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Everybody Freeze!

Chapter 1: Found

Tris' POV:

I am running through the trees as fast as my wobbly legs can carry me. The rain makes it hard to see but I can't stop. If I stop they will catch me. They won't get me. I won't let that happen. I have to get away and hide. Panting, I stumble and fall onto the cold, hard earth with a splashing sound as mud drenches my legs, arms and torso. The fall causes a long gash to appear on my knee from a stone jutting out of the ground, but the injury is nothing compared to the harm inflicted on my lower back as I struggled to slip away from their grasp and narrowly missed getting impaled by a sword. The ropes keeping me tethered to the wall did their own damage on my wrists as well.

Lightning flashes, lighting the tops of the swaying pines and illuminating a small abandoned cottage across the rapid river. Slowly, steadily, I stand and limp across an ancient stone bridge to the forgotten home. The door creaks deafeningly as I push it open. Whoever had occupied this cottage has been gone for years. Ragged, old belongings are strewn everywhere as if the owners had one day just gotten up and left, never to return. Tired and weary, I collapse on the unmade bed in the bedroom after double checking that no one is home. All three rooms and the tiny attic are unoccupied. Not giving myself enough time to think of what happens next or to mourn over the past few days, I let the pitter-pattering of the rain on the still intact roof rock me into a deep sleep.

8 years later.

Knock, knock.

"One moment!" I shout from my bedroom as I pull a pale blue sweater over my thin tank top. Who would be visiting me at 5:30 in the morning?

Knock, knock.

"Hold your horses!" Goodness, such impatience these days. I rush out to the front door and swing it wide open. In front of me is a face I never thought I would see again.

"Beatrice! You're alive!" shrieks Tori as she wraps me in her arms for a bone crushing hug. Then she starts reprimanding me as if I hadn't been missing from her life for eight years. "Where have you been all this time? I have been searching high and low for any sign of you for eight years!"

When I am finally released from Tori's grip I say, "I go by Tris now. Why don't you come in and I will explain everything to you."

I show Tori into my small kitchen and while making tea I tell her what happened after she left. Tori is my godmother and my mother's best friend growing up. She lived with my parents, Natalie and Andrew, and I in the Kingdom of Abnegation.

One morning in the middle of April, Tori left to visit her brother in the Kingdom of Amity. It was the afternoon of that same day that my parents set sail to help the homeless, hungry and poor (also known as the Factionless) in the Kingdom of Candor. There are Factionless in all the kingdoms, but the growing population of them seem to be in Candor since that kingdom is an island off the east coast of the continent, therefore having the least means of contact and supplies from the other kingdoms. My parents were kind, friendly bakers and many citizens of Abnegation liked them, so when they requested that our neighbor, old Mrs. Gerdon, take care of me for a few days Mrs. Gerdon gladly accepted. However, the ship taking my parents to Candor was shipwrecked in a terrible thunderstorm that lasted for days.

When the news of my parent's death arrived the next morning and I was waiting for Tori to return from Amity, I walked over to the bakery where we lived on the second floor. I had wanted to get my father's knife from its place in the hutch in our dining room because I knew Tori would not let me use it again once she returned. She had always thought it was dangerous for me to be handling knives as weapons, but my father taught me how to fight and defend with one anyway until I could use it with one hand tied behind my back and my eyes closed. The knife had been passed down through the family for decades. It was a light weight, beautiful silver blade with an emerald encrusted handle. My father named it Edith, after the ancestor who had it made especially for her.

I tucked Edith away in my boot and was about to return to Mrs. Gerdon's house when a hand covered my mouth to stifle my scream. Another pair of hands tried to hold me still and carry me away, but I managed to escape and the two men chased me into the woods where I ran all through the night until I reached the outskirts of Abnegation. There is more to that portion of the story, but I spared her the gory details and kept that part to myself so Tori wouldn't worry. I don't need anyone's pity.

"I found this cottage, abandoned, and I have been living here ever since," I finish explaining.

"Why didn't you just come back once you knew it was safe?" Tori asked.

"I guess I never knew when I would be safe again," I reply. "Maybe I am still hiding. You know why they were after me. Somehow they found out about what I can do and my parents weren't there to protect me anymore, so I had to learn how to protect myself."

"What do you mean about learning to protect yourself?"

"Well, I know how to use a knife thanks to my father. Also, over the years I have taught myself to use a sword, bow and arrow, and detect what plants can and cannot be useful in the forest such as tonics and poison. And I am able to control my power better. I've been practicing."

Tori is looking at me incredulously and I she catches me up on her life. After I went missing, Tori spent every minute she could spare looking for me. A month after the incident as we are now calling it, she inherited her great-uncle's mansion in the Kingdom of Dauntless. Tori then decided that if she couldn't help me she could still help others, so she adopted orphans and people who didn't have a home. Now they all live together like one big happy family having adventures every day. Tori never stopped looking for me though. She carried around the oldest picture of me she could find, hoping I hadn't changed much, and would show people in the village to see if they had ever seen me before. Lucky for her I was still short and scrawny with my long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. I didn't look very much like my mother or my father who were both tall with brown hair and brown eyes, but the one time I brought up the topic no one would say anything and I was sent to my room as soon as the last forkful of my dinner was in my mouth.

Someone had finally recognized me yesterday. He was a vendor I had bought fish from the week before and tipped handsomely for his kindness when I had asked for directions to an address I had never heard before. The vendor told Tori I lived in a cottage in the woods outside of town and she came straight here.

Then Tori asks a question that shocks me but also makes me the happiest I have been in a long while.

"Tris, would you like to come live with my friends and me in Dauntless?"

Thank you for reading chapter 1! Review and let me know if you like it so far. Also, you should know that Fourtris is coming soon. They have a love/hate relationship in the beginning that I think you will enjoy. xoxo- Livy