Title- Kill Me Now, or Forever Hold Your Peace
Summary- One girl can change everything, for better or worse, that depends on the eye of the beholder. Her life, or lives, have been hectic as hell, and she plans on keeping it that way. She's gone through everything, the Civil War, been there, done that. Rise and fall of the Roman Empire, walk in the park. Nearly blow up the Louvre while stealing important documents, now that is a story you have to hear. But when she is sent to bring down the corrupt faction of Erudite geniuses, she has no idea what she is getting herself into.
Rating- T, cause it's Dauntless.
Dedication- written for Chucklez-Lives-On, who showed the me that Death is inanimate, Laughter is for everyone, and Cherry Chapstick shall rule the world.
Disclaimer- If I owned the Divergent Trilogy, I wouldn't be fangirling over the fact that Allegiant comes out in a month and a half.
Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, and what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, and every piece you finish.
John Jakes
There is one mirror in the house, behind a sliding panel in the upstairs hallway. Strange, but everything here is different. I can't complain though. Home wasn't any better.
They separate people into factions, here, groups of people who follow one belief. I'm in Abnegation, because of my fatal flaws, selflessness and loyalty.
At home, they were considered deadly
Sitting on a stool, my supposed mother cuts my hair, a ring of fake blonde hair forming beneath me. Sam won't be happy.
Another headache-by-Sam's yelling, perfect.
Finishing, she pulls my hair up into a twist and knot. I note how calm she is. She is truly skilled in the art of pure selflessness. I wish I could relate.
I sneak a glance at my reflection. I am truly not myself. Dull blonde replaces my deep brown hair, baby blue replaces the vibrant colors my eyes once held, the various scars I had obtained over the years invisible. I look young and innocent, the complete opposite of what I truly am.
By looks, I am no older then 16. My life has gone on so much longer.
I look down as she finishes pinning back my hair. "So, today is the day," she says quietly.
"Yeah, I guess it is." I reply.
"Are you nervous?"
I stare at my fake reflection. Today is the day of the aptitude testing, which will show me which faction they think I should be in. An tomorrow, the Choosing Ceremony, were I decide to leave Abnegation for another faction, or stay in the place where I wasn't truly born. That place, is far from here.
I most definitly am.
