Alright, folks. While suffering from a writer's block of epic proportions - nay, biblical even - I spent days on Tumblr, feeling utterly sorry for myself. I got to chatting with one of my favourite fanfic writers over there and within minutes we began fantasising how life would be in Dauntless. Before we even realised it, the fantasy grew out of control and transformed itself into a story. The next day she began writing after a prompt I posted to her about her character Darcy and I asked her if it was okay if I could write about the event from my character's POV, Melanie.

Since then we've been writing nonstop. We sleep for a few hours, wake up and start writing almost immediately again while chatting. Slowly but surely we started having a small but loyal fanbase and some asked us when the story is going to be posted on FFN. It is my honour to present you all with our collaboration. The nickname of his marvelous writer is eric-imagine (can you tell she is a member of Team Eric?). If you have Tumblr, go find her!

So, the story is written as followed: Darcy (eric-imagine) has the uneven chapters, Melanie (written by me) the even. Later on both Eric and Riley will make appearances with their own POVs.

This story israted M due to language, and in later chapters due to rated-M stuff... you know...

And since we've already written 14 chapters, I'll update regurlarly, like twice a week.

I won't give away too much about them crazy girls other than that Darcy loves fireworks and Melanie is fond of muffins and brownies. Enjoy and leave a review!

UPDATE: she finally has her own FFN account. show Destination56 some love, people!

DARCY

"Says here you have five charges for arson." The one called Max holds the thick report in his hands and I look down at the metal shackles on mine.

"I …well." I swallow dryly and look at the two other leaders sitting next to him. Their eyes obviously showing that they don't believe a thing as small as me could create such a big boom. "In all fairness… uhm, sir." I look back to Max. "Th-that one involving the mailman was an accident." The shackles clink as I tend to talk with my hands. "It shouldn't really count, he woke up… eventually."

I hear a quiet chuckle and look over at the leader on the end, he has his arms folded behind his head. He leans forward placing his hands in front of him on the table and locks his fingers together. His arms are large and look like they could tear a man in half. My eyes drag over to the other, younger leader leaning back in his chair, he doesn't look amused. He looks bored. And angry. I'm already afraid of him.

"Darcy, do you know why you're here?" Max sets the file down and looks at me.

"Because I blew something up?" I smile awkwardly.

"Because you keep blowing things up."

"I'm sorry." I press my lips into a line and stare down at my feet innocently. "I promise I won't do it anymore–"

"Your file also says compulsive liar." Max cuts me off. "Which is very strange coming from a Candor."

"Yeah, I can see why.. that.." I nod. "Would be weird." My eyes meet his again. The big one on the end. He's not smiling anymore but something in his eyes tells me he's enjoying every second of this.

"You almost killed a man with a broken piece of pipe…" Max flips the page and mumbles, "Which is hard to believe."

"Alright, that guy had it coming." I say. Max's eyes linger on me and I look back down. The guy really did have it coming he was harassing me.

"You lit the school's courtyard on fire." Max drones.

"There was a spider…" I mumble.

"Twice." He adds and I can only shrug. "You have been in multiple fights. The note here says you have anger issues."

"I don't–what? No, I don't have anger issues." I laugh airily. "They were just… mild misunderstandings."

"You sent a boy to the hospital with a–"

"A broken collarbone, I know." I nod. "He was…" I shake my head and feel my anger rising, "He kept… He kept putting his arm around me and trying to–" I can't even finish the sentence I'm getting angry and if I get too worked up I'll get a rash on my neck.

"And what is this ….You dressed as an Erudite and spent a whole day…what does that say.. sabotaging the science classrooms. In turn causing certain chemicals to trigger… Eric what does that say?"

"An exothermic reaction. She relabeled the Hydrogen Sulfide and Nitric Acid, then set up water to be added into concentrated acid." Eric's eyes drag to me and I feel the weight behind them.

"That…" I raise a finger to say something and then press it to my lips, "I'm not proud of that." I narrow my eyes. "A whole class lost their eyebrows. It was tragic." I try to put a serious face on.

Max takes a deep breath and exhales slowly with closed eyes. He closes my report, "Okay.. I can't read anymore of this. Darcy, you'll be registered into the correctional program and then your initiation will begin." He stands up and the door behind me opens, as I turn I hear him say to the other two, "Keep her out of the ammunition storage and away from matches."