Hey! Future me here. I am just here to tell you sorry that the beginning of this story is crap, but I wrote it over a year ago and I have been trying to rewrite it, but I just don't have the time. But don't lose hope! I assure you that the later half of the story is much better, so if you just want to skim through the first few chapters, that's fine, but make sure you don't miss the rest of the story! It gets much more interesting later on. Trust me.

I know these no war stories are used a lot. But this is not going to be just any no war story. You may have read some of my other Divergent stories, like What Do We Do Now? and All I Hear Is Nothing. This is going to be similar to those, but in a different setting. It was getting a bit redundant to write after the war. So, first I thought about writing it during Allegiant, but then started crying again just thinking about it. So I decided to write a no war story where Tris gets a life changing enjury after she gets into Dauntless. I thought it would be really cool to see her try to live in Dauntless after her injury. And I really wanted to have some of the original characters alive, because there is just nobody to write about. If any of you have any Erudite in you, I am sure you can figure out what happens to Tris from the name of this story. If not, then too bad. But enough about the inner workings of my mind, lets get to the story...

CHAPTER 1

Living in Dauntless was great. It was amazing to always feel so free. In all my years in Abnegation, I had never realized how excruciatingly boring it was there. I had been in Dauntless for about four months now. I chose a job as a leader and an initiate trainer with Tobias. I got an apartment down the hall from Tobias's and upstairs from Christina's. Our group of friends would often go to parties at each other's houses, hang out by the Chasm, or just horse around the compound together. I had never really know what it was like to have friends before, but now I don't what I would do without them.

Today I was walking back from my first ever meeting as a full-fledged Dauntless leader, when Christina ran up beside me and began walking with me, a worried look on her face, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. I turn towards her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

"What?" she asks, raising an eye brow at my anticipation. I just shake my head dismissively and continue walking. She stays silent, keeping her pace beside me, her gaze cast to the ground. Once we get to my hallway, she unexpectedly pulls me down the hall and up the stairs, dragging me through her apartment door, making me trip in the process. She lifts me up off the ground frantically, muttering apologies, but still frowning. Once I gain my balance again, I cross my arms and look at her in the eye angrily, wanting answers. But I am also concerned, because she usually doesn't act like this.

"What? I can't spend time with my best friend?" she states, very unconvincingly, trying to fake a smile.

"What's wrong Christina?" I ask, lowering my angered stance and putting a hand on her shoulder. She takes a shaky breath and plops down on her couch in a huff.

"I... I think I might be pregnant," she mutters. Her face is hidden in her hands, quiet sobs causing her shoulders to shake. This one moment where I am left utterly speechless. I just stand there in shock. I don't know why, though. We all expected this. We all know how Christina and Will are. But they still are very young, only sixteen. Definitely not ready for a child, especially not in Dauntless.

I shake myself out of my daze, realize that my best friend is in deep trouble. I carefully sit down next to her, wrapping my arms around her fragile form in a comforting hug. She turns towards me and sobs violently into my shoulder, mumbling words that I can't understand.

"It's okay, it's okay. Everything will be alright," I whisper in her ear, smoothing down her ruffled hair, trying to sooth her.

"Tris," she cries, her voice like a choked bird. "Tris. What am I going to do?"

"Shh, Chris. You can get through this. I know you can. You are Dauntless, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." We sit there for a moment, the silence engulfing us. It is peaceful, forgetting about the problem at hand. But Christina interrupts it by sitting up, sniffling and wiping the tears from her face. I help her lie down on the couch, pulling a blanket over her before shuffling over to the kitchen to make her some tea. After searching through her cabinets and boiling some water on the stove, I go back to check on her. She is exactly where I left her, so quiet that you might think that she was asleep, except for the fact that she has her eyes wide open and staring at the blank wall. I sit at her feet, setting a hand gingerly on her ankle.

"Did you tell Will yet?"

She finally notices me, slowly sitting up and wrapping the blanket tightly around herself. "No. I didn't know how. I'm so afraid of what he will think."

"It's okay Christina. I am sure he will be fine with this."

"But what are we going to do? I am not ready for a child."

"Christina, everything is going to work out." I feel like I am just spewing out empty promises. I am just trying to comfort Christina. But why does it all feel like lies? I really don't know how all of this will play out. Anything could happen.

After about half an hour, Christina is back to normal. We planned out how she is going to reveal the news to Will. I seemingly convinced her that she should not worry about this right now. I don't know how well she is going to take my advice. I hug her tightly, giving her one last encouraging smile before stepping out. I decide to take a walk to clear my head instead of going back to my apartment.

I make my way through the strangely empty hallways to the Chasm, savoring the beautiful sounds of the Dauntless compound. The distant screams and laughter, the rushing water crashing against the rocks below me, the sound of a gun cocking behind me. I freeze, gripping the wet railing in front of me. I feel the cold metal of the shaft of the gun being pressed into the back of my head. My mouth goes dry, my breaths becoming shallow, my blood pulsing in my ears.

"Don't move or I'll shoot," the person behind me growls. Their voice sounds familiar, my mind immediately associating it with fear. It takes me a few heartbeats , but I finally recognize him. It is Peter. He is here to kill me again. In the same exact place as last time. I try to hide my frightened shivers, not wanting to show any weakness. He suddenly grabs my shoulder and roughly turns me to face him.

"You are going to regret ever beating me in training, Stiff," he says, pressing the gun to my forehead. I stay pressed against the railing, not taking my eyes off Peter for a second. I don't understand his motives. Why is he still angry about me beating him? He got into Dauntless, isn't that all that mattered? Maybe he wants my place as leader, so he can corrupt our faction even more.

"Peter, listen. You don't need to do this. I didn't do anything to you," I say, sliding my right foot ever so slightly to the side, hoping he doesn't notice.

"I said don't move!" he yells, his gun still trained on me. On impulse, I quickly kick his legs out from under him with a sweep of my foot, rendering him defenseless for a moment. I sprint away as fast as I can, Peter yelling behind me. Then I hear the sound of the gunshot, so loud that it pierces my ear drums. I feel the bullet enter the back of my skull, my head feeling as if it is falling to pieces. The last thing my eyes register is the view of Tobias coming around the far corner before everything stops.

I just realized how fun it is to write in a no war setting. I love being able to have all the characters! I know most of first chapters end like this, but pretty much everything else is different. I am so exited about this story. I have so many ideas.