I'm woken up by the doorbell ringing. The doorbell, and a lot of noise. Pounding footsteps that sound like drumbeats, and chattering that's louder than the Amity schoolchildren. Back when I was an Erudite, before I transferred to Dauntless, we always hated the Amity kids and their loud games. While we always preferred to stay in and read, the Amity would shout and yell and laugh, distracting us.

And this noise is exactly like it.

I'm still half-asleep while getting out of bed, and I picture various scenarios, none of them good, as to why there would be banging on my door at midnight. The last time I was woken up at midnight, it was because George was dead. Then I give myself a mental slap, knowing that if it was bad, they wouldn't sound this happy.

When I answer, I see a group of young Dauntless, Amar and Lauren at the head. Four is at the back with Zeke. I'm too sleepy to think much, but I'm happy that he's out doing something. From what Amar said, he was in the arena every morning and the fear landscape room every night. No wonder he looked exhausted.

'Well?' I ask. Everyone is looking at me expectantly. They all look very drunk, tired, grubby, and exhausted, but there's exhilaration in their eyes that can only come from doing something truly Dauntless. Like ziplining, but they wouldn't be here if it was ziplining. It's probably a game of Dare. Or hopefully, it's nothing. Who am I kidding? Of course it isn't nothing.

'Four's getting a tattoo,' Gabe explains. I raise my eyebrows. I'm so surprised I don't say anything for a few moments. Four? A tattoo? Has he forgotten his Abnegation roots so quickly? This is the complete opposite of what an Abnegation would do, even a former Abnegation.

Some of this must show on my face, because Amar gives me one of his typical easy, open smiles. 'Please?' he asks. 'It's for a game of Dare.'

I sigh and turn to Four. 'Are you sure you want a tired woman to tattoo your skin, Four?' I ask. 'This ink doesn't wash off.'

He looks me straight in the eye. 'I trust you,' he says. I know he's being honest. He comes from Abnegation, and from what I've heard, the Abnegation are thinkers. He must have thought about it on the way here.

'Right.' I try to stifle a yawn. I don't really think it works, though. 'The things I do for Dauntless tradition. I'll be right back, I'm going to put on pants.'

I change as fast as I can, acutely conscious of the fact that it's the middle of the night and there are a group of young, crazy Dauntless in there. I'm young too, but I'm not one of the mindlessly crazy Dauntless. Unlike most of them.

'If I get in trouble for turning on the lights at this hour, I'm going to claim it was vandals and name names.' I don't want to get yelled at for turning the lights on, but I can't exactly do this in the dark. All power in the city is supposed to shut off after midnight to conserve energy. The trains sometimes run, and as far as I'm aware the leaders turn a blind eye to it. And from what Amar's told me, the Erudite rarely switch off half of the power, let alone all of it. It's very convenient when the Dauntless want to play pranks, but I know there's something going on there.

'Got it,' replies Four, smiling. I hope he takes me seriously.

'There's a back way. Come on,' I say. I lead them into the tattoo parlour round the back way. I can't get into it through the front because only Bud has the keys. He'd kill me if I woke him up now - Bud is even more cranky than I am in the mornings, and that's saying something. Despite the fact he likes to wake me up for early morning jogs - Bud is crazy in that department - he's not good in the morning.

Four stops at my coffee table. I don't think I've ever used it for coffee - it's covered in sketches, ideas for tattoos. I look over to see what's caught his interest. Maybe it's a tattoo that he wants?

Damn it. It's the drawing I was working on before I went to bed. I forgot to put it away, assuming no one would be in here. This is the worst possible drawing to leave out. It's my sketch of all the faction symbols - the eye for Erudite, the scales for Candor, the two hands for Abnegation. The Amity tree looks like it's growing over them, and the Dauntless flames are the biggest at the top. It's a great drawing, but also a very dangerous drawing. One that could mark me as a faction traitor.

I silently beg him to move on. He'll attract attention if he stays there, and attention is the last thing the drawing needs. Move on, move on, move on…

He looks around, sees everyone ahead of him, and jogs to catch up.

Thank God.

I hear George's voice in my head. I know he's dead and never coming back, but I knew him - know him - so well that I can imagine exactly what he'd say. You were careless, Tori. You can't let it happen again.

I won't, I silently promise him. I won't.

We all sit down, with me and Four in the middle.

'Basic principles of tattooing. The less cushion under the skin, or the bonier you are in a particular area, the more painful your tattoo,' I explain. The tattoos on my arms hurt, but much less than the one on my back. 'For your first one it's probably best to get it done on, I don't know, your arm, or your-'

'Your butt cheek,' Zeke cuts in, snorting with laughter.

I shrug. 'It wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.' Zeke's tattoo requests have been very interesting over the past couple of years.

Four looks at Gabe. I have a feeling it was Gabe who dared him. Gabe is just the sort of person who would do that. He raises his eyebrows, and Four looks at the wall. His gaze darts around for a few seconds, before settling on the Dauntless flames. 'That one,' he says, gesturing to it. It's a very artistic rendering of the flames. I drew it with Bud, while I was still learning how to draw tattoos.

'Got it. Got a location in mind?' I ask.

I have no idea what he's going to choose. Common sense tells me that he'd choose somewhere easily concealed, but where does common sense have anything to do with Dauntless?

He thinks for a moment, then rests his hand on his ribs. Amar looks at me, raising his eyebrows and smiling slightly.

'You sure?' I ask him, although I know what he's going to say. 'That's maybe the most painful place possible.'

'Good,' he says, sitting down. There's a slight edge to his voice.

'So we have a masochist in the chair tonight. Lovely,' I say. Everyone laughs. I start to cover his ribs in rubbing alcohol, then do his back to be sure. He winces. Rubbing alcohol only stings if you have a scar, but why would he have scars on his back? I pull at the skin gently.

'How did this happen, Four?' But I don't need to ask. Between Amar telling me about his fear landscape, and a bit of common sense, I know these marks were made with a belt.

Four bites his lip, and I know that he'd never admit it. Amar stares at him, frowning. I give him a pointed look. Change the subject. Think of an explanation. I really don't care, as long as you think of something.

'He's an initiate. They're all cut and bruised at this point. You should see them all limping around together. It's sad,' says Amar.

Zeke, who hasn't picked up on the awkward silence, says, 'I have a giant one on my knee. It's the sickest blue colour.'

Everyone starts displaying their own scars, but Four, Amar and I can't join the conversation. I watch Four for a moment, and he locks eyes with me. We both know that I know it's not from initiation.

Then I turn on the needle, and Amar throws him the flask, and I start the tattoo.

A/N: Hello again! My personal headcanon is that some people know more about Four and his past than he likes to think. Amar obviously knows, because he was the one who watched Four's simulations. I also think Tori knows. And for some strange reason, I like to think that Cara knows a lot too.

Here's a question: If you couldn't write or read for Divergent, what other fandom would you write for/read? I would either do Sherlock or The Hunger Games. What about you? Post it in the review section :)