UNEXPECTED
When you'd cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
Tris could still remember how it felt to hang above the Chasm; at that moment she had accepted her death. But she wasn't dead; that night was just the beginning of a ride she hadn't expected living when she chose Dauntless.
Or ~ in which Eric is the one to save Tris from the Chasm incident and not Tobias.
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AN: This 'prologue' was written so that you know from when I am taking Divergent over.
Prologue
Sleeping was apparently not an option for Tris that night. After a few hours of staring at the ceiling and listening to her fellow initiates' snores, she got up so that she could stretch.
She walked to the fountain in the corridor, keeping a hand on the stoned wall to steady herself in the darkness. As she bent over the fountain, she heard whispers coming from the corridor around the corner. Her curiosity was too strong; she didn't really think when she walked as silently as she could to the end of the corridor, the voices becoming clearer.
"There have been no signs," it took her mere seconds to recognize the deep voice as Eric's.
"As I thought; it's not noticeable at this stage of initiation," a woman's voice answered. That voice was awfully familiar but she couldn't recall where she'd heard it before.
"Just keep searching for any signs of Divergent rebels during stage two of initiation," the woman continued.
Tris almost gasped when she heard the word 'Divergent'. Heart beating painfully hard, she leaned her body against the wall and slowly bent around the corner to find out who the woman was.
"Never forget, Eric. Never forget why I chose you."
"I won't."
"I know you'll fulfil your mission," she said with affection.
Tris first recognized Eric's silhouette in the darkness. She forced herself to breath slowly and deeply. Only few more inches and she could discover who the woman with the cold voice was.
Someone grabbed Tris roughly and a hand clasped on her mouth. She didn't even have the time to make a sound of protest.
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AN: Lyrics at the beginning were from My Immortal by Evanescence.