DISCALIMER: I don't own Divergent and I never will! But I feel like I should explain what Amity is about. It's a simple one-shot book; except I'm doing song-shots and quote-shots. Song-shots are one shots based off of songs and quote shots are based off of quotes. Pretty simple, right? I apologize in advance about the characters, since I will probably not be able to portray them very well. But, I do hope you enjoy!

Sugar, We're Goin' Down

Am I more than you bargained for yet,

I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,

Cause that's just who I am this week,

Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum,

I'm just a notch in your bedpost,

But you're just a line in a song;

Tobias watched as the initiates threw feebly aimed and weak punches at the orange bags. And they want to be Dauntless? He bit back a laugh at the thought; the group was so full of pride that they refused to ask for help, so Tobias never offered. His blue eyes scanned the room quickly and soon fell on the mousy Stiff.

Stiff wasn't just a nickname for the petite blonde girl, it was also her motions. She would be leaving herself vulnerable in a fight unless she learned how to loosen up and strike. The loud-mouth Candor- Christina, Tobias thought- was parrying Stiff's (he should really think Tris) blows without any effort and he didn't bother to hide his groan. Pretty soon, Christina left Tris to go spar with another initiate. Acting on an impulse, Tobias strode over to Tris and observed her. She casted a wary glance at him, switched her weight to the balls of her feet and threw herself at the punching bag.

"You don't have much muscle," Tobias states, in an attempt to help her. He continues to explain why, though he doubts Tris is listening. Tobias inwardly sighed and pressed his hand against her stomach, trying to ignore the feel of her sucking her breath in.

"Keep tension here," He directed, pressing firmly on her abdomen. Tris nodded determinedly and Tobias pulled his hand away swiftly and walked on.

Drop a heart, break a name,

We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team,

We're going down, down in an earlier round,

And Sugar, we're going down swinging,

I'll be your number one with a bullet,

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it;

Tris didn't get to fight on the first day, so she was beyond determined to prove herself the next. She remembered what Four had told her and focused on keeping tension and striking first. When Al, Will and Christina left to go to the Pit, Tris ambled confidently with them. She was prepared for Eric to announce the first fighters and was planning to sneak away and practice for a few minutes during that time. Her confidence fell when she saw the board. She had to fight Peter.

She was shaking by the time she had to go and stand center in the arena. Her eyes briefly met Four's and he looked furious while next to him, Eric looked almost joyful.

"You okay there Stiff?" Peter scoffed, a wicked gleam in his eye. "You look like you're about to cry." He continued taunting Tris about begging and something in Tris snaps.

She doesn't have to feel bad about hitting Peter. She just had to remember to strike first. So, with one last look at Four, Tris focused her attention on the boy in front of her.

"No tears?" Peter cackled.

Tris lashed out, "When we're finished, you'll be crying,"

It was a stupid retort, but Peter smirked, "Looks like our Stiff has an attitude. This is going to be fun,"

Tris spun and kicked, only to have her foot grabbed. She didn't last long after that.

Tobias was pissed. No, beyond pissed. Where in Eric's mind did he find it fucking ok to put that girl against a guy like Peter? Tobias wouldn't mind it as much if Peter didn't have that unnecessary hatred for Stiffs. Now he was sitting here watching Tris stand up, all bloodied and bruised, only to be smacked roughly back to the ground. She was pale, but to stubborn to give in, as if Eric would let her.

"Really?" Tobias hissed. "You're going to let him practically kill her?"

We're going down, down in an earlier round,

And Sugar, we're going down swinging,

I'll be your number one with a bullet,

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it;

"Four," Eric breathed. "Look at Peter. He has a wonderful potential in Dauntless…."

"What about the Stiff?" Tobias interrupted.

Eric shifted slightly to face him, "You have to cut the weakest links."

Tobias glared at the ground, clenching his fists. What happened to the Dauntless he joined? Tobias made it his obligation to do whatever it takes for Tris Prior to get above the red line in ranks. He lifted his gaze to center of the arena, only to see Tris on the ground once more.

"Why do you care about what happens to her anyways, Four?" Eric said softly. "It's almost as if you like the Stiff,"

Tobias stood up and walked away, sickened by the fight and his company.

We're going down, down in an earlier round

And Sugar, we're going down swinging

I'll be your number one with a bullet

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

Song: Sugar, We're Goin' Down by Fall Out Boy