Divergent Week: My Fan Fiction!

So... I'm being brave and posting up some fan fiction. *takes deep breath*

I'll warn you now, I have been said to have an unusual writing style so... just don't expect too much, okay?! I'm doing this because I really want to contribute and earn my faction some points... it may have been quite fun to do as well. ;3 I'll leave a linky at the bottom of this post so all you other initiates can share the links to your own Divergent fan fiction too! :D

DISCLAIMER: These characters and setting and stuffness do not belong to me, I didn't come up with any of them, the wonderful, talented Veronica Roth did! ALSO, my fan fiction does reveal a minor event in the book, so if you haven't read it and want to go into it knowing absolutely nothing, maybe don't read on. ;P

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She looked so weak, so small, like if you were to brush against her, even if just for a second, she’d crumple to the ground like a scrunched up paper bag.

            I was standing to her left. Two metres or so of gravel separating us. She wasn’t remarkable looking in any way; her ordinary, blonde hair was pulled back, wispy, dull blonde strands framing her ordinary face.

            It had been surprising to a lot of people – me included - when she’d chose Dauntless. She didn’t hold herself with assurance and purpose, nor did she give off an air of defiance. She was too fragile, too bland, too Stiff. The only thing that made you question her façade were her eyes. They were curious, holding a spark of something that had not yet found its way to burn.

            Maybe she’d find what she was searching for in Dauntless. I doubted it though.

            Until she stepped forward.

            I wasn’t expecting it, neither was Peter. He barely repressed a growl. He lived for the weak, the spirits he could toy with until they finally snapped, shattering like sugar glass around his feet. I had spent most of my childhood hiding from him, acting like I was his loyal slave so he wouldn’t hurt me. He had a strange power over me, one that refused to grant an escape route. I was a coward. But Dauntless would change that. They would make me strong. They would make me worthy.

            She walked up to the edge, her movements controlled, her face devoid of any fear. The spark was already igniting.

            Peter cracked a joke, already trying to assert his dominance, his superiority. There were a few sniggers, mainly from Molly and Drew. For her sake, I hoped he’d get bored quickly, focus in on some other poor, precarious soul and grant her a reprieve.

            She unclasped her loose-fitting shirt and threw it in his direction. It hit him directly in the centre of his chest.

            His eyes locked in on her, his jaw clenching.

            Turning back around, she planted both legs beside one another and bent her knees. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. She jumped.

            All of us ran to the edge and watched as her small frame disappeared into the black hole. I don’t know what we expected. A loud thunk as her body hit solid ground? A scream? Nothing.

            “Who’s next?”

            Christina stepped forward and, after two exasperated breaths, jumped.

            I watched as all the other initiates clambered up to the ledge, one after the other, and disappeared, then:

            “You. Al, is it? Move."

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*hides face* WHO'S EXCITED FOR THE UK RELEASE OF DIVERGENT TOMORROW?!


Happy Reading,
Rachel xoxo

PS: Linky will be coming shortly!