(A/N: This is what happens when I stumble upon the book of Divergent on the internet and then find out it's a movie. I get obsessed! So, this is what would happen if me and my (I wish) cousin Beatrice/Tris both select the faction Dauntless. She goes normal and I go crazy! Let's find out what happens.)
Chapter 1:
Normal Pov
During Gym class, as I wait patiently, but grudgingly, to do my laps, I balance my hands in my lap. Everyone around me, my fellow classmates, are tapping their feet excitedly. Across from me, two girls are practicing a cheer routine as they wait for their turn to make four laps around the gym. I don't like it. I hate Gym. Usually, while I'm doing the work I am forced to do to keep from failing this class, I allow myself to think of cutting my wrists softly and letting the blood fall onto the floor. That is what I'd prefer to do over Gym. But I'm scared of bleeding out before I can cause the world even a little bit of misery, so I refrain. I look up at the long four stool table where my two Gym Teachers sit, looking out on us like dogs. I am not a dog. If anything, I am a silent and angry wolf, waiting for her chance to strike. My fellow classmates are fools. They are just simpleminded fools, waiting for their awesome adulthood. They should live it up while they can, because this is all there is. The bleachers are long, stretching almost wall to wall from left to right, which stop at least… Ten feet away from the exit doors on either of their opposite sides. On either side is a desk and a chair, perfect for me to hide out for the hour and fifteen minutes I could be spending actually learning something, instead of doing jumping jacks.
When my two Gym teachers look away from the students all over the gymnasium excited and simple, I stand up and bolt for the desk directly in front of me. When I reach the desk, I peek my head around the bleachers. My gym coaches hadn't seen me, but my fellow students merely look away from me. None of them know me, except for a small friend of mine next to my squad. He sits quietly, conversing with his friends. I don't have friends in this class, or know any of the rest for that instance. I don't like children my age, but its hard to hate him like I hate the rest. He's too kind to me, and I only see him in Gym, math, and Science class. So I classify him as a friend, and leave it like that.
As I sit in the seat by the desk, I press my back closer to the wall, trying to relax. I think about my friends back in homeroom. I'm the only one who has to go out for cycles; they all take theirs with the seventh graders in the morning. So while their in Homeroom watching the Amazing Spiderman move, I'm in Gym, trying to be invisible and biting my time. I had stashed my books in the desk, so I took out Divergent. It was the smallest, and I could use a refresher. So I lean closer to the book, lay it on the desk, and then burn a hole in the cover with my eyes, letting myself be lost in the story.
…
I don't know how. And I don't know why. But my brain does this to me sometimes. I must have fallen asleep at my desk, because sometimes when I sleep, my unconsciousness is stronger then my consciousness. I look to my left, and again to my right. There are people standing near me, all in a line. My eyes adjust, and I bite my lip in excitement. The building I'm on forms one side of a square with three other buildings. In the center of the square is a huge hole in the concrete. I can't see what's at the bottom of it. I smirk. This is Divergent. I look directly to my left when someone grabs my hand comfortingly. We are all standing at the edge of the cliff, and all you have to do is jump off. You land safely onto a net. Cool. When I look at the person who grabbed my hand, I come face to face with Tris. Wow.
"Several stories below us is the members' entrance to our compound. If you can't muster the will to jump off, you don't belong here. Our initiates have the privilege of going first." Max smirked. I grinned.
"I'll go first!" I yell arrogantly, knowing already what is to happen. I can't wait until I meet Tobias! Squeal! Everyone turns to me with a gasp, and there is widen fear and traces of admiration and a little bit of jealousy in Beatrice's eyes.
"Its okay, its just a scare tactic. You'll land safely at the bottom." She says, murmuring so low only I can hear it. The leader off to my right walks along the ledge, smirking at us all. "Thanks dude." I nod my head off to her, and Max starts to talk.
"Well, well, well." He claps slowly, and I let go of Tris's hand. I turn back to the crowd, and I can't help but smirk. "I'm not afraid of death." I wink at a boy across from me. He has green eyes. I wonder if its Will. His cheeks burn red as I turn back to the ledge. Bounding forward, I don't even stop to look over the ledge. I jump as far as I can, and everyone gasps when I go spin forward through the air around and around, sailing through the air towards the ground.
"Jules!" I hear Tris shout, and I wonder vaguely how she knew my name. But I bite back my retort as I go spinning down and around. My long black hair spirals towards the sky as I flip upside down and reach out. My heart is pounding so fast I feel its in my throat. I've never had adrenaline like this. Its amazing!
I hit the net hard, and I roll over on my back, letting hysterical laughs escape my lips. This isn't the first time I've been in a Fictional story coma. Hunger Games, Harry Potter, now Divergent? I'm awesome!
"Hey." I heard, and I stop laughing so that I can turn to face whoever grabbing me off the net. I can't help it, I laugh again. I can tell its Eric by all the piercings all over his face. He grabs me bridal style and pulls me off the net, smirking absently to himself as he places me on the floor. "Are you okay? You look a little insane-!"
"That's what they all say." I chuckled darkly, patting him on the shoulder as I strut pass him into a congratulating flood of Dauntless. I try to figure out which one is Four, but its nearly impossible without seeing his back. I'll just have to wait. Behind me, as I let myself be pat on the back by a bunch of cheering Dauntless, there was a high pitched screamed as someone else fell onto the net. It was Trish. A man right next to me patted my back, and then strode over to her. He was young… Oh my gosh! Four pulls her of the net! Just! Like! In! The! Book! Lauren, right next to me, was in my ear.
"I would say your Dauntless, judging by your clothes, but what Faction were you in before?" Lauren asked, and Eric leaned closer to hear my answer. "I… I…" I said, my cheeks burning brighter. I wasn't in a Faction. But… The Erudite do chose Intelligence and Knowledge over everything else. I agree with them. "I was Erudite." I smiled, and a smirk spread over Eric's face. "Really, me too. Why'd you leave, you weren't smart enough?"
"No, in fact, I'd say I have the highest IQ in my class. I left, because I was fed up with their simple minded activities. I have a knack for courage and bravery. There are a lot of things I'd do that others are to afraid to." I murmured, smirking dirtily at him. He raised a pierced eyebrow, and there was a hungry look on his face.
"First Jumper-!" What's your name?" A boy asked, and I smiled. "Juliunna Malfoy." I lied with a smirk.
"First Jumper! Juliunna Malfoy from Erudite!" He yelled. The room burst into cheers again, and I was half dragged, half fighting through the crowd to get to Tris. "Second jumpers a stiff!" Eric shouted, and I couldn't help but chuckle. He talked so funny! But when I laughed, he thought it was at his joke, and so he threw an arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze like we were good friends or something. He's cool.
"Second Jumper! Tris Prior from Abnegation!" He shouted, and Tris walked over to me, trying not to walk too slow or too fast, in a successful attempt to be emotionless and brave around the other Dauntless. "You know this girl?" Eric asked, taking a his arm off me and I nodded. "Yeah sort of-!"
"Sort of? We're cousins!" Tris snapped at Eric, as if he was the one who doubted our relation. I still doubted it. "Ooh stiffs angry." Eric said, throwing his hands up in mocking reference, and I looked to Tris with a raised eyebrow.
"Cousins-!"
"Don't act like you don't know me." Tris giggled, and then took my arm. She guided me away from Eric, and suddenly her face as sullen and hateful. "That was embarrassing." She muttered, and we leaned up against the net. I looked up just as Christina hit the net. We cheered along with the rest of the Dauntless as she was helped off the net. "Third Jumper Christina-!"
"So who's my mother again?" I asked Tris, and she smiled in confusion. "You know who she is." Tris smirked.
"What?!"
"You never ask stupid questions, what's Dauntless doing to you? We've been here for only four minutes… Its also changed your clothing style. The real Juliunna Malfoy would never wear clothes like that." She said, poking me in the neck. I looked down at my attire. Its changed. Instead of my baggy gym clothes, I'm wearing a tight black t shirt, and tight black jeans. The shirt is at least two sizes too small!
"Now I know why Eric was staring at me." I snorted, and Christina joined my side. "What's up?" She smiled, and then looked to me with a speculating eyebrow. "Who are you?" She asked, and I opened my mouth to talk. I hate it when this happens. My mouth feels dry, and I'm nervous. Bold people anger me.
"I… I…"
"She's my cousin, Juliunna. " Tris explains, and I nod with a smile. "Yep, Tris's cousin. That's me."
"Well nice to meet you Juliunna. Wow that's a pretty long name. How about I just call you Jules."
"Its only got four syllables." I mumbled under my breath, and Tris bumped me in the side with her elbow.
"Don't be rude." She muttered, and I shrugged. "Nice to me you Christina. Or should I call you Chris on the account that your name is so long. I mean really, three syllables. What were your parents thinking?" I drawled sarcastically, and Christina went as pink in the face as her dark skin tone would allow her.
"Sorry." She muttered, and I smirked at Tris.
"See, that's all you have to do. Demand respect." I crossed my shoulders. Christina looked at me for a second, and then frowned. "Your from Erudite aren't you?"
"How'd you know?" I said, barely glancing in her direction. She shrugged her shoulders sarcastically. "I don't know. You make me feel stupid."
"I have that effect on people." I said, and when the last person had dropped into the net, Eric looked over his shoulder at us.
"Hey ladies, lets save gossip time for the showers! Lets get a move on!" He shouted, cupping his hands together. In the book, Eric was much more serious and evil sounding. I guess you have to really want to like him in order to get to know his hidden traits.
"He's scary." Christina noted, and I smirked as we followed the people lining up along the room. "Really? Because I think he's hot."
"Ew!" Tris snapped, turning to me with a shocked look. Christina however, smirked at me. "Really, what do you like about him? The fact that he has entirely too many tattoos or the fact that he has entirely too much ear piercings?" Christina smirked, and I scowled at her. I don't like her. At all. She's too simple minded. Damn Candor.
"Well lets see. I don't think he has too much of anything. He's entirely gorgeous from bottom to top. His features are prominent and handsome. He has a soft nose-!"
"You touched his nose?" Christina whispered with a dry chuckle, and I just had to correct myself.
"Well… Not yet. But I meant to say that he has very soft skin." I nodded at her, and she smiled absently. "Yeah, because that just makes so much sense." I growled at that, and Tris sighed. "Will you two stop arguing?" She asked with a sigh. And I couldn't help but smirk.
"Sure-!" I was stopped abruptly as a tall initiate pulled me from Tris's side, and I was engulfed into a large wall of muscle. "Hey!" I snapped. And heard a chuckle from the boy who had grabbed me. Tris and Christina both grabbed my shoulder, and abruptly pulled me back.
"Sorry." The initiate said, arrogantly running his hand through his fluffy blonde hair. "But your just so approachable, I was curious what you would do if I grabbed you-!"
"Well that's not weird at all." I snapped sarcastically. Tris pulled me along faster in an attempt to get away from this very familiar looking guy. A boy and girl, who were standing behind him, snickered at us. He strode faster until he was in step with me. "So, your name is Juliunna?"
"Yep." I shrugged with a small smile. Tris glared at him, but he paid her no mind. "I'm Peter." He said, and I tripped on my feet. He grabbed the back of my shirt before I hit the ground, and managed to pull me back to my feet.
"Thanks. Your name is Peter you say?" I drawled. I loved Peter! Even if he was described as a jerk and a soulless retarded jerk. I know he takes pride in hurting and fighting people, but the thought makes me turn sky high. He looks like Alexander Ludwig. Peter just made sexiest man of the year.
"Yeah, have we seen each other in school or something?" He asked with a large flex of his arms.
"I can definitely say that I've seen you in school." I smirked, because it was true! I read Divergent and looked up pictures of him on the internet! I've seen him in school.
I guess that kind of counts. He smiled at me arrogantly. "I don't think you go to our school. I would've notice a pretty girl like you." Peter drawled out, and before I could retort, Four looked back at Peter with a small glare on his face. Peter had currently been laughing aloud when I rolled my large dark brown eyes at him.
Lauren and Four lead us down a narrow tunnel. The walls are made of stone, and the ceiling slopes, so I feel like I am descending deep into the heart of the earth. The tunnel is lit at long intervals, so in the dark space between each dim lamp, I fear that I am getting lost until a shoulder bumps mine. In the circles of light I am safe again. The Erudite looking boy in front of me stops abruptly, and I smack into him, hitting my nose on his shoulder. I stumble back and rub my nose as I recover my senses. The whole crowd has stopped, and our three leaders stand in front of us, arms folded. "This is where we divide," Lauren says. "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place." She smiles and beckons toward the Dauntless-born initiates. They break away from the group and dissolve into the shadows.
Up ahead Four looks at us, looking busy and important. Eric must have left. Because he's definitely not here. "Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor," he says. And then flips his floppy straightened hair over his ear. "My name is Four."
Christina snorts. "Four? Like the number?" "Yes," Four says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Is there a problem?"
"No." Christina says, shaking her head nervously.
"Good. We're go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It—"
Christina snickers. "The Pit? Clever name." Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. Hi s eyes narrow, and for a second he just stares at her. Here we go. She deserves it anyway.
"What's your name?" he asks quietly. "Christina," she squeaks back at him.
"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction," he hisses. I smirk.
"The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?" She nods. Four starts toward the shadow at the end of the tunnel. The crowd of initiates moves on in silence. "What a jerk," she mumbles. "I guess he doesn't like to be laughed at," Tris replies, and I just can't help but intervene.
"I don't think he's a jerk. You started it by insulting his name, and then insulting the training room that you may or may not be living permanently in. To each his own Christina." I snapped at her, and up ahead I noticed that as Four reached the front, he tilted his head back to me in thanks. Christina and Peter scowled, but the difference between them was that Christina stayed silent.
"What, do you like him or something?" He grumbled, and I answered immediately.
"He's officially one of my favorite characters. I only have his name written on every one of my diaries and folders and notebooks-!"
"But you didn't even know he existed till two minutes ago." Christina whispered quietly in my ear as we all continued down the cave hall.
"Yeah, yeah." I shrugged her off.
Four pushes a set of iron double doors open, and we walk into the place he called "the Pi t." "Oh," whispers Christina. "I get it." "Pit" is the best word for it. It is an underground cavern so huge I can't see the other end of it from where I stand, at the bottom.
Uneven rock walls rise several stories above my head. Built into the stone walls are places for food, clothing, supplies, and leisure activities. Narrow paths and steps carved from rock connect them. There are no barriers to keep people from falling over the side. A slant of orange light stretches across one of the rock walls. Forming the roof of the Pit are panes of glass and, above them, a building that lets in sunlight. It must have looked like just another city building when we passed it on the train. Blue lanterns dangle at random intervals above the stone paths, similar to the ones that lit the Choosing room. They grow brighter as the sunlight dies. People are everywhere, all dressed in black, all shouting an d talking, expressive, gesturing. I don't see any elderly people in the crowd. It sucks that they get sent away to live faction less when they turn too old. I look to my left at Tris, and she and all the other initiates are staring around with barely conceived awe.
"If you follow me, I'll show you the chasm." Four bellows. And I break away from Christina Peter and Tris and lunge forward. I lightly jog until I'm off to the left of Four, far enough that it looks like I'm my own group, and close enough that I can't get in trouble for.
"Do you even know where your going?" Four turns to me with an inconspicuous smirk, walking faster so he can keep in step with me.
"Yes. Its right up there." I smiled at him, and the both of us stop at the railing where the water is on the bottom. We turn to face the initiates who are all looking curious at us.
"You want to go over there where you have a better spot to listen?" Four asks, raising an eyebrow at me, and I smirk.
"Nope. Here, let me get this for you though. The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy!" I yell loudly and seriously, and all the new initiates watch me with attentiveness. Four raises an eyebrow at me.
"A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You've been warned!" I bellowed, and Four clapped his hands slowly and sarcastically with a smirk on his face.
"How'd you… I was going to say that." He said, shaking his head with a chuckle. I laughed.
"Yeah, but I said it first." I shrugged, and all the initiates moved forward to peer over the dangerous ledge. Many of them were talking excitedly. Tris and Christina were peering at Four and I curiously, and I rolled over and leaned my elbow on the slippery bar.
"So, what's it like working in the control room?" I asked, and he shrugged, running a hand through his head full of handsome hair. I want to do that!
"Well, you have a lot of camera's over Dauntless, so I see a lot of things I wish I didn't see." He chuckled, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Okay, follow me again!" Four shouts, cupping his hands over mouth to make the vibrations of his voice go louder and deeper.
Four leads me and the group of initiates across the Pit toward a gaping hole in the wall. The room beyond is well-lit enough that I can see where we're going: a dining hall full of people and clattering silverware. When we walk in, the Dauntless inside stand. They applaud. They stamp their feet. They shout. The noise surrounds me and fills me. Christina and Tris smile, and a second later, so do I. We look for empty seats. Christina and I discover a mostly empty table at the side of the room, and I find myself sitting between her and Four.
"So, Tris you know these circular patties made of meat are called Hamburgers right?" I smirked at her. She sat down on the other side of Christina and scowled at me.
"That's not funny." Tris smirked at me.
The doors to the cafeteria open, and a hush falls over the room. I look over my shoulder. A young man walks in, and it is quiet enough that I can hear his footsteps. His face is pierced in so many p laces I lose count, and his hair is long, dark, and greasy. But that isn't what makes him look menacing. It is the coldness of his eyes as they sweep across the room. Yay. Its Eric. Again!
"Who's that?" hisses Christina. Idiot. You do realize you just saw him less then six minutes ago!"
"His name is Eric," says Four. "He's a Dauntless leader seriously? But he's so young." Four gives her a grave look. "Age doesn't matter here."
I can tell she's about to ask what Tris wants to ask: Then what does matter? But Eric's eyes stop scanning the room, and he starts toward a table. He starts toward our table and drops into the seat next to Four. He offers no greeting to Four or Tris or Christina, but he nods his head in greeting to me, so I smile at him.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" he asks Four, nodding to Christina and Tris. Four says, "This is Tris and Christina."
"Ooh, a Stiff," says Eric, smirking at Tris. His smile pulls at the piercings in his lips, making the holes they occupy wider, and I wince awkwardly. "We'll see how long you last." I mean to say something—to assure him that she will last, maybe—but words fail me. I don't understand why, but I don't want Eric to look at her any longer than he already has.
What have you been doing lately, Four?" Eric asks. Four lifts a shoulder. "Nothing, really," he says with a shrug.
"Max tellls me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up," Eric says. "He requested that I find out what's going on with you." Four looks at Eric for a few seconds be fore saying, "Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold."
"So he wants to give you a job." The rings in Eric's eyebrow catch the light when he raises an eyebrow.
"It would seem," Four says.
"And you aren't interested?"
"I haven't been interested for two years."
"Well," says Eric. "Let's hope he gets the message, then." He claps Four on the shoulder, a little too hard, and gets up. Eric catches my eye as he turns to leave, and he nods his head off to the hallway. Curious, I stand up. Four looks up abrutely when Tris nudges his shoulder.
"Eric. She's just an initate." Four says, and I purse my lips. Eric smirks at him.
"Yeah. But she's old enough for me. You wouldn't understand Four, this is Leadership business." Eric smirks, taking my hand, and Tris growls.
"Juliunna this isn't funny!"
"Who says its funny?" I ask, turning to Eric to look him in his dark blue eyes. They were shiny and heart tuggingly beautiful.
"So, you want to go upstairs to my apartment-!"
"Of course!" I snap at him. Maybe I won't tell him that I'm fourteen years and two months old. This is a dream come true! I think to myself as he starts walking me towards the doors. Right when we reach them, I turn around and let go of Eric's hand. I look back to the table and the second my eyes make contact with Peter, the scene shifts. My vision goes blurry and suddenly, I'm ripped back to Gym Class.
"Juliunna!" A girl who is friends with my guy friend snaps with a chuckle. She shakes my shoulder hard and I'm suddenly conscious of my head, which is sprawled across my Divergent book. I sigh but get up. "What time is it?" I ask her, grabbing my book as the two of us make for the Gym doors.
"Its 12:50. You slept for the whole Gym Class. Your lucky I don't tell the teacher." Isabella chuckles, and I shrug my shoulders.
"Its alright, I don't really mind. Anyway, this is where I split. I got to go." I waved at Isabella, and my guy friend Jamal waves at me from his spot at the door.
"See you guys." I say, and with a small hum set off for Homeroom, where I have every intent of sleeping for thirty minutes, until I have my next class: Science!
I wonder what it would have been like to sleep with Eric?