Peddie One Shots

Dauntless Love (Part One)

Okay guys I'm finally updating yay! This is sorta a crossover with Divergent because Theo James is life!!!

Since I've been gone for so long I'm gonna make this a mini series like I did previously (I think it was a future Peddie one).

Background info- it's basically just the same as in divergent. There are five factions- Abnegation (selfless, Candor (honest), Erudite (clever), Amity (peace) and Dauntless (brave). Patricia has just taken the test to say what one she should be in but is special got Abnegation (where she's from), Erudite and Dauntless. This is called Divergent and the rest of the people (especially the leader of Erudite want them eliminated). She chose dauntless and this is her arriving at the dauntless compound.

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"Who's gonna jump first?" Victor, our lead trainer asked us.

Everyone looked around nervously, both eager to jump but reluctant to go first. Joy was standing beside me in Candor uniform. I looked down at my own Abnegation clothes and I realised I had to shed that part of me completely if I wanted to keep my Divergence a secret.

"I'll go," I spoke up. I felt thirty pairs of eyes turn to me.

"Okay stiff, show us what you got," Victor jeered.

I stood on the ledge and looked down. It was just a massive hole in a roof. The Erudite in me showed through however as I realised that there must be something at the bottom as if would be practically impossible to fall that height without dying. I took off my cardigan and dropped it to the floor.

"Woo take it off," Ben, a Candor transfer teased, "put it back on."

I gritted my teeth and jumped.

It felt like I was flying. I spread my arms and felt the air against my face. I could see the roof getting closer and found there was a net in it. Awkwardly I landed on the net but I was in too much shock to care. The net dipped and I fell to the side.

"What's your name?" a guy asked.

"It's-" I began.

"What is it a hard one?" he asked mockingly, "remember pick wisely, you only get to chose once."

"Trix," I said confidently.

"First jumper- Trix," he informed the crowd of people waiting eagerly to see the new initiates.

I stood the side and waited for the rest of the initiates to jump. My eyes couldn't move from the guy however. He was hot but in an underlying kind of way. He was fit, his muscles could clearly be seen through the fitted black t-shirt he adorned. Every time he reached up to tip the newest jumper from the net the muscles on his back flexed.

Once all the initiates had jumped we were all stood in front of the guy. He looked at us in an accusing manner but he was also judging us in his head as if calculating who would be the best initiate. I also had been observing people and so far I was the weakest by a long shot.

"Okay, I'm Four," he spoke up. "New initiates will come with me and the Dauntless born will go with KT," he gestured to the girl beside him.

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Punch. Punch. Punch. I repeatedly collided my fist with the punchbag in front of me however my small frame meant I inflicted little power- it barely moved. I persevered but my efforts came with no avail.

"You'll never win a fight if you punch like that," Four came up behind me. "You're small so you'll need your full body weight to inflict any kind of pain. Turn like this and it'll be better."

His hands grabbed my waist and spun me round. My body ignited the moment his hands made contact. I held in a shudder and began punching again.

"Okay guys," Victor called. We all gathered around him. "Punching a bag is good for strength but it doesn't put up any defence."

"Unless you're Trix and it knocks you over," Ben muttered to his friend.

"Physical combat will show us how well you're progressing," Victor continued. "You picked us, so now we're picking you. Forty-four initiates joined us this year however fourteen shall be eliminated. Fight well because if you're under the red line by the end of next week- you're out."

He stepped aside to reveal a board. My name was last. There were 7 people between me and the red line.

"Trix you'll be fighting Ben," Victor looked to us both in turn.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now," he stated firmly.

"Jab to the throat," Four mumbled to me as I walked towards the fighting mat, "he steps before he punches."

Ben and I stood on the mat. He smirked cockily. His left foot stepped forward and I ducked. He missed and I jabbed his throat. He stumbled a little but soon regained his composure. One blow and I was on the ground. Through my blurred vision I could see Four leave and it felt like any motivation I had to win had just vanished. One more blow and I was out cold.

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"Okay so you can't fight but maybe you can redeem yourself with other physical tests," Four said to me as the group of transfer initiates all waited in a large room.

"I'll try," I rolled my eyes. It was hopeless. I shouldn't have come here.

"Knife throwing," Victor told us all. I gulped. "Aim for the target."

With that we were handed knives. It took a few tries but I turned up to be pretty good at this- better than anyone else in my class. Jerome, one of the other transfers, was not as lucky. It had been half an hour and I don't think he had hit the target yet. Victor stood behind him and watched as he threw his next knife.

"What was that?" Victor asked Jerome accusingly.

"It slipped," Jerome muttered.

"Well go get it," Victor laughed.

"With all the knives flying?" Jerome asked- mistake number one.

"Are you scared?" Victor replied.

"Of getting hit by an airborne knife, yeah," Jerome replied- mistake number two.

"Stand in front of the target," Victor commanded. We all stopped throwing our knives and watched. "Four I'm gonna need your help." Grudgingly, Four walked towards Victor. "Four's gonna throw some knives at you and if you so much as flinch you're out."

Jerome gulped. He was terrified. There was no way he could stay still. Four raised his knife and I saw Jerome fidget.

"Stop," I spoke up, "anyone can stand in front of a target, it doesn't prove anything."

"If it's so simple then you can take his place," Victor told me, "same rules."

I stared straight into Four eyes. He raised his knife and tossed it. The knife pierced into the target about a foot from a left arm. His second knife landed a few inches from my head. The third came flying straight towards me and I thought it would hit my face. It scraped my ear but did no major damage.

"You got lucky Stiff," Victor snapped. With that we were all dismissed.

"You hit me," I said to Four once everyone else had left.

"I did you a favour," he said without looking at me.

"A favour?" I laughed.

"You think he would've let you leave without a mark," Four pointed out, "it I didn't hit you, you would still be standing in front of the target and I would still be throwing knives."

With that he left and I remained trying to figure out the mystery that was my instructor.