Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Veronica Roth. Any of the characters or situations you don't recognise are created by me and any similarities to real people is coincidence. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Any criticism is welcomed, thank you for reading :)

Chapter One

"Callidus Marie Winters get up!" A screeching voice called. That shrill voice belonged to none other than Mary Winters, a tall bony woman with flaming red hair that is always pulled up into a neat bun. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the staircase as she barged into her daughter's room. Anger was clearly visible on Mary's face as she looked around her daughter's room. Books that were only meant for decoration were scattered around the room and the laptop which was a present lay unused with a layer of dust on top of it.

"Callidus get out of bed." Mary stated crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently on the wooden floor. Callidus stirred and blinked looking up at her Mother, a small smile appeared on her pale pink lips.

She muttered, "Morning Mary." Mary clenched her jaw and looked down for a moment.

"What have I told you about called me Mary, I am your Mother and you should treat me like it." She then looked back at Callidus with a disappointed look on her face but her eyes soon drifted to her right ear.

"What is that?" She questioned pointing to a gold stud that was pierced through her ear lobe.

"Calm down it's just a piercing." Callidus said sitting up and pulling her hair back into a pony tail, "Look there's one in my left ear too." She said motioning to it. Mary crossed her arms once again and dug her nails deeply into her skin. Callidus bit her lip in order to hold back a grin that was threatening to beam across her face.

"Shouldn't you be leaving for work or something, you don't want to be late?" She asked with a mock concern. Mary let out a deep growl and stormed out of the room. A playful smirk played on her lips as Callidus clambered out of her bed and over to the bathroom.

After a quick shower Callidus wrapped a towel around herself and walked over to the mirror in her bathroom. Once she reached it, her hand glided across the mirror wiping away the condensation. Callidus was a pretty girl with flaming red hair like her Mother and petite pixie features. A small button nose, almond shaped blue eyes and heart shaped lips. However, her face's beauty was damaged by bruises and cuts from her last fight. Her pale lips were split down the right side and slowly healing. Across her right cheek was a faint bruise. Next to her left eye was a deep purple bruise that was far from disappearing. Whilst looking at her reflection Callidus thought about how she got those injuries, as her mind flicked through the memories of two days ago.

It was during school outside Faction History. Callidus was waiting, manoeuvring a pencil between her fingers, when a Candor girl shoved her into a wall which resulted in her hitting her head and forming the bruise next to her eye. A group of girls behind her were sniggering, the girl who shoved her included. Straightening up she turned around and aimed to ignore them. "What too scared to fight back?" She taunted in front of everyone.

A small crowd of people had gathered to see what would happen. Callidus' jaw clenched and she spun around in a swift motion and punch the girl straight in the jaw.

"No not really just saved myself some hassle." Callidus stated whilst blowing her knuckles as the Candor girl rose from the ground supported by her friends. The girl's mouth was bleeding and one side hung lower slightly, probably broken and she looked considerably paler than before.

Her friends pushed her forwards slightly and muttered words of encouragement. The girl lunged for Callidus but she ducked then kicked her hard in the stomach sending the girl flying backwards and onto the hard floor again. Callidus held her right hand in front of her and looked at her scuffed knuckles.

"What's your name?" Callidus asked as the girl was hurled up by her friends, who had paled considerably.

"Sarah," she spat wiping her mouth with the back of one of her hands and clutching her stomach with the other.

"Ah Sarah, it's always good to know the name of my enemies." Callidus retorted with a small smile upon her lips.

Sarah stammered over wobbling slightly then threw a rather powerful punch at Callidus' mouth. She caught Sarah's hand, pushed it backwards and with little effort pinned her arm behind her back.

Leaning towards Sarah's ear she whispered, "Given up yet?" Her grip on Sarah's arm was getting tighter and tighter causing more pain and she twisted it in a way that shouldn't be twisted. The girl nodded her head, Callidus released her arm and she fell down landing at the feet of her friends. "SARAH!" A deep male voice bellowed. Oh shit, Callidus thought.

A tall sandy blond haired boy walked over and cradled Sarah in his arms.

"Who did this?" He demanded and looked around until his deep brown eyes landed on Callidus.

"You! Did you do this to my sister?" He questioned letting Sarah's friends take her as he stormed over to Callidus. She straightened up and stared at him not backing down.

"Yes." She stated, replying to his question as he stopped in front of her.

"I'm not below hitting girls, you know." He whispered into her ear, his lips grazing them.

"I'm not scared of hitting someone bigger than me so I guess we're on the same page." She retorted. A smirk appeared upon the boy's lips as he looked down at her.

"I'm glad." He responded and in an attempt to distract her he stroked her cheek, Callidus flinched and shoved him away from her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the crowd and Sarah being held up by her friends. Anger flashed across the boy's face and in a blur his hand connected with her face. Callidus held the side of her face and wiped the blood from her bottom lip. A grin was plastered across his face. She walked closer to him unfazed by his attack and raised her knee and forced it into his crotch. The boy fell to the floor and cried out on pain.

"Miss Winters!" A shrill voice called.

That is what happened and that was her final warning. Callidus wandered back into her room whilst drying her hair with a towel. She dropped the towel and put some underwear on. Callidus walked over to her only chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of black pants, a loose, blue blouse and a pair of black, dress boots. She put her clothes on and tied her hair up into a ponytail. Callidus glanced around her messy room, picked up the book next to her bed and slung her bag over her shoulder shoving the book in it.

Her leather boots thundered down the stairs and she skidded into the kitchen. Her parents were stood around the kitchen table with their suited backs facing them. They were talking to someone and they sounded unusually happy. Then the answer to their joy stood up, he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie. His auburn hair was getting long and was swept back from his face which was cleanly shaven. Poking out of his left pocket was a dark blue handkerchief that matched his tie. A pair of thick rimmed turtle-shell glasses rested neatly on his face.

"Little sister!" Xavier cheered and walked over to Callidus. A fake smile was plastered upon her face as he enveloped her in a tight hug.

"How have you been?" he asked whilst letting her go. Xavier's eyebrows furrowed together as his eyes scanned her face.

"Not too good I see."

"She got into another fight." Mary said trying and failing not to sound disappointed.

Callidus scowled at Mary and said angrily, "I can speak for myself."

Mary rolled her eyes and glanced over at the clock on the wall and said cheerily,"Michael dear shouldn't you be getting to work." Michael her father stood up whilst glancing at the clock and brushed down his suit. Her father was tall like her brother and had the same thick, pushed back hair but his was a dark brown. Callidus got her eyes from her father. Michael's suit was almost identical to his son's but his shirt was blue and his tie was black. He walked over to his son and shook his hand.

"See you around son."

"Bye Dad." Xavier replied with a perfect smile. Michael pulled his square black glasses out of his pocket and looked down at Callidus.

His blue eyes scanned her injuries, "I wish you wouldn't get into fights." He whispered softly. Callidus opened her mouth to speak but her father beat her to it.

"Xavier never did." He said his voice laced with poison. Callidus looked at the floor, closed her eyes and sighed.

"I know." She mumbled and looked up at her father. Michael smiled faintly patted Callidus on her shoulder then left the house. The room was silent for a few moments, before Xavier stood up.

"I should be going too." He brushed off his suit, just like his father. Xavier walked over to his mother and kissed her on the cheek promising to be back soon. Heading for the door he stopped in front of his sister.

"See you around." He promised and ruffled her hair with a smile. Adjusting his glasses he walked through the door leaving his mother and sister behind him. Mary stood up and put her glasses on and walked over to her daughter.

Once she was behind her she muttered, "I hope you're happy." Callidus didn't reply. Mary gripped her shoulder tightly digging her nails into Callidus' skin.

"Your father and I are very disappointed in you due to how to have been acting." Mary's nails dug in tighter.

"You need to change, go and put on the outfit I bought for you yesterday and the black flats. And don't forget your glasses." Callidus turned to her Mother.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No. I like the way I dress and you shouldn't have a problem with that. I don't need glasses my eyesight is fine."

"You will do as I say." Mary shouted as she turned her daughter around with force Callidus didn't know her mother had.

"No." Callidus argued. A sharp pain overwhelmed the left side of Callidus' face. Mary had slapped her. Her perfectly manicured nails had left small scratches on her cheek. Callidus blinked away tears and shuffled upstairs.

Silently, she changed into a tight knee length black skirt, a pearl blouse, a blue cardigan and black leather flats. Callidus went into her bathroom again and looked in her mirror the cuts on her cheek were starting to heal. She opened a drawer and pulled out her glasses. They sat straight on her face and were similar to her brother's. All she could hear was her heart beating and her flats tapping on the floor as she walked.

Mary was waiting for her in the living room a small black brush was in her hand.

"Let's sort your hair out shall we." Mary said in a sickly sweet voice. Callidus nodded and sat in the chair that her mother stood behind. Callidus had never felt like this but then again her mother had never slapped her. For the first time in a long time she felt scared and alone. Mary tugged the hair band out of Callidus' hair, the brush glided through her hair easily, Mary hummed a wistful tune. Her mother tugged, pulled and pinned bits of her hair until she was finished.

"All done." Mary stated as she walked over to the hallway and grabbed a mirror. She returned with a skip in her step as though she was the happiest person in the world. She delicately handed the mirror to Callidus and waited with a smile upon her face. Callidus looked different. Mary had parted her hair down the middle and pinned sections of her hair to the back of her head. Two stray pieces fell down either side of her face. This made Callidus' face look softer and her eyes brighter.

"Thank you." Callidus said as she slung her bag over her shoulder again and made her way for the door.

"I really must be getting to school." She mumbled and left.