When all the initiates stand on solid ground again, Lauren and Four lead us down a narrow tunnel. The Erudite boy in front of me stops abruptly, and I smack into him, hitting my nose on his shoulder. I stumble back and rub my nose as I recover my senses. The whole crowd has stopped, and our three leaders stand in front of us, arms folded.
"This is where we divide," Lauren says. "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place." Most of the initiates were from Dauntless, so only nine people remain. Of those, I am the only Amity transfer, and Tris is the only Abnegation. The rest are from Erudite and Candor.
Four addresses us next. "Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor," he says. "My name is Four."
Christina asks, "Four? Like the number?" SHUSH YOUR MOUTH CHRISTINA! DON'T MAKE FUN OF MY BABY!
"Yes," Four says. "Is there a problem?"
"No." THERE BETTER NOT BE CUZ I WILL WHOOP YO ASS INTO NEXT TUESDAY!
"Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It—"
Christina snickers. "The Pit? Clever name." OMG! Girl, keep that mouth shut or the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth. Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. His eyes narrow, and for a second he just stares at her.
"What's your name?" he asks quietly.
"Christina," she squeaks.
"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction," he hisses. BURN! "The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?" She nods. Four starts toward the shadow at the end of the tunnel. The crowd of initiates moves on in silence.
"What a jerk," she mumbles. I try my very hardest not to comment on it because I already know that once I start my rant, I cannot be stopped.
"I guess he doesn't like to be laughed at," Tris replies.
Four pushes a set of double doors open, and we walk into the place he called "the Pit."
"Oh," whispers Christina. "I get it." People are everywhere, all dressed in black, all shouting and talking, expressive, gesturing. Four then shows us the chasm, which, might I say, would look absolutely stunning in the correct lighting.
After that, Four leads us across the Pit toward a gaping hole in the wall. The room beyond is well-lit enough that I can see where we're going: a dining hall full of people and clattering silverware. When we walk in, the Dauntless inside stand. They applaud. They stamp their feet. They shout. The noise surrounds me and fills me.
We look for empty seats. Christina, Tris and I discover a mostly empty table at the side of the room, and I find myself sitting opposite Four, who is between Christina and Four. Lovely. The girls talk about something as they eat but I find myself openly staring at Four. His jawline is so sharp that he could cut the sexual tension between him and Tris.
"You good there, Amity?" Four asks, pulling me from my daze. You would think that I would blush at a moment like this but no.
"I'm good. How about you?" I answer back, casually. The corner of his mouth twitches. The doors to the cafeteria open and a hush falls over the room. I look past Tris and Christina to see Eric FUCKING Coulter in all his sadistic glory. I know he's considered the 'bad guy' but I kinda like his character. In a way he's sort of like me: short-tempered, violent, doesn't care what others think.
"Who's that?" hisses Christina.
"His name is Eric," says Four. "He's a Dauntless leader."
"Seriously? But he's so young."
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Everly Wood | Divergent
Fanfiction-DISCONTINUED- WARNING: i wrote this when i was 12 years old and had no clue how to write. Everly Wood. A young girl who lost her parents too early on in life. What happens when she suddenly awakens in the world of her favourite book Divergent by V...
