While in the cinemas at Divergent I had an epiphany and thus created this story. The overall concept is similar to Divergent though there will be different characters obviously, twists, endings, speech and the overall plot will branch off. I am not the best writer and criticism is always encouraged. I hope you enjoy.

Hurricane

Chapter one

When she was seven she saw the proles for the first time.

She was at her birthday party, that her foster mum and friends had organised, and she had gone for a walk with a boy she was smitten over. He was nine and being younger, she was awestruck by him and his actions. He told her, 'we will go play down by the gates and I'll give you your present.' So they did just that, sneaking through the crowd of people at her party and digging under the fence at the back of her yard.

At the time she had lived in a farmhouse that was centered in three acres of grass. It was on the west of city 9, or how the rest of the city would call it, 'The Wasteland'. Unknown to her at the time, as she had spent her young life playing on the farm that was protected by electric fences.

She had been an obedient child, timid and wary of the world before her. So, digging and crawling under the fence that she had stared at longingly for as long as she could remember, was something completely and utterly crazy. It was the first time she had done anything against the word of her fosters, and for some strange reason it thrilled her.

The gates were beyond her farm, past a few more acreage of greenery and sealed off by an eight feet tall wall. From her house the wall looked like a small line and her foster parents had told her it was to keep out forbidden magic. She had only learnt about them from her home tutor, where she learnt the history of the eleven cities and the war. But as her blistered feet took her closer and closer to the wall, everything she knew had crumpled.

The wall itself was not impressive. For it was covered in holes, falling pricks and withering planks of wood. It looked like it had been put together in a hurry and had had no maintenance since. And as her blue eyes peeked through the holes of the crumpling wall, she would never look at the world the same.

The proles were depressing. And as she would learn in later years, they were everywhere. Forced and shoved into small spaces around each city, desperately trying to hide from superior eyes. They were always in groups, always lounging around and blankly staring at the sky or at each other, looking like life had been drained from them.

Beyond the wall of the west part of city 9, there were about fifty humans, all huddled together in worn out blankets under piles of debris to protect themselves from the elements. Their faces empty and words forgotten. They were each covered in a mix of dirt, filth and injuries and the lots in which they lived were worse.

She, who had been protected by innocent lies her entire life, was completely torn by the sight. The boy who she was temporarily smitten over just muttered the word proles under his breath and started screaming when she had vomited from complete shock and fear. And when her feet wouldn't move from her spot at the wall, the boy had to run back to her house and get her foster parents.

She was seven at the end of her innocent and happy farm life, and the start of her recruitment.

"Make sure to report any suspicious behavior and…"

Juvia Lockser groaned at the voice that rung out through the district office. It was a woman's voice, completely monotone and Juvia really hated the sound of it. If only they had someone sing it, that would be better, she thought.

Stepping out onto the platform and tugging her bag over her shoulder, she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands and frowned.

'Report to the east end of the district office, by noon.'

"Specific." She grumbled and looked up. Before her was the said east end of the district office, completely packed with people and filled with the sound of the city instructions and the commotion of the crowd.

By noon? Juvia doesn't even know which way to go!

The district offices were located in each city. They were the access regions to the trains and the places where you would have to pledge alliance annually. And unfortunately for anyone travelling, they were always packed and took hours to get through.

"Recruit 23O, Lockser!"

Half sighing, she turned her head and raised her closed fist to her forehead. Before her was a general, a plump man in the obligation uniform. With a frown on his face he grabbed her hand and stamped her with a small needle.

Ignoring the sting, she looked down and saw the small tag '23O' appear in red over her pale skin.

"Follow me. We're heading to the obligation rooms now." The general said and began to briskly walk off, followed by a bunch of recruits in identical attires.

Juvia's fingers traced the symbol on her hand as she followed silently behind. It was finally time for her. The biggest week and decision of her life was to be made the following day. She had been preparing since she was seven, but she still wasn't sure.

It was time for her to make her choice of who she wanted to be, but she didn't know herself.

And it frustrated her to no end. Everyone was so sure of their path, of who they were and what they wanted to do.

Selfless. Brave. Kind. Intelligent. Honest.

Everyone had something and Juvia wasn't even sure that she had any of those qualities. In her own eyes she was self-centered, a whimp, mean, ignorant and deceitful. She wasn't what they wanted and she didn't know if she could fake her way through it.

Her old foster mother had always said she would be in Lamia scale as she was always honest, while her foster father had always said she would be in Fairy Tail as she was brave.

Light hit her eyes and she came back to her senses. The group she had followed through one of the exit tunnels of the district office had reached the outside. They were in city 2 and it was Juvia's least favorite.

City 2 was the capital of trade and was infested with decaying buildings and structures that the citizens ignored. And although each city was like this, they didn't compare to city 2. Windows and walls were missing all over the city and there seemed to be more allies filled with proles than fully windowed buildings. Half the city was a forest that was constantly being logged and planted. There was a party gate that separated the habituated part of the city from the forests.

It also happened to be the city where recruits would make their final obligation choice.

Juvia and her group of recruits, group 23, were led to a small warehouse not far from the district office. It had a few missing bricks and windows that Juvia cringed at, they were currently in autumn and the nights were very cold.

As she looked around for her recruit mate, Gajeel, the plump general had begun his instruction speech.

"This is where you will all sleep for tonight. You will all report tomorrow at the obligation center at seventh hour sharp. You are expected to get there on your own." He grumbled, glaring at the group of 26.

"Now the city instructions."

Juvia mentally vomited, "City 2 is the capital of trade. Founded by Augustus Quain in 138. Always keep the streets clean. Always follow the expected obligations. Make sure to report any suspicious behavior and enjoy your days spent here."

The cities each had the same speech. The only difference was the start where the number would change depending on where you were.

As the general opened the doors and they began to enter the small building filled with blankets and pillows, Juvia caught sight of wild dark hair. Smiling, she pushed her way through the people and tugged on said wild hair.

"Ouch- who the fu- Ah. Rain woman." The man deadpanned. He was a fairly tall person, with harsh eyes and long hair.

"Gajeel. It's been what, six weeks? And that's all I get. Ah Rain woman." She imitated his voice in her last sentence which made the man before her grunt.

Deciding to ignore her, he grabbed an available blanket and laid it on the floor. Juvia gasped and did the same.

"So," She began as they both lay on the green colored blankets and adjusted their pillows, "Accommodation is impeccable."

They were each given another needle before the general left, which Juvia assumed was the liquid to strengthen their tracking tags, which tended to lose their effect after a few months. And each person, all aged eighteen, silently decided it was time to get some rest. They were a few whispers and it was strangely comforting to know that they were all on the same side.

"Gajeel." She whispered, staring at the warehouse ceiling, "Are you ready for tomorrow."

She waited around half a minute until she heard his reply. It was short and simple yet it had such an impact on her that she turned her head to look at him. His eyes were closed and she stared at him for a few seconds before returning her gaze at the roof and eventually closing her blue orbs.

"I have to be."

Well, there it is. I'll probably have the next few chapters up in the next week as I am holidaying currently and go back to school next week. Tell me your thoughts! By the way, this fic is all the cannon couples (NaLu, GruVia, GaLe, JerZa)