I'm new to FanFiction and wanted to give it a try. This is my first ever fanfic so constructive criticism is welcomed.

This is a story about an Amity girl named Luna. She chose Dauntless a year after Tris and her friends. There was no attack on Abnegation.

I don't own any of the Divergent characters. Veronica Roth does.

I do claim the new characters and the plot. This is rated M for strong language and sexual content.

I've always valued the power of laughter. A good laugh could always cure any ache or awkwardness. So I'm not surprised that living in a world without it is one of my fears. To see my friends look so glum...to never see them smile breaks my heart. I can feel myself getting anxious as I try to get Uriah to laugh...to smile. Nothing. He doesn't even smirk. I run to Lena. She's always helped me to find the humor in things. Now she just looks at me with tears in her eyes. Screaming at me that it's my fault. This is irrational. This isn't real. I have to slow my breathing. This isn't real. I sit down and just lean against my friend's shoulder.

The room spins and I'm back in Amity. I can smell the animals in the barn. I can smell the apple trees. It's so calming and fresh here outside the fence. Suddenly I can hear the horses freaking out. High pitched neighs and the sound of beating hoofs make my head snap to the right. Men without faces are attacking my mother. My uncle already on the ground in a puddle of blood. I run as fast as I can but no matter how hard I pump my arms and pound my feet into the ground they stretch away from me. I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and my breathing is erratic. It's not real. I look around me for a large stone. I find a good one and hurl it at the man hovering above my screaming mother. It hits my square in the temple and he drops.

The world turns on its axis again. Everything goes black. I can't move. My arms are tied above me. This room is dark and smells of mold. Oh no. Not this. Not him. I hear his heavy footsteps. "This is for your own good" he says. I don't know who he is but I know he's found me again. The first time he found me was when I was 13. He lingers in the shadows. I can make out his shaggy greying hair. His thick bushy eyebrows and dark blue eyes. They're so dark they almost look like dark pits of black. He steps forward I can hear him removing his belt. My breathing becomes shallow. I know it's coming and I can't do anything. It's like I'm that frozen scared little 13 year old girl again. I clench as I feel the first blow. I feel that hard leather smack my back. Again and again he strikes. He moves a little to the side and strikes again. This time the tip licks against my stomach. I feel the searing pain and look down at my bloody torso. He moves in closer. Presses into me and I can feel his gruff beard against my cheek as he licks my tears. I shudder and try to kick him. He laughs and begins to unbutton his pants. The sound makes my stomach churn. I can feel his hands on me. On my overly developed chest and on the curve of my hip. NO...NO...NO! I finally find my voice and scream "NOOO!" In his face. Now finding my strength I grip my restraints and pull myself up straighter. I kick him hard in the sweet spot.

The lights come on. I bolt upright. My breathing is still erratic. I try to calm myself. I quickly look around. All eyes are on me. Three fears. That's all I have...and hopefully this is the last time I have to face them. Four, my instructor, starts to approach me but Tris, my other instructor, stops him. She whispers something to him and then comes over to help me out of the chair.

"You did well initiate. Three fears is a new record." She says while giving me a small smile. I can see the concern in her eyes. I glance back over at Four who is staring at me intently. I can't read his expression though thinking about it I've never been able to read him. I can't explain it but he creeps me out. He's never done anything to me. He's a tough instructor but he's always been fair. Something about his eyes though make my stomach twist. Tris tugs on my arm to get up and I look back at her.

"It's over right? That was the last test?" I ask her.

"Yes, you may go. Your friends are waiting for you." She points to the door and I walk out quickly.

I look around for my friends and find them at our table. Killian, a 6ft red head former Candor with a burly chest and mocha brown eyes, is fist bumping Zeke. Next to them Uriah is laughing away as Christina pulls food out of her hair. Lynn rolling her eyes. Amber, a tall slim former Erudite with sharp blue eyes, is waving me over.

"How are you already done?! You walked in and I blinked and then you were walking out!" She sounds a little jealous but I know it's due to our competitive nature. I smirk and try to play it off with a shrug.

I feel an arm go around my shoulders. I look up to see Killian and those dreamy eyes. I can't help but to feel instantly lighter. Some how his presence makes me relax. I lean into him as he says,

"Ignore her Lu. Thanks to you I won a bottle of whiskey off of Zeke. I knew you'd be quick" with a wink.

He then leans down to my ear and whispers, "we'll celebrate later."

My breathe hitches but I manage to smile. I nudge him with my shoulder and reach for a muffin out of the basket in the middle of the table. My head is still in a whirl from the simulation and I don't want to talk much. Eating will give me an excuse to not talk.

They'll be posting the rankings soon. I know I've made it but our rank will dictate our future jobs placements. I want to get a good one. Hell I want to be leader. I want to be able to influence the way things are done. I look around at my friends and smile. They're a goofy lot but I love their bantering. The noise reminds me of Amity. It was noisy there too. Not quite like Dauntless but similar. I finally feel safe again. I'm home.

"They're posting the rankings. Hurry up!" Will shouts in one breath as he snatches Christina up. Killian, Amber and I all scramble behind them. We stare up at the board as it flickers to life. The letters flipping into place and the names begin to scroll into a legible fashion. There by the number one is Luna, my name. I got first, Killian third and Amber fifth. We made it! We're Dauntless!

"We made it!" We all cheer in unison.

"Time to celebrate. To Zeke's!" Killian shouts as he throws me over his shoulder, "Lu has to do the first shot since she showed us all up!" He slaps my ass and takes off running toward Zeke's apartment to claim his bottle of whiskey.