Prompt: Tris is in Factionless, surrounded, and outnumbered. Help is on the way but she has to survive a couple of minutes. She has no weapons on her. Help her fight for survival…

I couldn't believe how fucking rotten my luck was until I was surrounded.

I was supposed to be patrolling the area for any disruptions and the first time I am left alone, the bitches decide to gang up on me, like what did I ever do to you? Or do they have a shitty joke of a memory where they forget the faces of the only people who helped them?!

I am snapped out of my inner monologue when I am shoved, hard and it was so unexpected (was it really?) that I lose my footing and nearly kiss the ground. If it weren't for my instinct. I would love to kiss my hands because god bless, I didn't faceplant the fuckin dirt road.

"Who goes there?" an asshole with a cocky smile and superiority complex asks, his gaze directed at the area I was standing before I was oh so rudely shoved. Look a little lower, asshole!

I rub my poor ass and get up, confident as fuck (though I don't feel half the confidence I am displaying).

"An inhabitant of motherfuckin earth," I reply sassily and add a middle finger salute for good measure.

"Blondie, I will ask you again. Who the fuck goes there?" he barked like the rabid dog he was and I fake shuddered.

I put my hand over my eyes and looked behind me. When I find what I am looking for, I turn back and point where I saw a factionless oldie walking.

"Oh you think you're so smart, don't ya?" the same douchebag asks and I snort. I don't owe him an answer, I am a Dauntless leader and I don't give two shits about them. I just have to wait for a little longer since I pressed the SOS button hidden in my comm device as soon as I was surrounded. Discreetly of course.

"Goddammit, fuckin tell me why you're here and who are you?" a different dumbass asks.

"Your baby sitter," I say with a straight face. I am not exactly wrong.

"Who the fuck are you?" an intense-looking bitch asks.

"Tris Prior, Dauntless leader in charge of faction security," I reply simply and that's all it takes for the baboons to pounce on me, aiming punches and elbows to my face, I assume but I bend down at the waist and touch my toes. Above me, I hear some yells and scruffling and I know at least one of them has successfully hit the other.

"Kill the hooligan!" someone else shouted and it's funny how I am the hooligan because if I am called that, what are they then?

I dive at the closest pair of legs i see and elbow one of the knees hard, making whats-his-face squeak loudly.

I kick and punch and on many occasions, pinch the shit out of the pussies. They are coward lil cunts who gang up on a short girl.

I jump up and elbow some scraggly looking dude in the face and enjoy the sight of blood gushing out of his nose. I have no time to revel in my small triumph when I am caught in a tight bear-hug from behind. Holy shit!

I see a punch aimed towards my face and duck, just in time to hear a very nasty 'crunch' and a howl of agony. I swipe my assailant's legs from under him and with a particularly hard kick to the temple he's out for the night.

I stomp hard at a foot that tried to trip me and dig my studded heel, moving it and grounding, trying to squish it like a bug and doing it again for maximum effect when I am punched in the gut and the air is knocked out of me.

I try to catch my breath and an old haggard-looking bastard tries to hump my face. I respond by biting the shit out of his sausage and then his upper thigh, hoping it was enough to unman the piece of shit. Serves him right!

I punch a slutty looking bitch right in the cunt while I am down and she jumps about five feet away from me. Hah! I can fight dirty like Peter motherfuckin' Hayes.

I am kicked in the back and fall over, wincing as someone stomps over my hand. I don't make a noise, not wanting to give the faceless waif the satisfaction of making me howl in pain.

I finally use my left hand to pull the electro-gun out of my pocket and electrocute two of the factionless stinker sand get back up, electrocuting three others out of my way.

As soon as I am up and about, I pull out a tranquil pistol and shoot eight fuckers down in rapid succession. They stay down and I let out a sigh of relief but it's not over yet.

I pull a dumb piece of scum from his shirt and head butt him, making sure to hit his forehead and he goes down with a loud wail.

Rubbing my throbbing forehead, I look at the remaining five cowards and grin maniacally. One of them backs away and makes a run for it like the gates of hell were unleashed on him while the others look at me, unimpressed. Whatever! It's not like I am trying to win their hand in marriage or some other equally dumb shit.

I cock my head to the side and pretend to study them one by one. They look familiar and when they all attack at once, I realize how I know them. Drew, Edward, Molly, and Evelyn not-so-fucking-dead Eaton.

I elbow the old trollop in the gut and kick the carrot-head. Edward looks indecisive but he attacks me, launching fists at me at blinding speed but I haven't trained with the best for nothing.

I shove him in a pit in the road and jump after him, not giving him a chance to recover as I land right on top of him. Digging my heel in his crotch and throwing punch after punch at his face and neck, I let out a cry as he kicks my ass, literally and I pitch forward on his heaving chest.

I look at his eyes then his lips and lean in and as soon as the asshole decides to take the 'kiss of life', I go straight ahead and bite his lower lip, hard as fuck and mercilessly, not letting him go and kick him repeatedly in the balls, or whatever is left of them anyway.

I see a brick-sized rock and within a second, pick it up and bring it to his temple and his eyes roll back.

"Leader Prior, where are you?" I decide not to answer my squad and focus on getting out.

"Tris Prior?"

"Miss Prior"

I finally find a raised area where

I put my foot and hoist myself upwards, finally able to see the boots of Dauntless patrol. Ew!

"Where the fuck are you, you little shit?" Eric barks and I pull myself out and make a run for him.

I jump on his back and the big meatloaf lets out a very unmanly 'oof' as we go tumbling down. I snuggle into his back and feel his body vibrating with silent laughter.

I am pulled off Eric and I look up to see which dimwit committed that sin and am met with the deep blue eyes of my former instructor. Number boy.

I look back and see Eric slapping his pants to get the dust out, a cute little pout on his face and I know he doesn't realize he's doing it.

Deciding to save his royal Dauntless leader dignity, I rush towards him full force and pull his face down for a kiss and he kisses back harder.

We hear wolf whistles and 'get some's' and I put a hand behind me in the air, waving my middle finger.

We pull away panting and the asshole smirks down at me.

"Why were you hiding, wife?" and I roll my eyes. He sure loves calling me 'wife' though it's only been two days since we came back from our honeymoon. People still struggle to call me Mrs. Coulter or Leader Coulter since it's still pretty damn new.

I feel a smack on my ass and glare at him, hearing not so discreet snickering behind me, and turn my head around to give them my famous i-learned-this-from Eric-Coulter look. It only intensifies and I pout at my husband who gives me a kiss on the nose.

"Whoa, did you do this all yourself?" Tobias asks, pointing to the unconscious bodies of ten factionless and I nod with a grin. He whistles.

"Damn woman, you're good,"

"There were three more but they ran away. Oh, and Edward is in the pit where I was 'hiding'," I reply with feigned nonchalance.

I hear cheers and get some claps on the back and I beam at my husband.

"I learned from the best," and he bends down for another kiss.