Ok, hey guys. This is my first Divergent fanfic, I decided to give it a try. So there has been no war, Tris has been brought up in Dauntless with her mum, her dad transferred to Abnegation before she was born (just to tell you that in case I ever mention him), and I think everything else should be covered.

Tobias

'The meeting starts at six AM sharp' my ass. It's now six twenty-five and everyone - well everyone important enough to go to this meeting - is waiting outside the office and has been since six.

Just as people are beginning to get rowdy and contemplate leaving, Eric, Dauntless leader, decides to finally show up, waltzing down the hall with a cup of coffee in his hand. I can practically taste the death glares aimed at him from behind me.

"Four," he says too cheerily for this time in the morning. "Glad you're here." He then walks through the door to the office and everyone follows suit. Three of the offices walls are purely floor to ceiling windows; one of the few offices above ground rather than in the Pit. We all take a seat at the long table situated in the centre if the room, Eric and one end and me at the other. I notice no one I know at the table so I stare ahead at Eric.

"So," he says after a few minutes of silence. "The reason I have called this meeting is one of a serious matter. As we all know, we disposed of the last of the Divergent over ten years ago, but it seems we missed one."

At this everyone starts to mumble to each other and I hope to God no one notices my shoulders tense slightly. I have a lot on my plate at the moment and my Divergents getting out would not help.

The quiet mumbling has now become full on talking and I can see Eric's patience is wearing thin. "So what do we do about it?" I ask, my voice cuts everyone off and Eric grins at me, making his many piercing holes stretch his face into a gruesome one.

"That's a good question, Four. A good question indeed. So what do we do about it?" He asks. "We do exactly what we have been doing and sort out the matter. However, it's not so simple this time, because she is one of our own. In fact, she is one of our best, so in that case people will notice when she goes 'missing'." He makes air quotations around the word missing. "So, how do we solve this you may ask?" Then he looks directly at me, his eyes burrowing into mine. "Gentlemen, meet Four."

.o.O.o.

Tris

Not today, I think rolling out of bed. I peel my eyes open at the sound of my alarm and slam my hand on the off button. Six AM; what sort of unearthly time is this? I throw the duvet off me and stand up, a wave of dizziness washing over me like a torrent. I squeeze my eyes shut and watch as colours of silver, gold and red swirl and dance around the backs of my eyelids.

The brief dizziness made me lose my train of thought for a second, but now it's back. Anything but today.

I slowly trudge into the small bathroom and lean heavily on the porcelain sink, not daring to look into the mirror. I have a feeling my mascara and eyeliner have caused panda-eyes and the rest of my makeup has probably smudged into something resembling a clown.

Eventually I pluck up the courage to look into the mirror and my assumptions are correct. I cringe at my appearance and reach for some aspirin to take care of my pounding head, courtesy of my hangover.

It was exactly twelve years ago yesterday that my mother 'died'. Twelve years since I have not been fully myself. They say she died jumping off the train; one of the most usual ways the Dauntless go. But I don't believe that. I don't believe it for a second. My mother was too clever to fall of the train; too experienced. And the fact that they couldn't find the body supported my theory.

I believe she was murdered - shot whilst her back was turned; then thrown into the Chasm, but no one will listen to me. They still blame it on grief. But there is one other fact that makes me strongly believe this, one secret that only I know, and one thing that my mother and I still share: our Divergence. If there was one thing she told me before she 'died' it was to keep this to myself and that if anyone found out my life would be at risk. And I have stuck to that ever since.

So anyway, to mark the anniversary of her death, each year I go out and drink myself silly. I know it's not the best way to remember her, but it's what gets me through the year.

Usually, after my drinking night, I spend the next day in bed, avoiding people and people's questions. But not this year. I have promised my friend, Christina, that I would help her train the new transfer initiates today. Teach them how to punch and kick, how to avoid being punched and kicked, how to shoot a gun and how to throw a knife. She said that it would be good for me to show them seeing as I am one of the best Dauntless have got, and I agree, if I do say so myself. Actually, her exact words were 'help me scare the crap out of them!' Which I guess means the same thing.

After I am showered and have re-done my make-up I head back to my room to get dressed. I pull on some knee high black combat boots, hard leather jeans and another leather jacket, all bought by Christina (I think she has something for leather), then head out of the door and to the training room.

So there's chapter one, what did you think of it? Would you like another chapter, because I have one ready? Please review x