Hello, readers!

This story is kinda different but I really hope you enjoy it. The story will be told by different perspectives, so be sure to read whose it is before reading the chapter.

Please comment on whether you like the story or not. Also be sure to say who you want Tris to be with because anything can happen!

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Chapter 1: Tris

I did it. I actually did it.

After all these weeks, I have passed the Dauntless initiation. And not even that, I have been able to come first!

I know where I belong and I now have a family to be with. I have friends here...

But why aren't I fully happy?

I don't stay long to celebrate. I leave as soon as the alcohol appears - which is pretty quickly. Surprisingly Will comes with me back to the dorms; he doesn't like alcohol either. As we walk through the paths that spiral up the walls of the Pit, we make small chat with each other. He is pleased with his ranking on the board and he hopes to get a job in the computing.

He asks me what I want to do and I realise that I haven't thought about it. To be honest, I never thought I get this far. As I am the highest person on the leader board, I may be offered a job in leadership but who would want a girl from Abnegation?

Even though there is still so much noise coming from the Pit, Will and I decide it would be better if we tried to get an early night. We talk for a while until Will doesn't reply to me and I realise he has fallen asleep. I hear a quiet snore as he falls deeper into a world of his own.

I find a torch in my trunk under my bed. It holds my clothes which will soon be moved into my own apartment. My fingers find the switch and the dim light fills the room. At first I hover it over Will's sleeping body making sure that he is alright - and he is.

It then goes around to each different bed. Christina's next to me is messy and unmade; like a lot of the other beds in here. Molly, Drew, Peter's bed sit beside each other. However, recently they have all been ignoring each other. There are no other people on the row because both Edward and Myra have left.

Originally it was Al, Will, Christina and I on the middle row but now it is just the three of us. Finally the third row is just empty and it always has been. This is only the transfer's dorm and seeing as there were only nine of us to begin with, we were told not to use that row.

Then I remember, my light turns back round behind me and hits Molly and Drew's beds. They won't be coming back. Eleven and Twelve. They were cut and are now Factionless.

Beside their beds is Edward's. The stain is still there. The last time we saw Edward and Myra. I remember it so clearly and I can hear his cry loud in my ears. I turn off the torch and throw it into the trunk. I pull the duvet over my head to hide myself from the nightmares.

I awake screaming. But luckily my pillow muffles them. I throw off my duvet and stand quickly out of bed. I can still feel their hands across my body. I look for the blood but it is no longer there. It was a nightmare that is all. My eyes scan the room; Christina and Peter are asleep in their bed now.

My eyes linger on Peter for a second; he looks more innocent in his sleep.

I try to get back to sleep but the memories still haunt me. I find some skinny jeans to pull on and an oversized sweatshirt to cover my body. I find my trainers and walk out of the dorm. Without thinking I find myself walking to the Pit.

It must be early morning because there is no one still celebrating here. However, there are many cups lying on the floor, which used to hold alcohol. I don't move. I stand looking and listening to the water crash against the rocks in the chasm.

"Tris?"

I twist my head round. I can't make out his face and the voice is unfamiliar to me but I still recognise it. The person has broad shoulders and is almost a head higher than me, it is definitely a male. He moves forward a step which allows the moonlight to catch his face. I recognise him instantly. Peter.

I step back but keep my eyes locked onto him. "Stay away from me, Peter."

"Tris, please. I'm not going to hurt you." He has stepped forward more so I can now see what he is wearing: baggy pants and a plain black t-shirt. "Please, Tris"

For some weird reason, I feel like I can trust him and I relax my mussels. He seems to see this and comes to stand beside me. He doesn't talk for a long time. He stands there looking out over the Pit.

"If you have come to kill me," I say. "Can you please get it over with? I don't want to fight."

"And neither do I." Peter looks at me. "Look I'm sorry for what happened before-"

"You tried to kill me Peter! And I'm just meant to be like it's alright. What are you even doing here?" I cross my arms over my chest to try and make myself more protected.

"Tris, look at me." Peter says gently. My arms stay over my chest and I keep my eyes locked onto something into the distance. "Tris, for god sake look at me." He takes my shoulders in his hands and turns me to him. Why is he doing this? For a second my eyes flicker up to him, he eyes look desperate. I look down at the floor to so I don't start feeling sorry for him. "Tris come on," Peter pleads. He cups my chin in his hand and pulls it up to face him.

I look up at him. I have never really been this close to him. His deep brown eyes are wide and filled with guilt. His cheek bones are quite defined and so is his jaw line. He reminds me of Caleb a bit, in the way that all his features would have looked odd on him as a child but he is now somewhat attractive.

"What are you doing here, Peter?" I say quietly.

"Two reasons. First one is that you were screaming and I wanted to make sure you were alright. The second reason, you don't need to know yet." He says with a smile. He takes his hands from my shoulder and chin. He moves back a step allowing for some space between us.

"I just had a nightmare that all," I say feebly. I feel my cheeks get hotter and I look at him from under my eyelashes. Peter smiles at me. This is the first time we have ever really talked to each other and I realise that Peter can actually be a really nice person. "I know its stupid," I say. "But I never thought I get through and I was just thinking of everything that happened."

Peter looks away from me. I can see he is feeling guilty but why? This not how Peter usually is. What has changed? A few weeks ago he tried to kill me and know he is being nice. "I'm so sorry for what happened and that it has caused you this." Voices come from the corridor behind Peter. He looks towards them and looks back at me. "They always come at this time."

"You have come here before?" I ask.

"Yeah, I find it relaxing here," he replies. "We should go, they aren't very polite. I learnt that the hard way."

"Okay"

Together we walk back to the dorm. Weirdly we get closer together and when we reach it my shoulder is against his arm. Quietly we sneak in to find Christina and Will fast asleep. "Thank god for that," Peter whispers quietly and completely agree with him.

We walk across to the middle row where I sleep on the end. "Well goodnight Peter."

He laughs, "Goodnight Tris." And without warning he kisses me on my cheek and walks to his bed.

As my cheeks turn bright red, I am finally glad to live underground where there is no light.