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I can't believe September is already here! My, how fast this year has flown by. Nothing like a good suspenseful, campy and fun murder mystery story to get us all in the mood for Halloween.

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Like always, I do not claim to own anything that is a part of the Divergent series. All credit goes to the one and only Veronica Roth.

The following story will be given in only Tris' POV

There will be eight chapters in total. One chapter per week, leading up to the final chapter on Halloween.

Rated M- There will be multiple trigger warnings, please beware!


Divergent's Halloween Legends

About:

Tris and Tobias are forced to have to solve murders that are happening at their college, Divergent University. Each murder is pointing towards one common thing… Urban legends. Can they solve who the killer is before they become a victim of another urban legend.


Chapter 1

"Order up for Tris." The girl behind the counter calls out. I thank her, taking my large cup of coffee over to the long brown couch. It's been a long day with back-to-back classes. As if that wasn't torture enough, I have a long night ahead of me, studying for weekly quizzes and writing yet another paper.

"You're lying. There is no way there was a massacre here." Nita cries out, smiling towards Zeke. I take my seat beside her, curling my right leg beneath me as I drop my oversized bag on the floor beside me and sip on my very hot delicious coffee.

'What are we talking about?" I ask.

"About the Dauntless Hall Massacre." Nita answers, amused.

"The what?" I ask, no way.

"It's true. It happened like twenty years ago." Zeke says.

Zeke is a senior in our Psych class. He is finishing his last few credits he needs to graduate. Since I can remember he has been a long time friend. We grew up on the same street, just five houses away from each other. His kid brother, Uriah, is one of my closest, best friends.

"Oh, I'm sure it did, Zeke," I say. What did they say about helping those in mental need… Just go with it. It makes them feel comfortable and safe…

"Actually, for once, Zeke is right." Four says, sitting down on the couch across from me, next to Zeke.

I swear my heart skips a beat when he smiles proudly. Four is Zeke's best friend and the teacher's assistant in our Psych class. He has been Zeke's best friend since their junior year in High School when Four was the new kid that transferred during mid-year. His mother's work transferred them. Although he and I didn't talk often, especially about intimate things… I always suspected that he was more than happy to have made the move. He also never mentioned his father, which for me, I found odd. Everyone I knew at the time still had parents who were still married and very much in love. My parents being one of them, of course. I do know that Four isn't his real name, but a title he rightfully earned back in his former school. I think it was a time that he beat running or something. I never did learn his real name though. I have a feeling he prefers it that way.

"Thank you, Buddy." Zeke says, appreciating that for once someone has his back.

"That's what I'm here for." Four says, rolling his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Okay, so what's the story?" I ask.

"Yeah." Nita chimes in, she sits forward placing her elbows on her knees. Making sure that Zeke and Four both can see exactly what she has to offer.

I may not agree with Nita's way of life, but you have to respect how driven she is and how free she is. I wish sometimes I could be that brave and sure of myself. I mean, I wouldn't go as far as calling her a slut at all and she is very particular on who she lets in. However, compared to my number… it's nowhere in comparison.

I do on the other hand feel bitter against her wanting Four and Zeke. Zeke is practically engaged to his long-term girlfriend, Shauna. I remember growing up, his mother and mine would joke about how Shauna and Zeke were basically joined at the hip. They met back on the first day of preschool and never left each other's side. Four on the other hand, does have a slightly different reputation. He is known to have his share of women. Who could blame them? He is tall, very muscular, his dark brown hair helps his ocean blue eyes pop. Of course, his tough guy act actually helps with his mysterious man attitude. Never wanting to get too close to people, just enough to satisfy that need for socialization.

"So, the story has it that Dauntless Hall had a massacre about twenty years ago… This dude taught Physics-Sociology 101. One day this dude just flips out, right. He ends up at Dauntless Hall with a hunting knife. He bangs on every dorm room door, cutting anyone's throat that dares to answer the door. He got away with an entire floor of murder's before finally slicing his own throat. Right here, in this very same student lounge." Zeke finishes, his eyes widen to show what we feel should be horror.

"Oh bullshit!" Nita calls out, laughing as she shakes her head in disbelief. I laugh, not willing to give into this.

"It's true." Zeke calls out, backing himself up. "Back me up here, Four," Zeke says, patting his leg with his own.

"It is a legend for a reason…" Four confirms.

"Oh please… I heard a similar story back in the Bureau… only it was based on high schoolers and their teacher." She says, her hands gesturing in the air.

"And what about you, Tris? Do you believe it?" Four asks, looking my way. I swear my breath stalls for a whole second.

"I believe there is always a person ready to break if they are pushed enough," I say, matter of factly. Remembering the answer to one of the quiz questions from last week. He smiles, recognizing it, no doubt.

"Well, I need to be going… papers to read… people to fail…" Four says, standing from the couch and picking up his oversized backpack. He smiles one last smile my way before leaving the three of us behind.


Nita and I walk down a dark sidewalk. We walk a little slower than usual nights, the cooler air makes it more enjoyable. At least for me, as Nita continues to rant on and on about her clothes and the need for another shopping trip to Victoria Secret. Her mentioning Four's name shakes me to my core, snapping me back to reality.

"Maybe I should just ask him out anyway." She says, looking around. I feel my stomach drop, hating the idea. But who could blame her, hell who could blame any girl. I glance around, looking to see if there is anyone else walking down the path. With the nights getting colder and darker, they have a little more of an eerie feel to them. Of course, it doesn't help knowing that Halloween is only a week away. No doubt, Dauntless Hall will become a madhouse with double the pranks and people that don't know how far to take their so-called jokes.

"Umm I don't know Nita," I say, wanting to say something, but I'm not sure what the right words should be. Truth be told, the thought of them being together is disturbing. We come across Erudite Hall, a boarded-up building that has been abandoned a long time ago. There are several rumors that spread around… of course. One being that those that resided in these dorms were experimenting on each other for medical and educational purposes. The other most popular rumor around this time of the year being that someone… just one person… that was curious about a legend they had heard of. One late night after studying they went into the co-ed bathroom and called out the name of Bloody Mary three times… That night the whole dorm was brutally murdered. One by one they were killed, hacked away. That rumor ended on how the police officers couldn't identify who was who, because the bodies were torn apart by the time, they retrieved them.

We stop just a feet away from the steps, looking up, I feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up at attention.

"So, what exactly happens if we say, "Bloody Mary" three times?" Nita asks, teasingly.

"First the person next to you begins to wonder how you got into the college in the first place," I point out. I don't know if I really believe the dead can be summoned by calling its name three times… but I don't want to experiment either. Especially here.

"Oh, come on, Tris. Cut me some slack… A girl needs to release some steam somehow." She says, waving me off. She begins to step up the steps to where the doors seem to be boarded up. "Are you scared, Tris? Come on."

"Yeah right."

"Well then come on… time to raise the dead." She says, playfully. She grabs a hold of my jacket pulling me up with her.

"BLOODY MARY!" Nita calls out, her tone dark and she makes an effort to draw out each symbol of the name trying to add to the suspense of the moment. I smile, embarrassed that we are even doing such a thing. "BLOODY MARY!" She says, again. She smiles at me, trying to test how scared I am.

"Bloody Mary!" I say, the last time for her. Simple and fast. We wait for a second in silence, anticipating anything to happen. "Great no answer…" I joke. But then we begin to hear the cries and screaming. We swear it comes from the door that is boarded up. I look over at Nita who seems to be just as frightened as I am by the sounds. Her face is drained of all color, we begin to take a step back slowly, eerie. We both scream simultaneously when our bodies bump into something or someone. We both turn, finding a laughing Four with his arms around both of us. Asshole!


I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what may lay behind my dorm door. I caught sight of the tie that is tied around the doorknob the minute I exited the stairwell. I run through my mind what do I need from the room and where did I put them so I can easily run in and run back out.

I met Christina the first day we moved into the dorm room together. I was the first one to arrive into the room, claiming the first bed on the left when you come in. I was surprised at how large the room was when I arrived. I didn't have many expectations, but this room definitely met them. The room is divided into two, with both sides having the same exact things. The room has two full size beds, two desks and we each have a tall dresser. On the opposite sides of the room there is a door, giving both of us access to our own small closet. There are a few things that Christina and I both added into the room that we both went half and half on. Things like a small fridge and a monthly food budget that we take turns paying off a list that we make.

When I first met Christina, I had a feeling that there was more than what meets the eye. She is always dressed in black from head to toe, with eyeliner and lipstick to match. She dressed her side of the room in the same theme with the color black with a few pops of the color red here and there. But she seemed sweet through and through with a few flaws to go with it. This tie on the doorknob being one of them.

Rumor has it that Christina wasn't always like this. But a chain of tragic events permanently changed her forever. It all started when she lost her boyfriend, Will, two years ago. They were madly in love almost instantly. Unfortunately, it all came to an end when Will was killed. He was in a grocery store shopping with his mother at the time it was being robbed. He was trying to play hero and got caught in the crossfire. It tore her apart, to the point of no return. Or so they say.

Now Christina numbs herself in darkness, drinking, taking numerous medications to help her. The only time she says she can feel is when she is having yet another boy inside of her. The rougher the better, she has expressed to me. She doesn't care who is in the room, who watches, or disturbs her. As long as it's hard and she gets it often. She doesn't date any of them, prefers it to be a stranger every time, that promises her the roughness.

I unlock the door, taking one last breath. I don't bother to turn on the lights. Keeping my eyes covered as I run into the room and getting my toiletries and pjs that I leave on my bed every day for this purpose. I drop my bag on the floor by my bed. All the while saying, "I'm not looking. I'm not looking." The guy must think I'm crazy. I ran back out, closing the door behind me.

I walk slowly to the bathroom; I change out of my clothes and brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I can no longer stand being awake and having nothing else to do. I drag myself back to my room. I keep my eyes casted down on the floor, dropping everything in my hands on the floor beside my bed. I reach over and grab the noise blocking headphones from my nightstand and put them on. I lay down on my side facing the wall, closing my eyes. I let sleep take me over. Secretly wishing for the end of the year to come quickly.

I roll over on my back, stiff, as I stretch my body out. I take off my headphones as I sit up in bed. My cell phone vibrates, as I reach for it. Who could be calling so early? I look at the caller ID, Uriah?

"Hey," I answered.

"Tris." Uriah says, sounding more like a sigh. I can hear the trouble and concern in his voice. What is it? "Tris, something has happened."


A/N

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Trini