Greetings, Divergent fans! This is my first time doing a Divergent Trilogy fanfic involving an OC!Tris, so I hope you go easy on me. I hope you all enjoy this fanfic and its future chapters. The reason why I wanted to make an OC!Tris is because the plot bunnies won't stop bothering me about it (which is frikishly true, dagnamit) and read other fanfics about OC!Canon and was like 'hey, why don't I do it?'. Not to mention, I don't see any OC!Tris or any OC!Canon here in Divergent Trilogy section. So why don't I be the first to make one? .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ
Anyway, I really hope you like thisfic. I'm sorry if it's a bit Mary-Suish or sucky if you think so, but I'm not sorry making this fic though! Please leave a review/follow/fave, no flames allowed but constructive criticism is appreciated.
Thank you for your time! Now...
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Chapter 1 - Beatrice
I never believed in reincarnation or being reborn.
But the moment I opened my eyes, I stared at a pair of teary, green eyes of a blonde woman.
She looked beautiful. The woman before me has long lashes and high cheekbones. When I was about to ask who she is. I noticed that my words came out in what sounded like a baby coo.
That's when I noticed that everything around seemed bigger. I clutched my fists and felt how soft and weak they are.
"Oh, hello, sweetie." the woman said with a tearful smile.
Realization slapped me in the face.
I was a baby.
The woman (who I presumed to be my 'mother') held me to her chest and sniffed. She whispered of how much she's grateful that I'm born and how much she loves me.
Anyone in my place would've cried or scream at this, but, I, feel calm for some unknown reason despite my confusion.
It wasn't long ago I died from a gunshot that was meant for my little brother. Three criminals broke into our apartment to steal, so my father and I have to stall them to make time for the police to arrive. When one of the criminals aimed their gun at my brother, I didn't hesitate to jump in to protect him.
I didn't regret taking the bullet. As long my brother is okay, I could care less about my life.
Then the last thing I remember is the police rushing into the apartment, screaming for the three criminals to get on the ground.
One of the doctors came and asked my new mother for my name. I stared at her eyes and she smiled at me brightly.
"Beatrice. Beatrice Prior will be her name," she said.