BROKEN THROUGH AND THROUGH
Please read the following information so the story and it's progression makes sense.
1. Personally I didn't care much for the social experimentation path the original franchise went down. So I'm taking a bit of a different direction the second film.
2. In this story, I will be using the movie version of Eric, and have given him the surname Coulter. I found this on an Enstars article about his character.
3. The choosing ceremony takes place at aged eighteen. The ages for the main characters are as follows. Eric: 22. Sibella: 19. Four: 22. Tris: 20.
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CHAPTER ONE
All dressed up in red
Summary: "Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognised your own reflection?" It's been clear to Sibella Hudson for a while that she does not belong in Amity, and finds herself longing for a life in Dauntless. So she finds herself trying to get close to them whenever she can, but her life changes dramatically when one particular Dauntless member gets shot.
Author's Note: As of the 01.06.18, I've revamped and slightly altered this story, starting it from a little earlier than before. But other than that, nothing has changed. Before we begin, just a few things you should know: first off, this is based more off the films than the books. Secondly, I'll be giving Eric the surname 'Coulter', I got this from the Enstars article about his character. I thought it suited him quite nicely. That's all for now!
Featured Review: Since this is the first chapter of this story, there isn't a Featured Review. For my newer followers, Featured Reviews is something I do all my works. It's a way to say thanks to those who stop and took the time to let me know what they thought. I pick a review and say why I liked it, if it made me smile or how it helped me.
Disclaimer: Veronica Roth owns Divergent and all it's characters. The only thing that belongs to me is this story, my work and my own characters. I claim no rights to anything else
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"Bells, I don't think I can do this." One of the two women whispered as they stood on the edge of the roof, looking down into the entrance of Dauntless. At night the sight was definitely a lot more, well, daunting. Normally the sun would cast a little light down into the hole, giving the people at the top a small idea of how far down they'd fall. But at night it just looked like an endless pit of darkness. As soon as your foot left the edge, it was submerged in darkness. The sound of music could be heard echoing throughout Dauntless, loud and rather explicit music that neither of the two women were used to. While the first seemed rather cautious and hesitant, the second woman looked eager and ready to enter the unknown.
"Maple, don't quit on me now, not after everything we went through to get here." The first woman scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest with a rather unimpressed look on her face. Earlier that day while in the market, the two had overheard some Dauntless soldiers talking about a huge party happening that night to celebrate their newest initiates earning their place among the faction. Being in Amity, it was quite obvious these two women wouldn't be welcome. So the first had come up with a plan to sneak in completely unnoticed. Her friend had been pretty against the idea to begin with, claiming she'd never leave Amity after curfew for a stupid party in Dauntless. But after some guilt tripping from her friend, her mind changed fairly quickly. After fashioning some passable Dauntless outfits, the two hand crept out of Amity, boarded the train and jumped off it once they reached their destination.
"I'm not! I just, I'm not comfortable jumping down into a massive hole with no idea what's at the bottom? What if they've removed the net?" Maple whispered, looking around for what must have been the tenth time in the space of two minutes. It was needless to say that the young woman was definitely not Dauntless, and was very Amity. She had luscious blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulder blades, bright blue eyes and beautifully tanned skin that clearly indicated all the time she'd spent in the sun. Her counterpart couldn't have been more of the opposite if they'd tried. Sibella's skin was as pale as now, her hair black as the night, flowing down to the base of her spine, and her eyes were the darkest shade of brown possible.
"They haven't. I've got a friend in Dauntless, they never bother taking it down because they don't think anyone would be stupid enough to try and get in." Sibella explained, giving her friend what was supposed to be a comforting smile, but Maple took it another way entirely.
"Well their logic isn't flawed. What if we get caught? I don't fancy being skinned alive by Dauntless because I crashed their party." Maple muttered, fear very evident in her voice.
"They won't skin you. Just close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to calm down. We'll be fine, I promise. Trust me." Sibella stated, placing a hand on Maple's shoulder, rubbing it softly. Following her friend's instructions, Maple closed her eyes and started breathing in and out in a steady rhythm, focusing on calming herself down. But Sibella took that moment to push the blonde off the roof, laughing her head off as she heard Maple cursing her name on the way down. The yelp of surprise she heard afterwards confirmed Maple landed safely on the net. Waiting a few moments for Maple to climb off, Sibella then launched herself off the roof, yelling in pure delight as she descended down into the darkness.
It was only a few seconds of falling, but it filled her body with so much adrenaline, especially when her back hit the net and she was launched back up into the air again. She'd never felt such a rush before, after all there wasn't really much for a thrill seeker in Amity. Dauntless on the other hand seemed to be just what she was looking for. It had the excitement she craved, but also the element of purpose and respect she longed to have, neither of which she'd found in Amity. No one there really understood her besides Maple, she didn't belong there.
"You are the biggest bitch on the planet, you know that right?" Maple's voice spat, causing Sibella to laugh once more before climbing off the net. Ruffling her friend's hair, she quickly decided telling Maple that she actually hadn't known whether the net would be there or not probably wasn't the best idea, and instead opted to smile sweetly, batting her eyes innocently.
"You love me really. Now come on, if they catch us here we'll definitely be in trouble. All we need to do is blend in with the crowd and they won't know any different." Sibella instructed, grabbing Maple's hand and ran away from the net with the blonde in tow, trying to locate the source of the music as quickly as possible. And it didn't take them long at all. Looking down over a walkway, they could see a large open area that Dauntless members referred to as the pit. It was the center of all life in Dauntless, where you could find everything the faction offered. Tattoo parlours, piercing studios, night clubs, the lot. It was all there.
"Sibella, we shouldn't be here. This has gone far enough. I'm leaving." Maple stated in a hushed tone. Sighing softly, Sibella ignored her and started heading down a flight of stairs, her goal now being to enter the night club and have the best night of her life. If Maple ended up going home then that was her choice, but there was no way in hell that Sibella was going with her. She planned to enjoy herself, no one was going to stop her from doing that, not even Dauntless themselves. If she got caught, so be it, but at least she'd have the memories of that night to remember for the rest of her life. No one would be able to take those away from her. Not Amity and their peace Serum, no amount of that vile stuff would distort her fond memories.
Though when she actually moved among the Dauntless members, she did feel a little nervous. Some had been living there for their entire lives, surely they'd be able to spot an intruder? Taking a deep breath to conform herself, she quickly made her way to the source of the music, a nightclub branded with the name 'Rust', and it was definitely crowded. It didn't look like there was enough space for someone to breathe in there, let alone move. Regardless, Sibella made her way inside and moved towards the dance floor where several young Dauntless members were already having the time of their lives. Many couples swayed rather suggestively to the music, while others danced wildly in groups. They all looked so happy, so alive.
It was that very sensation that she longed for herself, to not have a care in the world, to live in the moment. If it hadn't been for the accident she'd been in earlier that year, she'd already be in Dauntless, she'd be at this party because she belonged there, not because she longed to be. But her daydreams were cut short when a large hand landed on her shoulder rather abruptly, causing her to both jump and tense in shock. Looking behind her, she saw a tall man with short brown hair, a couple of piercings, as well as bold tattoos on his neck and arms. His eyes were grey, and piercing into her own with such a look of venom, mixed with amusement.
"I know every face that belongs to Dauntless, and yours is not one of them. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He asked, leaning down so his mouth was right against her ear. Shivering slightly, Sibella pulled her shoulder away from his grasp and started walking off, trying to lose him among the crowd of people on the dance floor. She couldn't afford to be caught now, especially not by a man who seemed to know she'd definitely crashed the party. Mere seconds later, she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her back against a firm muscular chest. It was the same guy as before, only the venom from his expression had completely gone. There was now only amusement spreading across it, as well as a smug smirk.
"You're definitely not Abnegation. Not from the way your dressed." He muttered against her ear, swaying to the music whilst making her body move with him. Glancing down at her outfit, Sibella felt a sudden wave of regret move over her. She'd opted for a tight red vest shirt which stopped just below her ribs, showing off her stomach, accompanied by a pair of black shorts and black knee length boots. It wasn't exactly modest, it showed off her body, highlighted her curves. Someone from Abnegation would rather die than be seen in such a revealing outfit.
"Not Erudite either. Those guys have no idea what the word fun means, they're way too concerned with furthering their knowledge to attempt crashing a Dauntless party. All work and no play, which I take isn't your style." He added, spinning her around so her chest was now flush against his. Averting her gaze, Sibella tried to keep her face hidden from him. She didn't want him to see she was nervous. The first chance she had, she'd make a break for it. He'd seen her face, there was no changing that, but it didn't mean the game was over just yet.
"There's no way you're Candor. If you were, you would have immediately admitted the truth and told me everything I wanted to know. Probably would have given me your whole life story too, with the amount those guys can talk. But your silence speaks volumes." He grinned, his hands moving down at an alarming rate. It was then Sibella finally looked up at him, and if it were possible the look she sent him would have killed him on the spot. Though he didn't seem to care, he was far more concerned with cupping her ass and mocking her by keeping her a prisoner in his arms. Even when she tried pushing away, there was no hope in hell of it happening. This guy had muscles to spare, she wasn't getting away anytime soon.
"Surely you're not Amity? What could a little softie be doing here? Dauntless represents everything your faction stands against after all. I don't think your faction would be best pleased to discover you'd broken curfew and crashed a Dauntless party. I wonder what your Mouthpiece will do when I drag you back there." He chuckled, his grip tightening on her. Johanna would definitely be less than impressed. This wasn't the first time Sibella had broken the rules after all, and the last thing she wanted was to be taken to the Conflict Room, again.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Sibella hissed before slamming her foot down on his. The shock and the pain caused him to instantly let go, and she used that chance to run away as fast as her feet could carry her. At this point, she didn't care about remaining hidden, she pushed past people left and right to get out of there as quickly as she could, ignoring their yells and curses sent at her. She could hear heavy footsteps chasing after her, that had to be the guy from before trying to catch her. But she wasn't going to let it happen, not now she'd broken free. If she could just make it out of Dauntless and catch the train, she'd be home free.
Exiting the club, she quickly scaled the wall of the pit, using parts that stuck out as well as man made structures to manoeuvrer up the wall. Needless to say her childhood days climbing trees had come in real handy for this particular moment. She could hear several people gasping in shock, pointing out her rather impressive climbing skills. Once at the top, she looked back to see the guy that had been chasing her standing at the bottom of the pit, looking up with a scowl. Winking and blowing him a kiss, she started running again before he could catch up.