New Perspectives: Divergent Fanfiction
Tris' POV
Chapter One: Celebrating Victories
Disclaimer- While I own this fanfiction, I do not own the wonderful series Divergent. That is owned and controlled entirely by Veronica Roth. I respect the copyright entirely, and in no way am I trying to steal/claim her work.
A/N: Welcome to chapter one of New Perspectives, my original fanfiction, based on the divergent saga by Veronica Roth. I'd like my readers to take into consideration, I am conducting my storyline a bit different. There is no turmoil between factions, so therefore, there was no war. I'd like to show my readers what I've conjured in my imagination, my world within the depths of the Divergent world. I hope you all enjoy what I have put together for you here. All of your reviews and favorites are highly appreciated, and I hope you come to cherish this fic as much as I have come to cherish it myself. Please enjoy everybody, welcome.
I stood in utter shock next to Four.. Tobias, as Eric uncovered our final rankings.
1. Tris
2. Uriah
3. Lynn
4. Marlene
5. Peter
6. Will
7. Christina
I felt like fireworks were surrounding me as my mind propelled itself into a state of euphoria. Christina and Will cheered next to me, and shared a passionate, celebratory kiss. I looked at Tobias, who, to my surprise, was tearing up. I pulled him into the tightest hug, and on my tiptoes, we shared our first public kiss. Physical affection is something I wouldn't have even dreamt of weeks ago. It was him, though. For only a few straight seconds, the world escaped me, and I forgot that we were standing in a room full of people. Tobias' strong, scarred hands squeezing my waist brought me back. surprised gasps from initiates around us were quickly drowned out by more cheering, and escalating celebration. I shivered as Tobias nuzzled my ear and hair, and chuckled. Pure electricity ran up and down my spine, and my cheeks grew hot. "You ranked first, six. Pretty good for a stiff, you know," said Tobias, making me laugh myself. I turned and placed my hands on his waist, and looked up. I stood on my tiptoes again, kissing his nose. "Hmm, Six? I think I'll leave number nicknames to you, Four." I kissed his lips softly, and Christina hugged me from behind, whisking me away from Tobias. "Cozy with Four, Tris?", giggled Christina, who handed me a black shot glass. Clear liquid filled it to the brim, and I raised the rim to my nose, and inhaled. A hot burn hit the back of my throat. I didn't question what kind of alcohol I was about to drink, because I didn't care. I raised the shot glass high above my head, and let out a very uncharacteristic chant. "WE'RE DAUNTLESS! I'LL. DRINK. TO. THAT." The words came out slowly, and I filtered everything else around me out as I threw my head back, and bravely took the entire shot down my throat. A satisfying burn made its way downwards, and I cheered with the rest. I lost myself in the bass of the celebration. Christina and I danced together carelessly. Uriah stood on a table, holding up a beer. I realized this celebration had been going on for about an hour and a half now. He held a megaphone, and he held up his beer. His speech slurred as he talked. "I'm…. feeling…. a…. party….tonight. I don't know…. about you guys…. but I'm partying like a Dauntless…. tonight." Cheers and hoots roar around the room. I search for Tobias, who I've lost in the energetic crowd of celebrators.
Christina grabbed my arm, pulling me out towards the commons. "Where are we going?", I asked Christina, who smiled. I recognized the faint glimmer of mischief in her deep eyes. "Shopping, of course," giggled tipsy christina, who lead me to the familiar row of stores in the Dauntless headquarters. We passed the tattoo parlor, and Christina and I exchanged a look. We were both thinking the same. We were greeted by Tori, who congratulated us on making the cut, and offered us free tattoos. I got three new tattoos. Down my left arm, flames extended from my wrist to my shoulder. I got the rest of the faction seals between my two shoulder blades, where I already had the Abnegation and Dauntless seals tattooed on each shoulder. On my right thigh, I got more flames, with today's date within the swirling inferno. As Tori gracefully worked on Christina, who was getting a flaming infinity sign on her lower back, my mind wandered to Tobias. I imagined he had gone off with Uriah and the other Dauntless born initiates who had made the final cut to get ready for the party tonight.
After our tattoos, we found ourselves in an upscale Dauntless store, browsing the infinite number of racks, each filled with edgy apparel, all, of course, in the shade of Dauntless black. I helped christina choose a skintight black dress, that had a swooping neckline, and barely covered her rear end, cutting off on her upper thighs. A grin spread across her face as she drank in her appearance in a full length mirror. My mind briefly flashed to my original home in Abnegation, that I had left behind for this lifestyle. That seemed like ages ago. Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I blinked them away. I thought of my mother and my father, and I wondered what they did today in their empty house in Abnegation. I thought of what I left behind in my original faction. I didn't miss it anymore, like I did when I first transferred to Dauntless. Now, what remained in my mind of Abnegation was simply a dull, blunt, weakening pain. I thought of my old, conservative, gray Abnegation Uniform. I thought of my mother, father, brother and I taking turns cooking dinner, and cleaning the dishes together. I thought, as I looked in the mirror at flawless Christina, of my mother cutting my hair every three months in the small mirror behind the panel in our simple, comfortable house, when she'd precisely trim my hair, and fix it into my custom knot at the top of my head. I pictured my mother, and imagined her scent. As her familiar image flooded my mind, I studied lovingly the wrinkles by her mouth, caused by years of smiling and laughing. I thought admiringly of her comforting face, that had done the act of selflessness upon others many times over. I imagined her voice, the way it said my name. "Tris… Tris…. Trissss." However, the voice of my mother faded as it was replaced with another. Christina. She rid me of my mindless gaze, and held an outfit in front of her, gesturing for me to take it. I did. I wandered into the dressing room, and emerged outside minutes later, where Christina was waiting. Her jaw dropped. "Tris, you're beautiful," she said. "You have to look in the mirror. You look stunning. Four will love it." I smiled, and turned to face the mirror. In the mirror, a girl I barely recognized faced me. She had ink running up and down her body, and heavy black eye makeup framed big brown eyes. She wore a pair of black leather high waisted shorts, and a lacy black crop top that cut off just above her midsection, showing a pale stomach. The back of her top was made entirely of lace, and revealed, through black lace, five faction symbols that extended from shoulder to shoulder. She became more familiar, the longer I stared at her. This was not Beatrice Prior. That girl was gone. This was Tris.
Christina and I each bought a pair of matching black stilettos, and I exchanged my wavy curled hair look, for a pin straight hairstyle that framed my face. I used a deep red lipstick on my full lips, and opted for a pair of ripped black fishnet tights. Dusk fell on the faction of Dauntless, and the train could be heard faintly in the distance. It was time for the party.
A/N: There was the first chapter of New Perspectives! I want reviews from you guys! I appreciate constructive criticism very much. Do you want longer or shorter chapters, what kinds of things do you guys want to see happen, how can I make it better? I want to hear from you! Thank you so much for your time! I'll be updating again soon!
-Mattia