A/N: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT! ALL CHARACTERS AND SOME PLOT BELONG TO VERONICA ROTH. OTHER PARTS OF THE PLOT BELONG TO ME. K thanks! Now here's the prologue..

Prologue- Anonymous P.O.V

Rain pours onto the windshield of my black van as I drive on the abandoned pathway in the mountains, just south of Chicago. The thick woods fly by in a shadowy blur, their colors invisible in the black of the night. I try to remember how I was the one who got stuck with this job. "Because we don't want to do it," they told me. They said it was my job to finish what I started. I didn't argue. There is no arguing with them, if you know what's good for you.

Once I decide that I am far enough into the trees and plants and mud- far enough hidden from civilization, I quickly brake and jump out of the driver's seat in a rush. I pivot to the opposite side of the van and open the trunk. She lies with a black blanket wrapped around her, so all that is visible is her feet and a few locks of her blonde hair, some of which are now partially stained with dried blood. I lift her limp body out of the trunk and throw it over my shoulder and begin the hike further into the brush.

A smirk crosses my face at the memory of finding her and her brother. It was almost too simple. The selfless ways taught to them by their parents made it impossible for them to ignore me when I asked them to help me carry boxes to my car. She, being only ten, and he, being only eleven, were just children and were more than light enough for me to lift them both at the same time and throw them into the car. And bam- they were ours. Their parents should've listened to us from the first threat we sent. But they didn't. They were stubborn. They refused to listen. They refused to follow our orders. They refused to believe in what we are capable of. And they paid the consequences.

I press on through the the thick trees and rain, tree branches occasionally slapping against my face in the dead of the night and causing a few curse words to reflexively launch from my mouth. Instinctively, I whip my head around and squint to peer behind, double and triple checking that I am not being followed, though I am certain that no soul in their right mind would be on a hike in the mountains so late at night, especially in such weather. Not even the spiders that hang in the trees are here as witness. I continue to make my way up farther into the mountains, deeper into the wilderness. Farther from civilization. Farther from safety and clues and anything that could connect us to her disappearance.

After trudging through mud and muck for what could have been hours, I know that she will be hidden well enough where I stand. I stop abruptly and take her from my shoulder and drop her in the dirt, not bothering to be gentle. As her body hits the semi-solid ground, she emits a low groan. My eyebrows raise slightly in surprise. Somehow, this puny little girl is not yet dead. No matter. I have no need to waste my energy on finishing her off when nature, disease, and wild animals are here to complete the job for me. I simply just kick some dirt and leaves on top of her nearly-lifeless form.

Another smirk crosses my face as I observe the state we have put her in. Where the blanket has uncovered slightly, I see the mix of different shades of purple and blue and red that covered her face in bruises, cuts, and blood. The skin in between her eyebrows is furrowed in pain. "Not so tough and defiant now, are we?" I think to myself as memories of the fire and strength that developed in her eyes. She was different than her brother – while the fear was still there, it was combined with strength and defiance and determination, which when combined, can create on of the most dangerous emotions there are. Passion, the emotion that allows one to do anything. It does not matter anymore, though. A fire that burns that bright isn't meant to last. And we put out the flame.

I take one last glance and pivot on my heel as I begin to make the trek back toward the van as the feeling of satisfaction, that a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, sweeps over me. I know they will be pleased.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! If you did, be sure to favorite and follow so that you will get notifications when my stories are updated. Be sure to review! Comments and criticism are greatly appreciated! Also, please check out my other Divergent story, The Girl Dressed in Black. To those of you who have already read my other story, I am so sorry for not updating in a little while! It been pretty hectic - there was an accident and i am still recovering from being in the hospital, so PLEASE forgive me!

Thanks Babes

~Jillian