A/U Her family is dead, gone forever. Tris is hiding, the guilt eating her away. Every night, she lays in her parents' bed and breathes in their scent, wondering what her life will become of her and what she can scavenge for breakfast the next day. But that all changes when her grandfather, the leader of one of Chicago's deadly gangs called Dauntless finds Tris and brings her back to the Compound. There, she is faced with the challenges of settling in and becoming like the rest of Dauntless, all of which, is made harder by her new bodyguard Four.

Tris POV:

It's been one month.

One month since the funeral, thirty-seven days since my family died.

In a car accident.

They tell me I'll get better, they say I'll be alright, I just need some time.

But what does time do when guilt is eating away your heart?

I've lived in this little shack of a house my family called home for about a lonely month now. Susan and Robert offered me the option of living with them and their parents, but there are too many memories here. My parents, supposedly of two very wealthy families, were very selfless. Caleb was just like them. I however, was not, always questioning their ways and even once daring to ask why we lived in such a small house if they had enough money for a bigger one. But the answer was always the same: if you work for the poor you must live with the poor and be the poor.

I take in a shaky breath and wipe tears from my face. I should be thinking about what I can scavenge for dinner, not what I miss about my family.

A voice awakes my thoughts of hope and despair.

"I knew there was someone living here, I knew it, I knew it."

I don't move. He wants me to lift my head up and notice him, but if I pretend I don't, maybe he'll go away.

"Come on out, Beatrice. Enough is enough," he says. '"Pedrad, find her and bring her back to me."

"Yes sir."

I cover my mouth to hide the loud breathing I'm making.

"Beatrice Prior!" the man shouts. "Come out!"

A minute passes before he talks again. He's gentler, this time. "Beatrice," he whispers lightly. "I'm come to take you back to where you belong."

I slowly lift my hand off my mouth. Without speaking, I shout back to the man. "Where do I belong," I yell. "when my family's gone?"

The man must be grinning by now. Cautious of my surroundings, I stand up, my knees cracking with the movement. I haven't moved for days, locked up on my parents' bed that I hold onto like a lifesaver ring.

When I don't say anything, the man shouts back to me. "I'm not here to punish you," he says. Then he yells, "Pedrad! Where the hell are you?"

A younger man pops up behind me. "Ah ha!" he shouts. "Sir," he calls. "I've found the princess!"

"Excellent," the man in charge says, walking towards us. Then he grins at me. "My, my, Beatrice. It's so good to see you."

Pedrad locks his hand on my arm, steadying me in place. He must be expecting me to run away.

The other man runs his hand along my parents' wardrobe. "How long have you lived here?" he asks.

I shrug. "My whole life."

"Since your parents died."

"My brother's dead too," I spit. "If you have the decency to care about my parents, at least give Caleb some respect."

The man nods. "Forgive me. So I assume you've been living here for the past month?"

"Yes," I say quietly.

"I'm so sorry. Natalie was a very nice young woman. Andrew and Caleb too."

"How do you know about them?" I counter back. "And if you're so damn sorry, why weren't you at their funeral?"

The man takes no offense to what I've said. He just slicks his greying hair back and stares at me. "Why, don't you remember seeing a man in a charcoal grey suit at the burial?"

"Briefly," I say. "I suppose that was you."

The man nods curtly. "Allow me to introduce myself. Maxwell Dunn, your grandfather."

"Call me Tris," I say, sticking my hand out to shake his.

He shakes it firmly. "Alright, Tris. Call me Max. Everyone here does."

"Here?"

Max smiles. "I'll show you where."

"Wow," I breath.

"You'll have to jump off the train," he says.

I stand up. "Show me how."

"Pedrad!" Max calls over the wind. "Jump off!"

Pedrad jumps off the train, landing firmly on his feet.

"Your turn," Max states.

I don't know what to do. I run off the train, rolling and tumbling against the gravel until I finally stop just below a cliff-like ledge. A gasp escapes my lips.

Pedrad sticks out his hand to help me up by I shake my head, refusing the help, and pull myself up all on my own.

Max sticks his hands on his hips. "You'll need the practice," he simply says.

"Now what?" I say.

"We jump."

"No," I say. "Seriously, what do we do now?"

Max stares at me. "We jump."

"What's below the ledge?"

Max shrugs.

Pedrad leans towards my ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on my neck. "It's not that hard," he whispers. "There's a net below."

I sigh. "I suppose I have to do it first?"

Pedrad shakes his head, smiling. "She's a natural, sir."

I roll my eyes and walk with my eyes forward, not looking down, until I reach the edge of the ledge

and jump.

I land on a bouncy net. When I look up, I see a sky of clouds and blue sky, my mother's favorite weather.

Eventually, a hand reaches out to me. Once more, I ignore it.

But I'm staring into a pair of deep-set blue eyes. "Hey," the person, around my age, says, his voice low and rumbling.

"Hi," I squeak, lifting myself out of the Net.

The guy turns to me. "Call me Four."

I stick out my hand. "Tris," I say cautiously.

Four takes my hand.

"Four's not really your real name, is it?" I ask.

He shakes his head, not answering further. Then he looks up to the ledge where Max and Pedrad are. "All clear!" he shouts.

A minute later, Pedrad jumps down. Then Max.

"Welcome sir," Four tells Max. "We've prepared everything."

"And for the princess?" Max asks.

"Her room is ready."

"And her bodyguard?"

"Prepared to defend," Four says.

"Four, I must ask just once more. Would you ever consider becoming a leader?"

Four shakes his head. "It's not my calling sir."

"I was afraid you'd say that," Max says. Then he turns to me. "Come along Beatrice."

He pushes open a set of double doors. The...pit is a mess of people yelling and running. Max grins. "Welcome home to Dauntless."

Max grabs a beer. "Go find Four!" he shouts over the yelling. "He'll introduce you to some people!"

I reluctantly walk away from Max, wishing I'd just stayed home and done what I found myself doing every night: looking at pictures of my family and crying over them. I expected to wake up soon and find it all a dream. Too often, I'd found, my family being dead was more than just a dream.

I ignore Max's order to find Four and find myself walking towards a railing. I follow a path of steps down towards a rock that sits just below a gush of running water. A chasm.

This is where my mother grew up, this place of insane craziness. I wipe a tear from my eye and stare into the chasm.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice behind me asks.

I don't look behind me. I know it's Four.

He sits down next to me.

"You know," Four says. "If your grandfather caught you here, he'd kill me."

I shrug. "I prefer to call him Max."

"Don't like calling him grandpa?"

"Don't like talking about my past."

"Ah," Four says. Then he stares into the chasm. "I often find myself hiding away from the madness down here."

"What's it called?"

"The Chasm."

I smile. I was close. Four looks at me. "You okay?"

"Do I look okay? My family is dead and-and Max just comes trotting in and snatches me away and brings me here! What is this place anyways?"

Four grins. "Dauntless, one of the biggest gangs in Chicago history."

I shake my head and stand up. "I'm going back."

"Where? This is your home now."

I shrug. "I'll find a place."

"You know no one. According to your file, you rarely associated yourself with people around your age group."

I shrug again. "I'll find some people."

Four laughs to himself. "No you won't. Come on, I'll introduce you to some people." He stands up and walks towards the steps.

"Wait," I say. "What do you mean if Max found me here he'd kill you?"

Four turns around. "Why, don't you know? I'm your bodyguard."