Thank you for clicking on this fic and giving it a chance. This is my first Divergent fanfiction, co-written with a close friend. It is partly AU because of canon divergence. This story will contain multiple pairings... Tris/Four, Eric/OC Will/Christina. Canon-typical violence, language, sexual situations, ect.

Blaine absent-mindely curled a finger in his naturally fiery-red hair. He was bored, waiting for his name to be called amongst all of the other teens. He hated how his last name just had to begin with an S. They'd just finished the P's, and so far the biggest shock had been a Stiff leaving to go to Dauntless. It did interest him a bit. He himself was Candor, and everyone talked to each other honestly. So of course everyone voiced their honest opinion of Abnegation. Candor had no filter so it was expected.

Initation day was something Blaine had always anticipated. He'd known for the longest time that he wished to be Dauntless. They were wild and fierce. Their aura screamed "freedom!"

The Aptitude Test he'd taken... The results had been... "Inconclusive," to quote what the woman had said. Blaine wasn't stupid, he knew what that meant. It meant he was Divergent. He'd told her to manually enter his results as Dauntless. Despite the disapproving look, she'd entered him in as Dauntless. What did it matter if he was Divergent? He wanted to be Dauntless. He was going to chose Dauntless. He was going to be Dauntless.

Blaine perked up as his twin sister, Alice, was called. He smiled faintly as he watched her walk up. Their physical appearances were very similar; pale skin, freckles, faded green eyes. The stark contrast between them was their hair. While Blaine's hair was a brilliant and vibrant mess of curly vermilion red, Alice's hair was pale blonde and wavy. She usually had it braided, but today it hung loosely, falling past her shoulders and down to her waist.

Alice picked Amity, just as Blaine had predicted. He and she were opposites, though they never argued much. Honesty seemed to help with arguments.

Blaine listened to the cheers as she approached her new faction, her new family. Faction before blood, is what they say. The cheering died down and Blaine's name was called. Blaine grinned for a second before straightening his expression. As he approached the steps, he almost felt bad for his parents who'd be losing both of their kids. Whatever guilt he felt faded away as he sliced his palm and held it over the hot coals of Dauntless.

Once again, Dauntless burst into cheers, whoops and applause. Blaine smiled as he walked down the stairs and to his new faction. He saw the Stiff, who looked only slightly nervous. Blaine was clapped on the back by a few Dauntless-born.

It seemed as though after he was called, the ceremony flew by.

The Factions all emptied out of the building and Blaine felt a resounding sense of Freedom rush through him as he ran with Dauntless to their train. He hopped through the open door and stood by a window. This was goodbye, he thought. No more Candor, no more parents.

"Are you excited?" A girl next him asked. She was from Amity, it seemed. She had coiled, dark brown hair and eyes to match. Her skin was creamy coloured and looked like it would tan easily.

"Yeah," Blaine responded, a grin once again finding its way onto his face. He held out his hand. "I'm Blaine, you?"

"Andrea," she answered. Her head turned sharply and Blaine followed her gaze. Person after person were hopping from the train and onto the roof of a building. "Oh wow," Andrea breathed.

"Looks like we gotta jump," Blaine said, excitement coursing through him. He walked to the train door. He took a few steps back before running and leaping out, vaguely hearing someone ask, "and what if we don't?"

For only a few seconds, Blaine felt like he was flying. He landed on the roof and rolled. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the sunny sky and then got up. He began to follow the crowd as they approached the end of the building and stood amongst them. A man stood on the ledge of the roof.

Blaine raised an eyebrow as the man, who had introduced himself as Eric, explained the first part of their little initiation was to jump off this roof, down into who knows what. "If they wanted to kill us, they would've done so already," Blaine said, more to himself than anyone else, although he knew that Andrea was now standing beside him. It appeared as though no one was going to go first. He looked over and saw the Stiff looking contemplative. Oh hell no. Blaine quickly pushed through the crowd and stepped onto the ledge and then onto nothing. In a matter of seconds, Blaine had gone from the crowd to off the roof without a single hesitation on the ledge.

He was falling. The air rushing around him blocked out the sound of his own heartbeat. Blaine had ended falling facing the sky and the thought of not knowing if he was about to die made him nauseous. The feeling was gone, soon. He had been abruptly caught by... A net? When he had landed, he felt air return to his lungs. Blaine sloppily rolled over, as it was hard to do on the unstable surface the net provided. A seemingly irritated man helped Blaine out of the net. Blaine noted that it could be his neutral facial expression to look so grumpy.

"First jumper... What's your name?" He questioned Blaine. Blaine went to answer but was interrupted, "You can change it... If you'd like." Blaine thought for barely a second, it was almost as if he hadn't thought at all.

"I'm Blaze," he said, liking this new identity he was creating.

"Alright then," the man muttered before raising his voice. "Congratulations, First Jumper Blaze!" His dark eyes went back to Blaze. "Welcome to Dauntless." Another person had landed in the net and Blaze turned his head to see. It was the Stiff. Her expression was thinly veiled shock and relief. For once, Blaze agreed with her reaction.

The man raised an eyebrow at her he approached. "What, did somebody push you?" The Stiff made a partly surprised, partly triumphant look.

"No," she responded, a little breathless.

They stood together as one by one, the initiates landed in the net. Blaze observed the darkly lit area. Dauntless sure did love the colour black. "Heya! Remember me?" Andrea asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Blaze smiled at her, admiring the way the lighting complimented her features.

"That was exciting," Blaze commented as a few more people fell into the net.

"I can't believe that you were the first jumper," Andrea said.

"That Stiff girl was looking as if she was going to," Blaze responded. He glanced over to where she had drifted off to a dark-skinned girl with short black hair. "I didn't really jump, more like I just walked off a cliff."

"Just take the compliment, Blaine," she laughed.

"It's Blaze now," He corrected lightly. Andrea nodded.

"It fits you. With your hair and also your personality," she observed. Blaze grinned and was about to comment when grump-face spoke again.

"Dauntless-born go with Lauren, iniates with me," he gestured to a blonde woman next to him. As the Dauntless-born shuffled away, grumpy-face continued. "Most of the time, I work with intelligence but during your training, I'll be your instructor. My name's Four." Blaine exchanged a look with Andrea.

"Like the number?" The dark-haired girl near the Stiff questioned. Four nodded, a halfhearted smirk appearing for a moment.

"Exactly like the number," he responded.

"What happened, 1 through 3 were taken?"

Blaze chuckled at the girl's sass but his grin faltered when he noticed the sarcastic grin on Four's face.

"What's your name?" He asked, approaching the female candor.

"Christina."

"Well, Christina," Four began in a low voice, all humor gone, "the first lesson you learn from me is that if you want to survive, you keep your mouth shut."

Oh boy. They got one who couldn't handle the joys of sass.

The atmosphere went from tense to relieved in a matter of seconds once Four stepped away from Christina and told the initiates to follow him. "Looks like we're going to have loads of fun here in Dauntless," Blaze muttered to Andrea.

"What a killjoy this guy is," Andrea complained quietly, her eyes cutting to his figure. Blaze let out a breath of air and placed his hands behind his head. Killjoy could quite possibly be an understatement.

Four stopped them and Blaze and Andrea, along with the rest, looked down to the crowded area below them of black-clad people doing whatever. He could feel the beat of the deep bass in whatever music was playing. Boy, did these people have an odd taste in music. Four explained to them that this area below them was The Pit; the center of life at Dauntless.

'Looks fun,' Blaze thought as they continued on the little tour Four was taking them on.

When they reached the area that they'd be sleeping in for the next ten weeks, Blaze could finally say he'd found something familiar within these new walls. Everything was out in the open; girls and guys together in the same room. Candor was all about honesty and not much of modesty. So far the highlight of today was getting to burn his old clothes and look rad as hell in Dauntless Black.

Of course the fun continued when they went to get food.

"Damn, our clothes suck, we're gonna have to go shopping," Andrea commented with a grimace as she observed the numerous Dauntless in various dark clothing. Blaze mirrored her expression as they took a seat near the Stiff. Blaze mentally noted to start calling her Tris.

Blaze ate in silence, his eyes scanning the room, not quite sure what he was looking for. His attention came back to the table when the Stiff -Tris- asked Four if he was Dauntless-born or not. The incredulous look on his face was amusing and Blaze grinned and looked to Andrea who was shaking her head.

"He has got a secret," he sing-songed quietly to her. Andrea grabbed her cup, and raised one of her shapely eyebrows.

"You eat a behavioral studies book before coming here?" She questioned, sarcasm obvious in her tone.

"Sounds like something an Erudite would do," Blaze chuckled. Andrea studied his features for a moment.

"When you don't have that 'I'm secretly up to no good' smirk on your face, you look very boyish," she comments, taking a drink again. "Innocent, I mean. Your features are almost like a gentle-looking girl's." Blaze had heard this type of drivel before.

"Explain," he said simply. Andrea put her cup down excitedly and turned where she sat, so either leg was on each side of the bench. She grinned and looked over Blaine's face once more.

"Your face is round, but your cheeks and jaw are not lost in the roundness, and your eyes are large but angled like a cat's," Andrea explained. Blaze had never heard an explanation for his supposed innocent-face. "But it's your mouth that makes or break it. The simplest quirk of your lips and then you look very mischievous." Andrea smiled fondly as she finished her explanation.

"Freckles don't help either," Blaze added as an afterthought to her words. She snorted and smirked at him.

"Definitely not," she agreed.

The cafeteria suddenly grew quiet when a man who stood above the cafeteria, stared down at them and placed his hands on the railing. "Initiates, stand." The iniates did as they were told in a matter of seconds. "You have chosen the Warrior Faction, tasked with the defense and protection of our people and our walls." Ooh, the Warrior faction had a nice ring to it. Blaze lightly elbowed Andrea's arm.

"Dude, we're warriors," Andrea muttered before Blaze could open his mouth. Blaze had pretty much tuned out the rest of the speech and he nodded, a smile growing on his lips.

He was going to be Dauntless.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through him as the people around him began to cheer and applaud. Andrea was hopping up and down beside him and they shared similar smiles; smiles of excitement and hype like the rest of the crowd. Some initiates were lifted into the air by the Dauntless and passed along in a crowd surf. Dauntless really were crazy, huh?