman's dark eyes on her. Aubrey opened her mouth to speak when the woman gave her a sharp look, Aubrey's lips sealing shut.
"Congratulations, Aubrey. You're Dauntless." She gave a wicked smirk, Aubrey's veins burning beneath her skin.
Dauntless? She inhaled sharply, shaking her head as she leaned forward. She slid off of the chair, her eyes glancing to the mirror wall. She stood up tall—her chin raised and blue eyes gleaming. "Dauntless," she whispered.
The woman snorted, Aubrey's head snapping to face her—eyes narrowed. She smirked at Aubrey. "You're just like your brother." An unreadable expression crossed her pointed features, eyes grim and lips pursed. "I hope that's not the case."
Aubrey's eyes narrowed, her lips opened to speak when the woman rushed her out of the room—the door slamming on her face.
Aubrey was sitting in a sea of blue—thick glasses here and there. She snorted. Most of these people have perfect vision. She shook her head, her eyes catching a tall blonde stalk past the front row. Her hair was smooth and eyes were cold. Jeanine, she thought as an Abnegation family stopped just ahead of her. Aubrey tilted her head, watching that same girl from before jut her chin out—Jeanine's body tensing.
Aubrey was watching the room—her eyes scanning the crowd as Marcus walked to the center of the hub. Aubrey had tuned him out—the names falling from his lips holding no interest to her. Until her name was called. She stiffened, her eyes glancing to her parents beside her. Her father's eyes were hard, a sharp nod in her direction before he looked back to the main floor. Her mother gave her a tight-lipped smile, not one single blonde hair falling from her bun. She sighed, her fingers pulling at her blue skirt as she stalked down the steps.
Marcus smiled at her, nodding swiftly as she approached the table. She bit her lip, remembering the dog as her fingers laced around the knife. She watched the light reflect off of the metal as she looked over the bowls. She scoffed as she walked past the bowl of dirt. I am not made for Amity, she thought as she walked past Candor's bowl of glass. She didn't bother to look at the bowl of smooth, gray stones—Abnegation far from her mind. Her eyes looked between the two bowls ahead of her. Water was rippling through Erudite's bowl as her footsteps vibrated up the table. Her blue eyes looked to the other bowl—ash floating in the air as the coals burned.
She looked back to the crowd, a hush of anticipation falling over them. She looked past her parents, cold eyes locked on her. Jeanine gave her a tight smile—all teeth. She inhaled sharply before turning back to the bowls, wincing as she sliced her palm. She watched a scarlet ribbon form on her skin, her hand hovering in the air. A crimson droplet formed at her wound, falling through the air as Aubrey's breath hitched in her throat.
The sizzle echoed through the room as her blood boiled on the hot coals—the embers sparking in a deadly rhythm. She turned to face the crowd as Marcus stepped forward, his hand gripping hers and raising it in the air. "Dauntless!" His voice boomed throughout the hub, a moment of silence before the Dauntless group cheered—their hollers and yells encasing the room. Her lips twitched up as she wrapped the gauze around her palm, the wound stinging. She ignored the cold eyes burning holes on her back—her parent's faces averted. A boy in black and red patted her on the back, a bold tiger tattoo across his shoulder.
She sat down, Will joining her as the rest of the dependents chose their place in the world. She quirked her brow, the little Abnegation girl from before joining them—eyes wide. Aubrey sucked in a breath—that boy with the green-bown eyes and hair like a dark halo catching her eye as he stood amidst the Dauntless black and red.
Aubrey shot up as the mass began to run out—their cheers echoing on the wind as they ran down the street. Aubrey didn't hold back the grin that spread across her face, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she took off in a sprint—her thighs burning slightly. She didn't mind the pain, her grin still on her face as everyone began to climb the metal beams that led to the train tracks. She followed suit, her fingers straining to grip the metal, her legs pushing her forward. She climbed over, her breathing slightly ragged as she looked over her shoulder—her eyes locking with the girl from Abnegation. They eyed each other for a moment until the train rushed by, Aubrey's breath hitching as she watched the silver cars zoom past. She watched everyone begin to run, her feet automatically carrying her forward.
The people before her piled into the car, her eyes locked on the opened door. Her legs pushed harder, the sting in her thighs throbbing as she reached her arm out—a guttural yell on her tongue as she strained her fingers to grip the metal bar. Her fingertips wrapped around the cold metal, her arms thrusting her inside. She fell into the car, the Abnegation girl just behind her. She slammed into the other side of the car, her chest rising and falling quickly—pain shooting up her side.
She gritted her teeth as she clutched her side, her eyes watching the Candor boy—his eyes scanning the world outside the train doors. She sighed, the pain ebbing away until words she didn't want to hear slithered down her ear.
"They're jumping," someone shouted.
Aubrey grimaced, her eyes narrowed as she hoisted herself up. She peered out of the train car—watching as people jumped onto a rooftop. She sighed, her eyes landing on the boy from Candor.
"What happens if you don't jump?" the boy next to him asked.
The Candor boy shrugged his shoulders, eyes dark. "What do you think?" His eyes flittered to her, his lips twitching up at the ends before he looked back out—his feet propelling him forward.
Aubrey's breath hitched in her throat as she watched him jump, his body stumbling and rolling before he dusted himself off. She shook her head, her hands balled up into tiny fists before she ran forward—her body launching into the air. The wind whipped her skin as she jumped out, her feet skimming on the rooftop.
Tiny pebbles flung at her, her skin stinging as she stumbled onto the gravel. She shook her head as she stood up slowly, her fingers rubbing the small stones from her body and hair. She stalked forward as a familiar voice cascaded down her eardrums, her nimble body dancing through the crowd.
She pushed on, stopping a few people behind the dark-skinned Candor girl and the girl from Abnegation. She gulped, her heart clenching as he stood there on the edge of the rooftop. He was much bigger than she remembered—bold tattoos decorating his arms and neck. His hair was different, shaved at the sides and styled in a faux-hawk. He grinned, his smile not at all friendly as his cold, blue eyes scanned the crowd. She shrunk back a little, a silent gasp escaping her lips as her arm brushed warm skin. She looked over, that Candor boy standing next to her—his eyes focused straight ahead.
Aubrey shook her head, ignoring the electricity that had shot through her veins. Instead, she looked to the man she once knew, his low voice booming over the crowd. "My name is Eric. I'm one of the leaders here at Dauntless." His eyes scanned the crowd, missing her. "This is the only way into Dauntless—through this hole."
She chewed on her lip as tension roamed over the crowd, quiet murmuring all around her. "Is there water at the bottom of it?" Will asked, her eyes landing on his blue jacket.
Eric gave Will a brilliant smile. "Guess you'll find out. Or not." Aubrey snorted quietly, the boy next to her quirking his brow. "Who's first?"
Aubrey opened her lips to speak when a girl beat her to it—her voice echoing through the crowd. Aubrey felt something pinch in her lower gut as the Abnegation girl stalked forward. Eric raised his brow before leaping down, his eyes locked on her as she stepped forward. She took off her sweater, a small snicker sounding from the bulky Candor girl.
"Yeah, take it off! Now put it back on!" The boy next to Aubrey snickered, her eyes narrowing at him. He raised his brow, heat coloring his cheeks before a blur of gray hit him in the face. The girl had pegged her sweater at him and Aubrey didn't hold back the smirk that crossed her face—quiet laughs all around.
Aubrey watched the girl climb the rail, her body still as she peered down the hole. Her eyes flicked to Eric, his arms crossed as a sigh escaped his lips. "Today initiate."
Aubrey huffed, the girl waiting another moment before leaping down. The crowd was silent, their breaths stilling—waiting for a scream to echo back to them. It never did. Another leader, Aubrey assumed, gave Eric a thumbs up. He picked at his fingernails, boredom crossing his sharp features.
"Who's next?"
Aubrey didn't wait this time. She shot through the crowd, her chin raised and blue eyes gleaming. "I am," she said, her voice strong.
Eric's face snapped to her as she walked by, his eyes wide. She gave him a quick glance before walking to the railing—her body shaking as she balanced on top of it. She sucked in a deep breath before she stepped off the edge—her eyes closed as her limbs flailed in the air. Her lips pulled up at the ends, the wind rushing past her falling body—her limbs stretched out like wings on a bird.
She landed on a thick net with a thud, air escaping her lungs as she bounced a few times. She took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the swaying net before her world shifted—the net being pulled down. She tumbled forward, her eyes locked with dark blue ones.
He held out his hand and helped her down. "What's your name, jumper?" His voice was clipped, eyes dark.
She blinked a few times before straightening herself out, her eyebrow raised. "Aubrey."
The man nodded, his eyes slightly narrowing before a woman took a step towards him. "Call it, Four!"
She heard his sigh escape his nose. "Second jumper, Aubrey!" Chants and hollers filled the hall as she stalked towards the Abnegation girl.
She gave a tentative smile, Aubrey returning the favor. "Aubrey," she quipped, hand outstretched.
The girl eyed her for a moment before she gripped Aubrey's hand, shaking stiffly. "Tris."
The rest of the group fell down the hole, piling around them. She felt the boy's—Peter's—eyes on her, his stare intense. She swallowed hard, Eric's form leaping off of the net. A girl with blonde-streaked dark hair sauntered forward. "I'm Lauren. I'm one of your instructors. Dauntless-born, with me. I assume you don't need a tour. Transfers, with Four."
The boy who had helped her from the net stalked forward. "My name is Four. I'm going to be your instructor for initiation." The dark-skinned Candor girl snickered, Four's eyes snapping to her. "Something funny?"
"Your name is Four?"
His lips twitched up. "Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"Were one through three taken?"
His eyes narrowed, lips smirking as he took a few steps towards her. Aubrey watched her breath hitch, her body shrinking down. "What's your name?"
"Christina."
"Well, Christina. First thing you're going to learn is to keep your mouth shut." Aubrey watched Christina nod, her body shaking softly. Four backed off a few paces, his arms crossed over his chest as Eric stepped forward.
Eric grinned, his smile wicked as his eyes scanned the transfers. His eyes fell on Aubrey, his smile faltering slightly. She stared back, silvery-blue eyes locked on one another before Eric broke away—his eyes narrowing at Peter, his form so close to Aubrey that their arms were touching. "Welcome to Dauntless," he said, voice low as his eyes bore into Aubrey's—her heart drumming up her throat.
I won't be updating this fic as much right now because I want to finish Lean on Me; TLAMLY; and Bite that Binds. I also have to start Falling Awake (don't worry, that's coming soon!) But I'll update this when I can :)
I hope you all liked this! It's going to be a mixture of the book and movies. I'll pick and choose here and there because there are things the book did better and things the movie did better.
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Until next time, bye-bye!