A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first Divergent fanfic! I actually took the story from the original author, who wrote this as an Auslly fanfic, and switched it to a Divergent/ FourTris fanfic. So complete credit to the original author. So hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: The day I own Divergent is the day Tobias stops eating dauntless cake.

~ All Of Me ~

"Make sure to return the book in two weeks," Tris's voice sounded like a broken record on replay. "Have a great day," Tris let out a sigh as the customer left.

This jobs going to be the death of me.

Tris tapped her fingers off the desk and rested her chin in her hands. One more hour left till closing time, and it was safe to say she was excited. Freedom. All she wanted was to return home and collapse onto her bed and no longer want to die of boredom and see her dog as well.

Being stuck in this job was never planned, it just happened. She'd always visit the place in high school because it was a nice quiet environment to revise in, but unfortunately the owner passed away and apparently he'd taken a liking towards Tris and in his will, left the place to her. Tris was shocked, she'd barely even spoken to the man and he'd left her a library. But she wasn'ta horrible human being, she didn't have a bad bone in her body, so all she could do was smile and takeover his library.

Harassment from her mom never seemed to disappear. She'd always told her to make something of herself, start a business or something like that, and when Tris told her she was running a library she received a smack on the head.

According to her, running a library wasn't what she meant, but her dad was proud of her, he was proud of everything she did, he'd never been disappointed in her. Tris was defiantly and daddies girl. When the bullies got to her, she'd snuggle up to her dad and cry in his shoulder, he was there for her when Christina, her best friend had tragically passed away and that was when Tris decided she loved him way more than her mom.

Christina and Tris had been best friends since they were in diapers and Christina wasalways there when Tris got picked on, but when they were in 7th grade, she got hit by a car and all Tris could remember was every single wall that Christina had helped knock down, built themselves back up.

The bullies came back and Tris would let them get away with everything they did to her. She spent most of her lunchtime crying her eyes out in the girls toilets, she was always alone and she still is now. She doesn't see much of her parents,it's only if they're passing by and they come by and say "hello". She couldn't find the words to ask them to stay a bit longer because they always seemed like they hadbetter things to do, things that were way more important than her.

"Special delivery!" Tris jumped out of her seat and let out a shriek. Her hand flew to her heart and she tried to slow it down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you sweetie," Tris looked at the old woman standing in front of her, she was carrying a huge box full of books.

"What's that?" Tris asked, peeping over the desk and into the box.

"It's a donation!" The old woman placed the box on the desk and then she clapped her hands together. "I hope you like them, but I best be going it's getting dark,"

Tris watched the woman leave and when the door shut behind her Tris let out a shriek.

"Why did you have to bring me books, that means I need to put them away before I leave!" Tris snapped to no one, talking to herself had been an average thing, she liked her company better than anyone else's.

Tris picked up the heavy box and placed them on the trolley. She pushed it down the rows of bookshelves and began to place them in the correct place. I think I need to find a new job. Tris shook her head at her thoughts, she couldn't give up this place, not after how kind the old owner has been.

Tris pushed some books across on an eye level shelf, which left a huge gap in front of her, she got a huge view of the street out front and saw it was getting really dark and Tris hated being out late. She stared down at the remaining books and she picked
them all up in her hands and went to put them on the shelf. But something out the front caught her eye. Three men were pushing another man to the ground, each one had guns in their belts. They were shouting foul words at the poorman, Tris wanted
to walk out and help, but they were ten times the size of her. She went to put the books up on the shelf again, but a gun shot was fired. She dropped all the books to the ground and she let out a scream and she dropped to the floor, thinking
they'd fired a shot inside.

Everywhere fell silent and Tris crawled to the end of the bookshelf and peeked over out the window. They've gone, wait the other man! Tris shot to her feet and ran out the door, she saw the man lying on his back with a bullet wound to his stomach.
Tris dropped to her knee's next to him. She pulled off her cardigan and placed it on the wound.

"Excuse me, sir can you hear me?" Tris shook the man and then returned to applying pressure on the wound.

"Sir, wake up!" Tris shouted. She reached into her skirt pocket and dialed 911.

"Hello, a man's been shot, on Chandler Street!" She hung up and she continued trying to get the man to wake up. She saw the gun on his belt and realized that the paramedics would see. She pulled it out his belt and she gazed down at it. She'd neverhelda
gun before, so much power in such a little thing. Tris quickly got up and ran back inside the library, she put the gun in her bag and then ran back outside to the man.

"Crap!" The man hissed and Tris smiled.

"Hello sir, the ambulance is on it's way, you'll be okay!" Tris explained and the man began to cough violently.

"You did this to me?" The man began to move slowly away from her, but his injury was preventing him from going far.

"No, I'm here to help you!" Tris reassured the man and he stopped trying to move away.

"Where are the others?" He asked and Tris glanced around the empty street.

"They've gone," He tried to get up and Tris placed her small hands on his big shoulders. "Wait for the ambulance to come."

"I don't need no stupid ambulance!" He snapped.

"Yes you do," Tris retorted and the man looked her up and down before letting out a sigh.

"Fine," The blaring sound of sirens echoed throughout the street and an ambulance pulled up next to the sidewalk. Three paramedics rushed out and over to Tris and the man.

"What happened?" One of them asked as they opened up their kit.

"He's been shot," Tris said

"Are you his girlfriend?" She asked and Tris furrowed her eyebrows.

"N-No, but shouldn't you be worrying about him?"

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to stay here, only family in the ambulance, if you leave you'll number we'll update you on his progress," They loaded the man onto a board and placed him on the gurney, they pushed him into the ambulance and the woman quickly passed her some paper and a pen and Tris scribbled her number down and passed it back to her.

"We'll get back to you soon," The woman shut the doors and the ambulance sped off. What just happened? Tris looked down at the concrete to see a blood puddle, where the injured man had once been. She stepped over it and walked back inside the library, she grabbed her bag and stared down at the gun.

What do I do with you? Tris zipped up her bag and grabbed her keys, she locked up the library and descended down the street.

Maybe it was because of what she'd just saw, but she felt like someone was watching her. She kept looking back over her shoulder, scared that someone was going to jump out at any moment. She reached into her pocket and checked her phone for any messages. There was one from her dad.

Your mom is driving me fruit loopy, she keeps trying to find someone who's willing to marry you! I keep telling her that she can find her own husband, but she's taken to stand on a street corner and shouting "Someone please marry my daughter!" I think she's officially lost it!

Much Love,

Dad.

Tris laughed to herself at her dad's words and the ridiculous actions of her mom. She locked her phone and went to put it in her pocket, but it began to vibrate in her hand. She looked at the ID, it was unknown so she hungup.

Tris went to put it back in her pocket when it began to ring again. She saw it was the unknown number again, this time she decided to answer it.

"Hello?" Tris said, but there was no reply.

"Hello, is anyone there?" The line went dead and Tris stared at her phone in confusion. Must be a wrong number.

Tris rounded the corner and she came to the steps to her apartment building and she opened the door and walked up one flight of stairs. She walked over to her door and opened it up.

Her dog Oscar raced over and jumped up her legs, happy to see her home. She smiled and petted his head.

"Did you miss me?" She spoke and he barked. "You hungry?" Tris walked over to her kitchen and pulled out some dog food and grabbed his bowl and emptied the contents in and then placed the bowl on the floor and Oscar began to eat.

Tris petted his head one more time, then she walked over to the bathroom. Once inside Tris splashed cold water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. She had blood on her clothes and blood all over her hands. I look a mess! Tris heard Oscar
begin to bark, which was followed by an aggressive growl.

She opened the bathroom door and stared down the hallway at him. He was in a defensive stance. Tris walked slowly down the hallway and as she got closer to him she saw that he was growling at a spider which was crawling near his bowl. She chuckled
and bent down to rub his head.

"You scared me-" A hand latched around her mouth holding a cloth, whilst a muscular arm latched around her waist. Tris letout a squeal and began to kick her legs. Oscar began barking, but before anything else could happen Tris's eyes rolled into the back
of her head and everything fell dark.

...

"Wake up!" A voice snapped and Tris's eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision was blurry and it took a few seconds for them to adjust to the bright lightning.

Tris went to reach a hand to her head but realized she couldn't. She woke up fully and saw that there was chains attached to her wrists. She pulled at them and then a deep voice chuckled. She stared at the man standing in front of her.

He had golden brown hairand a big pair of brown eyes, he was very muscular and tall, Tris went to say something but she was lost for words.

"You must be Tris Prior," He said and Tris opened her mouth to say something, but she just couldn't find anything to say. How does he know my name?

He reached out and stroked his rough fingers against her cheek, Tris flinched and tried to move away from his touch. He let out a deep sigh and looked over his shoulder then back at her. "Zeke, work your magic."

The man stood up and he was replaced by another man, his eyes bloodshot and his face was masked with scars, his muscles were the size of boulders and Tris'seyes fell on the knuckle duster attached to his hand.

"Please-"

"Where's Eric!" He shouted and jumped. "Tell me!"

"I-I don't know-" The man swung the knuckle duster which collided with her face. Blood flew out of her mouth and cuts formed on her cheek. Tris let out a scream and tried to bring her hands to her face for protection but the chains restrictedher.

"Every time you answer incorrectly, it will be another punch to the face sweetheart!" Tris'sbreathing hatched in her throat and she began hyperventilating. "Tell me where he is!"

Tris concentrated on the man standing in the doorway, her chest kept rising fast and her breaths came out staggered. The man smiled at her and he ran a hand through his thick brown hair. She could feel the blood trickling down her faceand all shewanted
was to disappear. The man in front of her grabbed her chin and brought her gaze to his.

"Tell me girl," He growled.

"I swear I don't know what your on about, you've got the wrong person."

"Your names Tris Prior," Tris nodded her head and the man smiled. "Then I've got the right person."

...

Tobias sat down at his desk, his eyes were red raw from his lack of sleep and his facial features were tight from frustration. Why won't the damn girl talk?

He'd been searching for Tris for a few months now and when hewent to save his friend, he finds her hovering over his body holding a gun. Stupid bitch! He caught her red-handed, so he followed her back to her houseand then kidnapped her.

She looked so sweet and innocent, but Tobias could see the pure evil in her eyes. She's lucky she didn't kill his friend because he wouldn't have hesitated to kill her.

It's been hours, but she's still not tellingthem where Eric is. She must know! She's just as stubborn as her dad.

Tobias glanced around his office and ran a hand through his hair. Being a gang leader was tough, there was no doubt about it.

"Four!" Zeke flung open the door and he stepped inside. Blood was trickling down his knuckles and his shirt was covered in blood. "She's still not talking boss."

"We can't kill her, but I don't know what else to do," He let out a sigh and Zeke wiped his hands on his shirt. "Do you have any ideas?"

Zeke's face broke out into a huge grin and Tobias returned his smile. "I have an idea!"

"Fire away." Zeke walked closer to Tobias's desk.

"We let her live with us," Zeke said and Tobias went to protest but Zeke glared at him. "But we keep her hostage, we don't let her leave without one of us there, we don't let anyone come and visit her."

"But how's that going to help us catch Eric?" Tobias asked and Zeke laughed.

"We let everyone know in the gang system. Word will soon spread to him and Daddy will come to rescue his little princess!" Tobias's face broke out into a huge grin and he laughed along with Zeke.

"That sounds like a plan."

A/N: So sorry for making Four and Zeke assholes, but they get better don't worry. Oh, and I know it doesn't seem like it now but this will be a Fourtris fanfic, it just comes later in the story ;)

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