A/N; Hii! I'll do a quick intro to this fic..
It's been a year since Tris was accepted into Dauntless. She has her own apartment, and she's still with her awesome Four. She is about to begin her first year training initiates. Classic no-war Divergent fic. Uriah, Marlene and Shauna and Will and everybody is alive, except Al. Christina is dating Will. I'm gonna tell you now, I WILL NEVER KILL OFF TRIS OR TOBIAS. I think that'll do for my A/N. Enjoy! :)
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Tris
"Beatrice!" My mother called out to me, wrapping me in her arms for a gentle hug. As she's pulling away, she gets stabbed in the back. I watch the life leave her once welcoming eyes as her body crumples to the ground. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I look to see who did it, but it is then that I wake up. "NO!" I scream. I sit up, panting and crying. I cried in my sleep. "Just a dream.. just a dream.." Sobs escape my lips, and I shove my face into a pillow. "Dammit, I'm gonna be late!" I take an incredibly quick shower, throwing on a tight black long sleeved shirt that dips low enough to show off my ravens, but nothing below. I go through my closet and pick out ripped shorts and black leggings with spiked combat boots. Quickly but carefully lining and applying mascara to my eyes, I admire myself. I felt hot. "Oh my god Tris!" Christina exclaimed to me when she saw me after I went to the dining hall and grabbed a muffin. Uriah was shoving his face with poptarts and he smiled at me. "So are you excited for your first time training the newbies?" Uriah asked, with a face full of poptart. I couldn't help but laugh. "Speaking of which, we should probably be going if we don't want to be laaaate!" Christina said, still admiring my outfit. She grabbed my arm and Uriah's and dragged us to the net. Max wasn't even giving his speech yet. "You made me eat my poptarts really fast and Max isn't even-" Just as Uriah said that, we heard Max yelling at the new initiates. I was still a little shaken by my nightmare. Tobias came running in and almost tripped when he saw me.
"Woah.." I heard him say. His jaw practically touched the ground. I felt the heat in my cheeks and I looked away. "By the way, I'm going as Six." I see the three of them nod. We all heard a scream, and a girl landed in the net. I reached my hand out and she grabbed it. "Name?" I asked, a little more rude than I meant. "You only get to choose once." Tobias said, and I smiled. The girl was from Candor. "Uh.." She thought about it for a minute. "Ash." "Make the announcement, Six." I nodded and raised Ash's arm. "FIRST JUMPER – ASH!" I shouted as the Dauntless crowd that formed began to cheer. The rest of the initiates had jumped and we ended up with 3 Erudite, 2 Amity, 4 Candor and 1 Abnegation.
Ash – Candor [F]
Hale – Erudite [M]
Aria – Abnegation [F]
Hunter – Erudite [M]
David – Candor [M]
Desiree – Erudite [F]
Mari – Candor [F]
Ryder – Amity [M]
Bree – Candor [F]
Jas – Amity [F]
6 girls, 5 guys. Bree and Jas were the biggest of the two, Jas being twice my size basically. Desiree and Aria were about my size when I was an initiate. I had grown 4 or so inches, and I was a little fuller in my chest and butt. I looked seventeen. I liked it. "I am Four, and this is Six-" "Your names are numbers?" Mari, a Candor girl asked. I walked over to her. "Do you have a problem with that?" She shook her head vigorously. "N-no ma'am, I think that's kinda cool.." I smiled coldly, thinking she would act differently. "As I was saying, we are your instructors for the next few weeks." I zoned out a little, thinking about the nightmare I had last night. I tuned back in when we got to the Chasm. "The Chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery, and idiocy. One jump over this railing will end you. It happens at least once every year, it'll happen again." I shudder a little, thinking about last year. Al. We separate as they check out the dining hall, and it's time for lunch. I'm still kind of off, not paying attention. "Tris." I snap back to attention as Tobias says my name. "Huh?" I question. "You okay? You seem far off." I shake my head. "I uh.. Had a nightmare last night." He looks me in the eye. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I nod and start to explain. "I was with my mom.. She hugged me, but.. When she pulled away, she got stabbed.. I woke up when I tried to see who did it. It's just been bothering me since." Tobias nods, and pulls me into a hug. I rest my head on his chest. "It's okay, Tris. Your mom is fine." His soft, gentle lips find mine and we stay for a minute or so, caught in each other. Somebody clears their throat, I groan and turn to see Peter. I immediately stiffen. "What do you want?" Tobias growls at him, stepping in front of me. Peter laughs a little and raises his palms in surrender. "Hey, hey. Easy. I was just going to ask how the transfers are." Tobias doesn't let down. "Peachy. Is that all?" "I thought you were her boyfriend, not her guard dog. I still can't see why you want somebody like her." Peter laughs on his way to his apartment. Tobias' fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles are turning white. "Hey.." I grabbed his hands, forcing them to unclench. "It's okay, T-Four.." I forgot I can't call him Tobias outside of his or my apartment. "No, Sixnot. I don't trust him after what he did to you." I smile, knowing that I will always be protected from Peter. We walk to the training room, and set up for stage one. "Not a guard dog." Tobias mutters and I can't help but giggle. "No, you're much better than that." I give him a quick peck. The guns are set up on a table the next day as the initiates walk in, all on time. Thank God. "Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each stage. The first stage is primarily physical, second; primarily emotional, third, primarily mental." Tobias demonstrated shooting and its unbelievable how accurate his aim is. "Well? What are you waiting for?" The initiates stand in shock. Mari is the first one to move. "GO!" Tobias barks. They all scramble to get guns. Desiree is the first to hit dead-center. I smiled, proud that it was a small, quiet girl. Just like I was, except better at shooting. I like her.