This story was created as an inspiration to Maya6996 & foreverwishing.

I didn't like how Drew was the silent one and a follower... so I decided to change that a bit. Only his intelligence decreased...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Divergent Series (Book/Films).

Brave. Undaunted. Fearless. These characteristics describes the true meaning of a Dauntless member. Show no fear, even if death were to to intimidate your pure soul. As given a laconic description of what it means to be a dauntless, some bristle in fear; others became shocked mixed with confusion.

I didn't tremble in fear.

I wasn't surprised nor dumbfounded by the brief speech made by one of the Dauntless leader, Max. I met Tris -Beatrice is her actual name- as she hopped in the train, landing right next to me. At least I have someone to talk to beside Peter. The pervert asshole. I felt his eyes on me: hunger. At first, I thought it was only Tris and I were the only girls, until we witnessed a brutal battle between a guy and a slim yet pugnacious girl. I was amazed and intimidated: Although not certainly attractive, she's frightening. "Try me again and I'll throw your sickass out of the train." Her voice deepened as if she wasn't just talking to him. "...Molly..." Tris whispers to my ear. I turn to face her and was surprise to see her visibly in dismay. "Peter...Drew...Molly... they're bad news."

"Hey, relax. As long as she doesn't see you-" I began to speak only to be interrupted by a caustic laughter from the Tank. "Eh? Since when did you choose Dauntless Beatrice?" Molly boomed, causing the other two to chime in. "Aren't ya going to answer her, Beatrice?" Peter hissed. She looks away, but Drew grabbed her chin forcefully to face him. "Just fucking answer already, bitch!" When I saw that no one was going to speak, I decided to take the matter in my own hands. "She doesn't understand animals."

"No one asked you to step up, shawty." He jeers and almost landed a weak punch at me; thanks to my swift feet, I was able to grab his head and smash it against a rusted pipe, earning a scream from the dupe guy. I forgot that his partners were there: Molly begins to choke me as I tried to kick and fight back. Peter joined in but an ominous voice shooked the train."What the fuck is going on?!" Max bellows at everyone. "She injured one of our friends." Molly folded her arms. I was too weak to speak, it's feasible that they may had damage my vocal chord. "Can you speak?" The dark man asks me quietly. I shook my head. "Eric, take this one to the infirmary. I'll take her friend." I was unable to see who was this 'Eric' as everything starts to blur.

...

"Christina? Wake up!" My head stirs and I cringed in annoyance. "What..." I groaned, hoping that Tris can understand that I am in no mood after the incident that merely cost my life. "We have to jump.." She said with a slight of fear. I sat up immediately, my mouth dropped by her statement. "When?"

"In a few minutes." She gulps. I rose of the cot, put on my jacket (who the hell took it off?) and we run for the exit. By the time we arrived, there was only Max and two other Dauntless leaders. "Now's the time, newbies." The tall woman spoke inadvertently. We both nodded and jumped; our hands entwined and our feet racing for the ground. We tucked and rolled, saved by the boulder. I exhaled gleefully and grins at Tris.

"We fucking did it."

Maybe becoming Dauntless isn't so bad after all. That was my first thought.

I stopped here because it's almost 2 a.m... I have no life...

I don't think I will continue the story "Ball of Love", as I am HOOKED with ChrisXEric...

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Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow!

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