Halo my lovelies! This is my second fanatic fanfic. So be just as nice as you were to my first one. To those who keep bugging the hell out of my PM, YES, Yes, AND YES! This is a freaking Romance as well as Sci-Fi and Suspense. But you can't really have a suspense without creepy music giving you goosebumps, can you? So here we go! Let me get into my 'serious' suit, and Roll this Rock.

For those who would like to see a quick map of the city, go to my profile and down to my stories. You'll find the map title there. Then click that, and then click the book cover. :)


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Prologue


My name is Eris Arckenson. The world is broken. We're all broken. But we're being mended.

But my story doesn't start here. It start's ten year's ago. At the time I was 18, and as you continue reading, I will be 18 again.

I think about everything now. The clue's were all around us. And we didn't even see them.

Genetics. Brain Mutations. Formation. Personality.

Blood.

This is what separated them. Not just now. Or today. But for a thousand years. The system, the way they work, it's complicated. There are factions. Multiple of them, and as you can probably guess, each personality fits in one. The Abnegation, the Dauntless, the Erudite, the Amity, the Candor, and the infected. My opinion, the clueless, the idiots, the weirdo's, the lunatics, the callous, and well, the infected are still the infected.

The city is basically a bunch of circles inside one big one. Four Connecting circle's within one layer of fences. Beyond that is the Amity. And beyond that is the wall that separates us from the outside world.

The biggest faction is Amity, circling all the other faction's, but most inhabit outside of the exit of the fence. Partially because they never complain, that's why they're farmers.

The Candor, are in the fence, along with all the rest of the faction's. The live at the bottom of the city. I have no idea how they got the job with the court system, but, they got it. Somehow.

The Erudite, are next. They like to keep a certain amount of space between each division, so they can study movements.

The Dauntless live to the left of the fence, exit, on the far left of the Y. But their outposts are all over the city, so, basically they're the only ones who have vehicles, other than sometimes the Amity, and Erudite.

And right in the middle lives my district. The Abnegation. We're the only ones who have routes around the entire safe post. We help with delivery of food, supplies, to every division.

Except the Infected. This group of deformed homo sapiens, are hidden from society. More like their existence. Only former outsider's know the truth about them. To the commoner's, they don't even exist. Only the few captured are imprisoned in Erudite Headquarters. In most likely the closed off area of Erudite.

So then there's the east wing.

With city map's, that's the name of it. But the only place in Erudite where it's not described.

No regular citizen knows what goes on in that wing of the division, but what anyone could guess, if anyone was in here, from the outside world who still remembered, who was still allowed to hold the truth, they'd say that that's where the captured infected are studied, and killed.

Nobody tries to find a cure.

Nobody tries to heal or help them.

They're left alone in the overwhelming insanity that drives them to be thing's beyond cannibal's, madmen, and monster's.

But, if a secret is stolen or hidden, it's better left that way, if it kill's.

Our city was a community of people who were still alive. Who had been breaded, you might say, to create a community of healthy people. Who weren't infected. Yet.

So, each child is given a test when their ten years of age, to determine they're future division. If they fail, they have to choose a division to switch to at 16. If they pass, they choose at 18. People, who pass, have a better chance of choosing their origin division. And it's all for the being of the ancestor's healthy little world.

Everyone I knew passed. They belonged there. They knew the system, it was normal to them. They were born there. They were raised there. Their family members were in that division for generations.

Not me.

I wasn't born there. I wasn't raised there.

I was in the care of guardians I met when I was 8.

I had been "installed" false memories, feelings, and personalities. Since I was most likely the first survivor, to my knowledge, the Erudite probably weren't skilled enough to have known everything about our life style, so they didn't bother to check three times if I still remembered anything that could tear them down, piece by piece.

But after everything that happened to me, I was the lucky one. I was still the survivor. Out of my passed family of four, I was the youngest one. I should have died. But I survived. Because each one of them brought me a distance further to safety, until I was the last one of them alive. My brother, Josiah, was the last one who died. He told me run, and not to stop until I got there. Here. This City. This so called safe haven.

There were 14 other kids who made it with me. But I watched them die at the city gates. I watched them turn into the monsters I had been running from my entire life, and that's when I gave up. And for those moment's, I lost hope. I was bitten, the gates opened, shots were fired, I was carried in. Then the dark came. I was in Erudite Headquarters for seven entire months until I had been healed. Until I had learned everything all over again. I spent my eighth birthday in that place. But it was the first one where I could actually take it all in. That I had gotten a year older. And then my memory of the Erudite who had supposedly saved my life, had been wiped away once more. And I could only remember a faceless woman with blonde hair who helped me through that hell.

I was given a mark. On my left wrist I was given a tattoo of a few hundred number's. Only going down a few inches, but it was definitely noticeable. I never knew what they meant, but I would imagine as a kid that it stood for some great achievement that I had made. On my right wrist, I had a mark that labeled me as an Outsider. It looked like a black rhombus with curled horn's, but for some reason, I liked it. But I knew what it meant. So I had to hide it.

(Sorry for interrupting, but for some TMI fan's, that is the ShadowHunter sign. This mean's nothing. It's just my label for Celestine, that she's imm- NOT TELLING YOU. That's for book's later, but just giving you a clue to help visualize.)

I was placed in the Abnegation division. My Guardians, Andrew and Natalie Prior, had a son who was a few months older than me, and a newborn daughter. After my fits in Erudite HQ, I cut my crap, and stayed in the Abnegation Division for the next two years. I surprisingly passed the test, and lived there for the next 8 years.

I felt safe. Nobody knew I still remembered everything. I didn't even know I still remembered. I still had dream's, where I would wake up screaming, so my parent's definitely noticed things, until they asked me. I told them the truth. And it was kept in the family, and I would be safe. Forever.

Everything seemed fine.

Until 2 day's before Choosing Day came.

And that morning, I could feel everything was falling apart.

And for everyone who made it with me...

This is our story.


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So, I'm getting like a hundred view's everyday, so why don't you review!? Ahem, sorry. Luv ya!


(I Dare You To Read My Note. I DARE YOU.)

Also, I know this prologue sound's a little creepy or stiff (Haha! Cheesy Pun, but still!) but seriously, it doesn't sound like it will be funny or anything, but TRUST ME! IT IS! Just give it a chance, and you'll be begging for more. I think.

LUV YA INSURGENTS!

~TheDashWriter