I wrote some Shadowhunter fan fiction. Not Divergent related, but please give it a read!
“Matt! Behind you!” James shouted, drawing a seraph blade as he spoke.
Matt whirled around and found himself face to face with a demon. Quickly, he drove his sword into the demon’s chest. “What was that?” Matt asked.
“Raum demon,” James responded, as he beheaded another demon.
Matt retrieved his sword and looked over at the San Francisco Bay. “I think that was the last of them,” he said.
James did a quick scan of the bridge, and noticed a dark shape coming toward them. “Um…Matt…” He pointed at the approaching shadow. The two parabati exchanged a quick glance, then immediately jumped in opposite directions, surrounding the demon. Like with all parabati, the level of understanding between the two of them was so deep, one glance was all they needed to confirm battle plans. James drove a blade through the demon’s heart, turned around, and immediately collided with something, crashing to the ground. No, someone, James thought. He looked up, and saw a girl, lying on the ground beside him, looking confused.
“What was that?” she asked. “That - that thing you just killed!”
James stared at her, bewildered. This girl, he thought, this mundane shouldn’t be able to see him and Matt, let alone the demon they just killed.
“You can see them too. I know you can,” the girl continued, tugging on a strand of her wavy blonde hair that had fallen out of the pins holding it on top of her head.
"James? What's going on?" Matt called, walking over to see what was wrong. A look of confusion crossed his face when he saw the girl staring at James. Not that it was unusual for girls to stare at James. His jet black hair and dark brown eyes made him incredibly handsome, but this girl shouldn't be able to see him through the glamour.
"Who are you?" James asked, rather rudely.
"I'm Miss Emma West," the girl replied timidly.
"Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance, Miss West," said Matt, reaching out his hand to help her. "I'm Matthew Penhallow, and this is -"
"Matt!" James hissed, cutting him off.
"What?" Matt asked irritably.
"You can't just go around telling strange women our names! What are we going to do with her?" James had gotten up off the ground now, and was pointing at Emma.
"We'll have to bring her back to the Institute with us," Matt answered, matter of factly.
"What?" James asked, incredulously. "Are you insane? Bring a mundane into the Institute?"
"James, she's obviously no ordinary mundane. At the very least, she has the Sight. I think we should take her back to the Institute and let Sarah talk to her."
"Very well," James said, turning to Emma. "Come with me, Miss West."
"B-but I am expected back," Emma stammered.
"We have ways to take care of that. Don't worry," James reassured her, forcefully. "If you don't mind me asking, where is 'back'"?
"The San Francisco Orphanage," Emma admitted. "They told me my mother died in childbirth, and my father abandoned me. I don't remember him at all."
"Matt shot a meaningful look at James, but James, as usual, seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
"Well, Miss West, I assure you that you will be quite safe in our care until you leave the Institute," Matt tried to assuage the scared looking girl. "Sarah will serve you some tea and explain everything you just saw. Here we are at the Institute now."
Matt pointed to a large, gothic cathedral surrounded by patches of worn grass. WIthout hesitation, he walked up the steps, opened the large wooden door, and ushered the group inside.