Hello, fellow FanFiction addicts!
I'm writing a SYOC story. I'll have the form up on my profile so that you can copy/paste into a PM AND ONLY A PM. Please don't put it in a review, because I will not acknowledge it. Also, I'm only taking two or three as main characters, but most of them will be in the story anyways.
So, now that I'm done threatening you, here's the story. Yay.
The few Dauntless leaders who had been dismissed from the meeting stood in the hallway, conversing among themselves, speculating, wondering what was going on inside the room they had been led out of.
I leaned against the wall and tried to block out the sounds of their chatter. It'd been a routine meeting, just to update each other on the state of our faction. Then the topic of initiation had come up, and as quickly as we had come in we were herded out. They obviously didn't want us to listen in on their conversation - but why? We were also leaders, trusted with the well-being of the faction. Surely we were allowed to know these things.
The whispers in the hall grew louder, coming up with wilder and wilder theories. I was working on a theory myself. We were fairly new to the inner workings of Dauntless - did they think that we still held allegiance to our old factions? We still had friends who worked outside of our leadership, friends who trained the new initiates. I sucked in a breath. Did they want to change our initiation process, make it more extreme than before? It was a possibility.
I thought back to the other changes that had been made in the past years. First it had been made more violent, then the fear landscapes added. The most recent change had the instructors encouraging the initiates to beat each other into a bloody pulp. How could they make it any worse?