The goal was to destroy as much of Dauntless turf as possible. Tear it up. The sound of the spray streaming out across the walls and covering the known Dauntless graffiti made her adrenaline rush. She heard a shake of a can, the little ball inside mixing the paint before it unleashed again. Her friend chuckled and another pointed to his handiwork, satisfied with the vandalism of the Dauntless symbols.
Shouts sounded from down the end of the alley demanding for them to stop. "Run!" Someone yelled from their group. They took off, the four splitting into different directions. "Meet you home!" Her friend yelled cutting right as she hauled ass down the alley. She only concentrated on her breath – the in and out rhythm increasing as she sprinted. She didn't want to focus on the pounding on the pavement behind her, or the hand that clenched her arm and stopped her, jerking her body back. She was caught.
They threw her up against the brick wall and she banged her head, wincing from the jarring pain. She opened her eyes and counted them; there were three. Their eyes, gleamed wickedly in the moonlight. "Look what we have here, boys." The first said, tugging at the dark grey of her sweatshirt. She pushed the hand away forcefully, but he just grabbed her wrist and slammed it back against the wall. "An Abnee" He snarled. Another ripped the spray can from her hand and held it up.
"Destruction of property?" He asked sarcastically. "I though Abnees were supposed to be kind and thoughtful," He looked at the others and they laughed. He threw the can onto the ground. The sound of the aluminum hitting the concrete echoed through her ears. He leaned close and she could smell the liquor on his breath and see a scar cutting into the top of his lip. "Aren't you a pretty little Abnegation?" His index finger trailed along her jaw and down her neck. She spit at him, her saliva landing just beneath his eye. "Bitch." He muttered. His hand reared back to slap her and she prepared for the worst.
"That's enough." The voice came from the darkness, rumbling out across the four of them. The hand caught in midair and slowly lowered. She turned her head to see the figure emerge from the shadows of the alley. He was tall and broad-shouldered, imposing and bigger than the three of the men in front of her. "Let her go." He said, not even glancing in her direction.
"She was defacing Dauntless property." One defended.
"I said, let her go." The words came out forced and short, his teeth clenched. "We don't pick on those weaker than us." The one with the scar straightened his back and stood firm against the figure.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were some kind of Abnee lover, Four." He said squaring off with the man. She watched, her eyes raised as their faces drew close together. The figure named Four didn't flinch, but she saw his fists clench at his sides.
"Say that again." His voice was tight and she watched his eyes narrow. He leaned closer. They stood in their standoff for what seemed like forever and she wondered if this was her opportunity to escape. But she was afraid. The taller figure scared her; she knew she didn't want to face his wrath. One of the two guarding her finally spoke, convincing their member to secede and back down. The two men stepped back from each other. The figure watched carefully, as the other turned toward her, cracking his neck in the process.
"You just got lucky." He smirked. "Let's go." He said to his comrades. They released her and started off down the opposite of the alley. The figure stood by, watching them. She waited, wondering if this was her time to run or if he was going to deal with her instead. He stepped in front of her.
"You don't belong here." His voice was firm, but no longer the dangerous tone he had taken with the other men.
"I didn't need your help." She fought back, crossing her arms tightly across her sweatshirt and pursing her lips in defiance. He laughed lightly and it infuriated her.
"Right." He raised an eyebrow. "Because you were going to fight off three men twice your size." She hated that he was laughing at her.
"Yes, I was." She spat back. "You know, you Dauntless are all the same. You just think you're bigger and stronger than the rest of us." He looked away trying to not laugh further at her petit frame spewing insults at him.
"Listen," He bent down and picked up the spray can. "You don't belong on Dauntless turf and you Abnegation know it. I don't care if it's some initiation ritual, stay out." He handed her the can and she took it confused. "Don't come back." Her mind was reeling. Was he really handing her back her weapon of choice for the evening, letting her go? Forgiving her vandalism? It negated all of the previous conceptions she had of Dauntless members, and it incensed her anger.
"Don't tell me what to do!" She shouted. "And if I want to come back, I will! I don't take orders from any dumbass Dauntless, and I especially don't take orders from –" His hand covered her mouth and her eyes went wide.
"Would you just shut up?" He said calmly. "Please." She watched him. He pulled his hand away. "Sorry." He muttered. He ran his hand through his hair and looked down the alley. "Look, who knows what'll happen the next time. No one may be here to help you, and God only knows what some Dauntless will do." She stared at his face, he looked nervous and uneasy. She could see it in way his brow was knit and his aversion to her eyes. He didn't seem to be a typical Dauntless. Dauntless and Abnegation rarely spoke to each other. It was clear cut that they were each to stay on their sides of the city and leave each other be. However, above all this, it was unheard of for a Dauntless to help an Abnegation. They only planned to destroy them.
She gathered her thoughts together and looked up at him. "Okay." She agreed. "But two things before I go. First, this isn't an initiation ritual and I'm actually a pretty good fighter." He rolled his eyes. "Secondly, I guess –" She paused taking a deep breath. He watched her, studying her movements. "I need to thank you." She smiled a little and looked down at the can in her hand.
"No need." He said. "Just stay safe." She nodded and he turned, disappearing back into the shadows of the alley. Gone as quickly as he arrived. She sighed, watching him for as long as possible before turning on her own heel and quickly getting back to her own turf.
A/N: I do not own any of the Divergent Series. This plot has been running through my mind for days, and I've been debating even writing anything. However, I decided I just needed to do it and see where it goes. Life can definitely get in the way. My plan for this is to be a West Side Story/Romeo and Juliet adaptation, hence the title. I have not read all 6,000+ Divergent fics, so if you've done something like this previously, I'm sorry. I hope that mine is uniquely different from yours. I don't plan on this being very long, and it may take awhile in between updates. I appreciate kind and gentle reviews always. xoxo-B.