I went to the prescreening of Divergent yesterday and this idea came to my head and I knew I had to write it.

This story is going to take place in modern day. (Not the futuristic Divergent world). Tris's parents were killed, and her and Caleb are sent to go live with the closest family friend- Marcus Eaton. Except, Tris is surprised to find out that he has a son.. a son who desperately needs saving.

As always, all of my stories are a little dark, so there is a warning for language/ sexual content and violence.

My eyes hungrily search the mirror for something of my old self to hold onto. The hint of color in my hazel eyes is gone. The red blush in my cheeks has faded into nothing but a dull color- a pale shade of white. This is just the ghost of the person that I used to be. I am a shadow of a human, the remains of someone who has been so quickly and easily destroyed. I am staring at the face of Beatrice Prior- stripped down to nothing in this cracked mirror on my wall.

Without my parents here to guide me, I have become only a fraction of who I once was.

They taught me selflessness, my parents, and even though it was never my strong point, they still loved me for trying. They loved me and Caleb equally, although he always had the thirst for knowledge, and I was always the thrill seeker. I always had the energy to try new things. If only they could see me now.

"Beatrice," I hear from behind me. My brother has managed to get into my room, despite the lock that I turned on the door. I watch him through the reflection in the mirror. His eyes still look bloodshot, but he attempts to smile at me. And even though I don't return the gesture, I still appreciate him doing so. We look to much alike right now. And that's how it always will be. We are no longer Tris and Caleb, siblings, but Tris and Caleb, the only living members of the Prior family.

"We have to go, now. Marcus is here. You have all of your stuff?" He questions and I nod. There are only a couple suitcases. That's all that I figured I would need. More than anything, I wish we could stay in this house, but we are both under 18. The will of my parents read that, if anything were to happen, we would live with my father's closest friend- Marcus Eaton. His house is going to be lonely and sorrowful with only me and Caleb, but I still respect him for agreeing to my parents wishes.

"Lets go," I mutter, dragging myself off the cold concrete floor.

The first thing that occurs to me as we arrive is that I have never been to Marcus's house.

It's much larger than I would have imagined. The windows are long and narrow, and the doorway is made of a very dark brick. I stand still for a moment, just staring at the new place that I will be forced to call home. I can get used to balcony upstairs, which I can already tell will be my favorite place... but the fountain in the front yard bothers me. It reminds me too much of the one that my mom always admired.

Marcus walks ahead of us, but I stand close to Caleb. My blonde hair almost hits him from the face due to the wind, and for the first time in a couple days, I hear him laugh. There still isn't enough hope in me to do the same thing, but I hope that there will be eventually. I want to mourn but I want to move on. For them. I have to live, for them.

We enter the house and I stare around wildly. Everything seems to be decorated perfectly. The curtains hang together, as if arranged to look like that, and already my suspicions have kicked in.

"Oh, and Caleb, Beatrice.." Marcus adresses us.

"Just Tris," I comment, surprising myself. I have never used a nickname before.

"Tris," Marcus repeats, stifling a nod, "You should probably meet my son."

I never knew he had a son.

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