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(AU Story) Tris had no memory of her life pre-accident, except that her name was Tris and that she was sixteen. 2 years post-accident, Tris lived a good life at Dauntless thanks to Tori, her "guardian" and Christina, her best friend. But when she meets a certain hot boy who calls himself Four and makes her melt just by seeing him, her life changes.

There are certain people who seem to want her dead, she's always been the center whenever a heated testosterone fight starts, and almost everyone seems to be hiding something from her. Including Four.

Four was known as the Dark and Dangerous boy in Dauntless Academy, but Tris just couldn't resist the attraction between them. And thanks to one pair project, their Flirting game might just turn out steamier than imagined. But with that comes the dangers that is the answers to Who Is Four? And maybe this will be something that Tris will never forget—Ever.

Everyday the pain of her past grows stronger and the memory of the boy who told her he loved her does, too. Tris will now have to do whatever it takes to bring her memories back, find out what happened that day and crack open the mysterious and oh-so sexy boy, who seems to be on a hot-and-cold basis with her, that's been keeping a secret. One secret that could change everything.

Prologue: "Shit"

In the cool December night of 2011, a family of four were driving through the snowy streets of Abnegation.

"Sis, I love you and all… but your singing is a bit… plenty much off." The older brother said. He was a little bit too honest and always selfless, just like his family. Since all of them are from Abnegation, one of the five factions, they lived and grew up in a place where not one person is self-centered and everyone… well, everyone was always cautious with their actions, not wanting to draw attention from the other factions. Maybe, just maybe, except for one.

"But you love singing along with me," She smiled. "In fact, you love singing that you always sing in your sleep."

"No, I don't." He protested calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" He was about to say before their dad had to cut in.

"Okay, okay. Just stop fighting. Caleb, if Beatrice wants to sing then she can. And Beatrice, you shouldn't embarrass your brother like that."

Like something like that can embarrass him? He reads books like an Erudite, dad. He's more than embarrassing; he's a traitor, a shame, she thought, but didn't bother voice them out. Because she knew better than to judge her brother when she, too, was a traitor. A shame.

She huffed, muttered a sorry to her brother and father. Her eyes landed to Natalie Prior—her mother—who sat on the passenger's seat beside her dad.

She had all the features Natalie had: blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and a petite-but-strong body. Beatrice wasn't the type of beautiful that will make you melt, but she was close. She's sparkling (and not in that way). Wherever she went the whole room lights up, like she's a glowing light bulb. She's the type of girl you should never judge; the type of girl who will make you do anything just to see her smile. But there was one problem with Beatrice:

She's selfish, and she doesn't want to be Abnegation any longer.

But in a few months, when all sixteen-year-olds—including her—will have their Choosing Ceremony—a ceremony wherein you can switch to another faction, or stay where you were. The test she took last month already gave her the possible factions: Dauntless, Abnegation, Erudite.

Her test instructor, Tori, a Dauntless (judging by the tattoos and the fact that only Dauntless have them) told her that she was a Divergent. She didn't know what it meant, and Tori didn't want to tell her more. So she didn't push it. But the last words Tori told her was always there, floating in her mind along with the other thoughts:

"Divergence is extremely dangerous. You understand?"

She really didn't know what it was…but she knew better than to distrust her, because by the way she told her, she seems to know her stuff. And she never dare told anyone, even her best friend Christina.

Her trip to La La land was interrupted by the sound of her dad's nostrils flaring, and Caleb sporting a look that told her that something was going on.

"Dear," Natalie said, a voice full of worry as she held her husband's arm. "What's wrong?"

"Something's not right," He replies, nostrils flaring. "Last time we went here the roads were in one direction, not zigzags. Do you think we went the wrong way?"

"No. I checked the GPS; we're on the right track."

"Father," Caleb cuts in, which is some sort of miracle since he has never interrupted their parents' conversations before (only Beatrice had, a lot)—because it's selfish to interrupt others. "Turn around." The panic starts to rise in his voice and in that second Beatrice knows something's definitely wrong.

"What?"

"Turn around, Dad. Turn around!"

"Caleb Prior," their mother warns calmly; a tone that makes both siblings' spines shiver. "Don't talk to your father like that—"

"No, Mom, you don't get it. We're going to die! I'm serious!" He protested, sounding rather desperate.

This time Beatrice said, "What the? How would you even know, Caleb." But her older brother said nothing, gulped and turned to lock his eyes with her. "Don't," His eyes told her. "Because it's really, really bad."

"Yes, Caleb, where would you even…" Their mother started, but sighed and rubbed her forehead. In anger. In the fact that she believes it herself. She doesn't know.

"Honey," Their dad says. "I… think we should—"

But in that instance, everything flashed.

Lights blocked their vision and when their dad pressed the brakes, the car skidded to a stop. There was a loud noise, and they felt the ground shaking. The mystery-sound sounded faint in a quick second—but grew louder as it moved…nearer. Caleb mustered what sounded like, "Shit."

And with that, they knew they were really going to die.

For Caleb, he knew this was going to happen. And he didn't want to think about it. He knows his family would never forgive him, and he hopes to die that way: unforgiven; to live in his own sin.

For their parents, they were… in shock. They didn't know how everything came to be and their minds stopped processing.

But for Beatrice… her life flashes in her eyes: Her childhood, her parents, Caleb, Christina, Ryan—her boyfriend. And there was something else. A boy, she recognized. But in that instant she forgot his name, but the words he must've told her swam in her head.

"I love you, Tris. Forgive me."

Whoever he was, she did. She's forgiving him in her thoughts and she doesn't know why. She's crying and crying and thinking about the boy's face, the cloudy blue eyes that seemed to see through her soul. And his name was on the tip of her tongue: it was... it was…

It was too late. Before the car (or what seemed to be) hit them and threw their stiffened bodies to God-knows-where, they all said muttered in unison,

"Shit."

A/n: Shit, indeed.
Next chapter will be in first person, and as the story progresses, we'll also have Four, Christina and Caleb's P.O.V.s

Oooh! And there will be non-book characters (ones I made up myself). Just a few.

Update (4/27): The 1st chapter will be posted on either the 28th or on May 1. I've finished the 1st chapter and I just need to rewrite and revise. It has 3k words, though. PM me if you have any suggestions for the plot, or quotes you think would fit the story and I'll insert them, somewhere :)

I will also be posting a Shatter Me fanfic entitled Ignite Me. Please read it when it comes out. Can I entrust you guys with that?

Oh and one questions: Can anyone tell me what do you do in a Community? And why do they put stories there?

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