Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. University and life in general has kept me extremely busy, and I appreciate your patience and comments. I promise you all that no matter what this story WILL be completed, and I created a story plan so everything is going in a smooth direction. I started writing the next chapter so expect another update soon! -Emily

Chapter Six

When Beatrice finally arrived to the Dauntless compound, it was difficult for her to jump onto the roof. When she was landing, she wasn't close enough to the roof and she needed to grab on to the ledge. When she finally pulled herself up, her heart was pounding so fast she thought it was going to fly out of her chest. When she got up, she felt more and more nervous as she walked to the ledge where she jumped from fifteen years earlier. Right before I met Tobias... she started to think, and pushed her thoughts away. It wasn't the right time to get emotional.

She stepped on the ledge, and without thinking, jumped into the air and fell down to the net. She tried hard not to scream, as the net closed in around her tiny body. After she was sprung up into the air, she got a hold of her balance and tried to get out of the net. When she got a hold of the edge, she grabbed onto it and tried to pull herself out.

Then, an image popped into her mind.

His hand, reaching for hers.

This is where they first met. This is where their love story began.

Unfortunately, it was a love story that was cut too short.

Beatrice felt tears running down her cheeks, and then she started to sob. Almost fifteen years have gone by, but the pain has never gone away. Being back in the Dauntless compound isn't much help, either. They made a lot of memories here. Some were bad, and others- like their first kiss- were some of the greatest moments that she spent in this place. This could have been their home. Taylor could have been born and raised here, in his apartment.

They could have been happy... but the war tore them apart.

She laid in the net and cried, until two Dauntless soldiers came.

This wasn't the plan... she thought. She was supposed to be sneaking her way to the initiates dorm, not sobbing in the middle of a net.

She could feel herself being pulled out of the net, and she was harshly set on the ground.

"What are you doing down here, Erudite?"

Beatrice tried to compose herself, but more sobs came out of her mouth. Then, one of the soldiers pulled out his gun.

"Don't make me ask you again. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"My-my-daughter," she choked out. "I c-came to get my daughter."

"Is she an initiate?" the soldier without the gun asked her.

Beatrice nodded, and wiped her tears away.

"I want to see her. It's really important."

"No Erudite, sorry but you can't see your daughter until visitation day. You aren't allowed down here-,"

"I don't care. I need to see her, she may be in danger-,"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but I can't let you see your daughter until Visitation Day. Rules are rules-,"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING RULES. I WANT TO SEE MY DAUGHTER!"

"ENOUGH!" she turned around, and she couldn't believe who she was looking at. She didn't recognize him at first, because of the one eye and bald head. But she could never forget his antagonizing face.

Peter.

"Oh my god..." Beatrice whispered.

Peter whistled. "Wow... I didn't realize that the woman I was about to handcuff was a hottie."

Beatrice's eyebrows raised. She never thought that Peter wouldn't recognize her, let alone call her a 'hottie'.

He firmly grabbed one of her arms, and roughly turned her around.

He swiftly handcuffed her, and he shoved her forward.

Beatrice felt so broken that she didn't fight him off. The tears just kept flooding down her pale cheeks.

Then, Peter's phone wrung and he answered it.

"What now Christina I'm detaining an Erudite chick right now."

"She wouldn't happen to have dark hair and blue eyes, would she?" said Christina, and Peter looked at Beatrice.

He made a face.

"Yeah, why?"

"She's one of us. Get her out of there and bring her to the meeting we are having right now. Hurry."

Peter groaned, and hung up his phone.

"Well, I guess you're coming with me." he told her, and he took something out his pocket.

They were sunglasses.

"Put these on."

"Why?"

"These will block your vision. I don't want your curious Erudite eyes looking around our compound."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, and put the glasses on.

As they were walking down the hall, Beatrice asked the question that has been no her mind ever since she saw him again. "What happened to your eye?"

"Some son of a b**** put a butter knife in it. Do you have any more questions?"

"Nope, that's all what I wanted to know." she replied, trying not to laugh.

Then, Beatrice could hear running footsteps coming towards them.

Little did she know, they were Four's.

"Speak of the devil," Peter muttered to himself.

"I need to talk to you," said Four. He looked at Beatrice.

"Who's she?"

"None of your concern, jackass."

"I'm one of your leaders, Peter. Don't you dare talk to me that way."

Beatrice wished she could take the glasses off. She could recognize the voice, but she couldn't figure out who's it was.

"In your dreams, psychopath."

"Well, look who's talking! If it weren't for you, my girlfriend would still be alive-,"

"Oh, for the love of Dauntless. It's been almost fifteen years, give it a rest already!"

Four was silent.

"Where are you taking her?"

"Back to Erudite."

"Fine."

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Later, when we don't have an Erudite member amongst us."

Then, he left.

"What an ass. He stabbed me in the eye, I mean who does that?"

You, Beatrice thought to herself.

About 30 minutes later, Beatrice was being taken out of a car. Peter took her glasses off, and he led her to Christina's apartment where Christina and two other people were gathered around her table. She looked relieved when she saw them walk in.

"Beatrice, Peter! Thank goodness. Everyone this is Beatrice Mason, our newest member. Beatrice this is Eliza and Jane, our spies in Abnegation and Candor."

Beatrice shook their hands before sitting down. She was boiling. Nothing went according to plan. She didn't get her daughter back. What a day this turned out to be.

"So, I guess we will start the meeting." Christina said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Where is Fo-," "He couldn't make it," Christina interrupted Eliza, quickly.

"So, an Amity-Dauntless transfer was murdered yesterday. We think that she is Divergent. If our suspicions our correct, they aren't just kidnapping the Divergents anymore. They are murdering them as well."

"Where do you think they took the missing divergents?" Beatrice asked.

"Probably somewhere underground," said Peter.

Why is he even here? Beatrice thought.

As they continued talking, Beatrice's mind drifted off. She knew she had to get her daughter out of Dauntless, no matter how many times she had to try.

The next day

It was the first day of training. Although Taylor was nervous, after spending a whole day in the dormitory with her fellow initiates she was excited to get back out in the real world. She was still angry at George, but she knew it would be best to ignore him. After a 12 weeks she'll never have to deal with him again. After breakfast, Four and Jace led them to a training room. After he and Jace gave them a few physical demonstrations, it was time to practice them. Unfortunately, Taylor was paired up with Jackson. Although Jackson was smaller than the average sixteen year old boy, he was still a boy who was stronger than her.

Four approached them. "Ok, whoever puts their opponent on the ground first wins. Good luck,"

He quickly put his hand on Taylor's shoulder before joining the others.

She then took a deep breath, and looked into Jackson's eyes. In a swift movement, he wrapped an arm around her non-existent hips and he lifted her up. She tried to fight him, but then he slammed her small body into the ground.

She groaned, and closed her eyes.

"That was easy," Jackson said, getting a few laughs from the crowd.

"You're not going to last little girl," teased George.

Then, Taylor got up and slowly walked towards him.

"Well I guess I'll have to prove you wrong then."

He just laughed.

"What, you don't think you can be beat up by a little girl?" she said, getting a few gasps and laughs from the crowd.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Nope," he said and he walked away.

Taylor stood frozen into place. It was going to be a long twelve weeks.

Psst... here is a spoiler for the next chapter! It's going to be Visitation Day and Tris is going to come... Four is going to be there... review?