Disclaimer: I do not own very specific characters in the fanfiction, the characters I do own at my OCs such as Kate, Symphony and Chris. The rest of the characters, settings, and ideas in this book belong to their respected owners.

Author's Note:

New fanfiction, because I love Divergent and Jai Courtney and I couldn't help but write a fanfiction that includes him and the book Divergent.

So basically, this story is all about the reasons why Eric is so cold- what happened to him etc.
It takes place before the Divergent books, and makes FALSE claims about Eric's past, so no, most of this stuff is made up off the top of my head since Eric doesn't have much history in the books.

Well I hope you Enjoy

Chapter 1.

"Rise and shine, princess." Hands grab at my legs, my arms, everything. I open my eyes and try to scream, but a sock is placed in my mouth and a blindfold is over my eyes. Two men carry me, I assume. Or two boys. I kick and scream into my gag, but it's not use. The boys are strong and hold me with a secure iron grip. They walk down a hall, or so that's what it sounds like from their feet scraping against rock. I hear the sound of the chasm grow closer, and then I'm put down on my knees. Near the chasm. Or close to it, at least. I hear a belt buckle being undone, and then a clank on the ground. Someone in front of my sticks a needle in my neck, and before I know it, I can't move my legs and I fall over onto hard rock, landing on my wrist.

A second later, a hand is stuck down my pants. I scream into the gag again, and try to hit the person molesting me, but my hands are tied down by someone else.

"Stop it!" I try to yell into the gag, but it comes out as gibberish, and I hear a snicker from one of the boy's mouth.

"Look at little Kate, trying to be all strong," says one of the boys. His voice echoes in the space around us, so I can't make out which guy it is. I take deep breaths. Deep. Breaths. Tears run down the side of my face. Then I hear footsteps coming from behind me. The boy takes his hands out of my pants and I roll onto my side, sobbing onto the ground.

"Chris, save me," I mumble out of confusion. I repeat my old friend's name over and over into the gag, even though I know it makes no sense.

"Get out," I hear a stern voice say. A familiar voice. One of the instructors for sure. The scurrying sound of footsteps runs past my ears. I reach from the gag in my mouth, and get it out. It works, but not before I realize someone kneeling beside me. I'm about to punch them, tell them to leave me alone, but instead I'm picked up by strong arms. My bare back touches their arms. I sob silently as the person walks through the halls quietly. I don't bother seeing who is carrying me, I just curl into the body carrying me, feeling the muscles beneath the person's shirt tense. I feel goose bumps start to line their skin as I place my head against the person's chest in any way to gain any comfort at all. Finally, I hear the sound of a door open and a few giggles from inside the room. I'm placed on my usual cot and the blindfold is taken off my head. I look quickly around the room to see who was carrying me, but I just see the quarters' door slam close, and hear the sound of snickering around me. I sigh and fall onto my bed, sleeping in a fetal position with the covers tucked right up to my neck.

Four bangs a fork on the railing of the room, like he does every morning. I groan as I wake up. As soon as realization floods to me that last night was not just a dream, I shiver greatly. Almost raped, the phrase runs in my mind. I was weak last night. I didn't fight hard enough. I cried in front of one of the instructors. I hit my hand against my head and look over to my right. An amity transfer, Symphony looks at me with bright eyes. She's always an optimist. A few days ago, I didn't even know her, and now she's my only friend because she promised me we would get through this together.

She's not a bad fighter either, she's pretty, with straight black hair and soft eyes to trick a boy into thinking she's soft. But really, she's stubborn, really strong, and can flip any guy over her shoulder. Even Johnson, the best and cruelest transfer. I rub my hair through my fingers, combing it out slowly as I rub my wrist. I sprained it when I fell last night.

I take a deep breath, sit up, and take a deep breath. Slowly, my eyes scan the room, wondering who assaulted me last night. Embarrassment runs through me. It could've been any of them.

"Hey."

I snap back to reality and look at Symphony. She's in her Dauntless Blazer already, and in her black sweatpants for training today.

"Hey," I reply casually.

"After training, we're going to play Dare, you should play with us," she says in a soft tone. Probably because she knows what happened.

"Who's us?" I ask, grabbing a pair of black slacks, and putting them over my underwear.

"Hm. Joshua, Anica, Zeke," she pauses. Though Zeke isn't a leader, he helps sometimes with getting us adjusted to fighting. He looks nice. Symphony sometimes glares at him with a certain sparkle in her eye. "I think Jackson and Rain are playing as well."

"Sure," I say, standing up. I glance about the room. Everyone is almost gone. I take the opportunity to quickly use the bathroom before I return to Symphony. She looks me up and down before giving a brief smile and turning to face the doorway. We leave the room and jog to the Pit quickly. Just as we enter, she stops me.

"Are you okay?" she questions. I've always liked that about Symphony in the short time I've known her. She actually cares. If you're not okay, she isn't okay. I guess it's an Amity thing.

"Yeah. Did you see who was carrying me last night?" I ask, looking at Four and the other instructor Eric standing near the fighting arena.

Symphony shakes her head. A small feeling of disappointment triggers inside of me and I curse silently. Guess I'll never know who shivers under my touch. I smile at the thought. Maybe it was Four.

"Watch out, guys!" a shout from behind Symphony comes suddenly. And then Zeke is crashing between us, swinging his arms around our necks.

"How are you two doing today?" he says, beaming. Maybe it was Zeke. His dark skin reflects in the dim lighting of the Pit. Symphony looks at him and grins lightly.

"We're doing okay," she answers for me. Zeke looks over to me.

"You okay?" he whispers into my ear. I force a small smile, and nod. I guess what happened is spreading around like a rumor already. "Good, cause I got a good Dare for you if you're playing." With that, he strides over to Four. Eric gives him a disapproving look. I never liked Eric that much. He isn't as cold as most people have sad, if you're a good fighter. But he is strict, doesn't talk much, keeps to himself. It nags at me sometimes. He isn't as forgiving as other instructors. But you can't learn if you aren't challenged, I suppose.

I fall in line next to the other initiates as Four declares that we'll be testing our ability at fighting with other people. Since it's the third day of initiation, I can see why the instructors want to see us fight each other. Four looks down at his list of trainees. He purses his lips before talking. Symphony squeezes my hand. She's as nervous as me, apparently.

"Symphony and Anica," Four speaks. Symphony takes a deep breath, and lets out a small moan. Anica is easy to take on, she's short, but fast. She doesn't notice her skill, though, so she can't use it to her advantage.

Symphony steps up onto the fighting floor, and takes her stance with her arms in front of her face. Anica smiles a bit. "Good luck," she squeaks out. Symphony nods.

"Fight, then," Eric pipes up. I send a glance his way, and am surprised when he meets my gaze. He holds it a little longer than I would like. I look away, shivers from his eyes run down my spine. I shake my head and look back at Anica, who makes her move and hits Symphony in the arm. Symphony uses no mercy, and quickly turns and flips Anica. Once Anica is down, Symphony kicks her in the side. Anica stands back up, and coughs for a few seconds before throwing a punch that hits Symphony in the jaw. It's powerful enough to knock Symphony back a few feet. Then Anica gets low and trips Symphony by swiveling her leg underneath herself. Symphony falls with a bang, Anica gets on top of her and throws a few more punches.

"Good," Four says. Anica instantly apologizes quiet enough for none of the instructors to hear. Symphony stands up, a few drops of blood coming from her lip, as well as a few scrapes on her jaw line, but she accepts Anica's apology. I hope Four calls me next, in a sense. I need to beat someone up. I need to take my anger out. Maybe I'm not thinking right. Maybe I'm just thinking as a Dauntless would think. Isn't that the whole point of being in Dauntless, though? Symphony takes her place next to me again, wiping her blood on her sleeve.

"Why don't you two fight?"

Everyone glances at Zeke, even I. He gestures towards Eric and Four. I heard that Four beat Eric during initiation, that Eric came in second and always hated Four for that. Maybe not hate, maybe just dislike.

"Zeke, not now," Four mumbles, going back to his paper.

"Why not?" Eric questions, looking at the initiates.

"Tomorrow," Four gives a quick grin. It disappears easily. He looks back at his papers. "We will practice throwing knives for the remainder of the hour. Then we will do one on one battles." The group follow him to a row of targets lined up in front of a table that has throwing knives on it. I never saw someone throw a knife, but it feels light in my hand as I pick it up. I throw it at the target and hit the very corner of the board. Four demonstrates how to throw it correctly, and I realize I need to use my wrist more. So I go back to the table and grab another knife. This time it hits the target closer, but not perfect. I sigh.

Pretend it's the one who assaulted you.

I grab the next knife and almost hurl it at the target with all my might. It hits the center of the chest. I sigh, my arm tired from throwing so hard. Taking a deep breath, I look over at Symphony, who stands with Anica and Joshua. For a brief second I close my eyes, and then grab another knife. I imagine the line in which the knife will go, the force it will hit the board with. I throw.

Miss.

I sigh, frustrated. After a few more throws, I actually manage to hit the target and sink the knife into it. Then I hear Four call to use to set up one on one fights.

"I've paired Zeke, Eric and myself with a few of you," he announces. Eric groans quietly, but I can hear it from where I am. "Those who have been advancing more than everyone else will be working with us for a few hours. Don't worry, I'll make sure we go easy on you." I see Four give a stern glance at Eric at the last sentence. I make eye contact with Zeke, who seems pretty bubbly from my perspective.

"Johnson with Symphony," Four says, "Anica with Rain. Jackson with Zeke. Jessica with Meredith. Myself with Bash. Kate with Eric."

I don't listen to the rest of the names. Me? More advanced than Symphony and Johnson? I can barely throw a knife. Then again, I have developed some muscle and not many of the other initiates have done that in the last few days. Without making eye contact with my partner, I walk to an open mat with Symphony and Johnson on one side, and Zeke and Jackson on the other side. I wait patiently while my instructor trudges over to the mat.

"I'll go easy on you," Eric says. I raise my eyebrow. I know I can't take him. Even with a long-sleeved shirt on, I can tell he is way stronger than I am by the size of his arms. "Besides, Four wants me to work on technique with you." He rolls his eyes, then steps onto the mat. I follow, and stand in front of him.

"You're fast," he says, standing almost too close for comfort. "That's good." He raises his arms, I raise mine as well and for a while we turn in circles, not wanting to attack first. "Try to get behind me," he suggests, and then goes for a punch as soon as he finishes talking. I duck instinctively and turn to face his back.

"Good, now next time try to be faster and get low to trip me."

I try the technique. Though I hit his leg with my foot to trip him, he stays up straight.

"You need to hit my leg with your calve. It'll be harder for your foot to slip past my leg so I can stay up straight." I never realized Eric would be so kind, and not yell at me when I mess up.

Next time, I almost succeed in tripping him. He falls over, but then recovers as he goes into a push up stance and pushes himself up quickly. He turns around. "Right," he says, making eye contact. The shivers return. I look over at Zeke, who is succeeding in beating his opponent. Symphony flips Johnson over her back and then gets kicked in the leg. Why are we just talking, instead of fighting?

"Ready?" Eric asks. I'm about to nod, but he throws a punch and hits me right below my jawline. I grip at it in pain, knowing that it will bruise. But I'm also glad because I know that he could've broken my jaw if he wanted to. He lunges again and I practice my new move. Only as I duck and move forward to spin around him, my arm catches him in his chest. He falls forward, as do I.

I land on his chest. I take two deep breaths before he slides out from underneath me and then stands up.

"Next time, don't stare at me. Punch me. I can handle it," he spits out. I don't know what I did wrong, so I look over at Zeke. He looks at Eric, then at me, and shrugs.

"Are you just going to stare at your boyfriend all day?" Eric asks. He's turned cold. "Or are you actually gonna become Dauntless and start fighting?" I stare at him, confused for a second. He smirks, his eyes dark. "Come on, little girl."

Little girl.

My father's nickname for me.

He always said that right before he whacked me upside my head, before he whipped me with his belt.

I feel a sudden anger, and rush at Eric. He punches me in the jaw again. Guess that's his favorite spot. He hits harder than last time, and I taste blood. My head rushes, but I spit the blood out on the side of the mat. That gets his attention, and while he looks at it I twirl and roundhouse kick him in the chest. He stumbles back from the blow, but doesn't fall over. Eric rushes towards me with a raised fist. I duck, swivel, and trip him as he showed me. Then I climb onto his torso and start punching his face, over and over again. Imagining him as my molesters, or as my father. I punch harder until I feel my knuckles start to split. As I slow down, he grabs my hands. I cut parts of his face.

I breathe heavily while sitting on him, feeling his diaphragm expand under my legs. He stares at me with such an intensity, that I have look away for a second. Then I slide off of him, taking a look at my knuckles. Blood trickles down them. Eric's blood and my own. I lie on the mat next to him.

"Get up," he says next to me.

"What?" I question.

"I said get up. Keep fighting."

"But you're-"

"Stopping is weakness. If I were an enemy, I wouldn't stop fighting." He stands up. As do I.

Four walks towards us. "What happened to you?" he asks Eric. "Did she get you good?"

"Go to hell," Eric says, spitting out blood as I did earlier.

"Good job, Kate," Four says to me, running his hand through his hair. "I see you didn't go easy on him."

"I could kill her if I wanted," Eric mutters.

"Okay," Four says. "Go get cleaned up, Kate."

I nod at Four and walk to get my hands cleaned up by the bathrooms in the corner of the pit. I walk slowly, trying to avoid attention. Once I get to the sinks, I take my time cleaning off my split knuckles. I splash some water on my face to get rid of the cuts that Eric had caused.

Eric.

He caused them.

He caused me pain just like my father has. It's his fault he's bleeding. He asked for it. The water stings my wrists, but I soldier on as I always do. I am a part of Dauntless now. There's no such thing as stepping down from a battle or surrendering.

"Did he do this to you?"

I stared at Chris, observing him carefully with my wide eyes.

"Yes." I folded my hands together.

He brushed against my shoulder. "I will kill him for what he did to you."

I blink away the memory, not wanting to go back to life as an Erudite. I'm Dauntless now. Erudite does not matter at all anymore. Chris is gone. My childhood friend. I wonder if things would've been different if he stayed in Erudite instead of transferring to Dauntless. Maybe I wouldn't have joined Dauntless if I knew he had joined Amity, or Candor. Maybe we could've stayed as friends. But then again, that never happens, now does it?

I look over my shoulder at Eric. From the angle his face is, I recognize the curve of his nose. And his jawline.

Chris.

Author's Note:

Okay well, that concludes Chapter 1, which is a bit cheesy, I admit. I'll probably rewrite it sometime or something like that, but this is it for now.

I hope you enjoyed.

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