Soo, this is my newest story. The other three are on hiatus. Appologies to anyone who's reading them...
This is a Divergent story. Its about my two OC's, Rosseta Luck and Hana Broke.
Disclaimer: I Don't own anything but the plot, my OC's. If I did own it, well Tris wouldn't die. :'(
As a a note... Lets all pretend Tris didn't die m'kay? 'Cause I hate writing about her being dead and Four not getting over it. But Eric is dead and Will is the new dauntless leader. :) Cheers.
~MM.
Hana's POV:
Ever since I was young I remember watching them run, free, laughing and joking amoung themselves. I dreamed about jumping with them. Protecting the factions. Of course, it wouldn't do. I was a high and mighty Candor, seeking the truth and justice lawfully. Not through violence.
Hana Broke stared blandly at the mirror infront of her. Her soft blond curls forming a loose mane around her shoulders. It wasn't hard to maintain, unless she wanted it tied up, which rarely happened. 'I feel stupid.' Hana thought. She survayed her clothes, an off white pencil skirt with two black pannels on either side and a matching jacket with a freshly pressed white blouse underneath. She felt far too dressed up for the occasion.
A knock on the door announced her mother, wearing a similar outfit, but with her light blond locks falling flat down her back. "You ready? Carmille is already sitting down stairs.
Carmille, Hana's twin, older by exactly two minutes. She was the least Candor like person you'd ever meet, to busy trying to make others happy to tell the truth. She was dead set on being a Abnigation, no matter what her Apptitude test told her. Hana shrugged, neither lying or telling the flat out truth. She was ready, to a certain extent, but she also wasn't.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs Hana could see Carmille, her outfit a knee length white dress covered with black dots. She was, like Hana, wearing black shoes, only her's were heels. Hana's were flats. "C'mon dear sister, we're off!" Carmille laughed, offering her right arm the older girl, who had brown streaks running through her hair, practically dragged her younger sister out of the house.
"So Hana, you ready?"
"Yeah." Hana lied, Carmille raised an eyebrow, but didn't press. "You?" Hana quickly questioned, turning the subject from her own being.
"Yeah." It was true. Carmille had been ready since she was born. Ready to be selfless.
Twenty minutes ticked by, then fourty. Then the train speed by and Hana twisted around eagerly to see the dauntless jumping off and running. Awesome! The Candor girl thought, her eyes growing wide to see the array of coloured hair and pierced faces, the laughing children. IT was a stark contrast to the brooding looks of the Eruidite or the singing voices of Amity, the quietness of the Abniegation or the constant debating going through her own faction. Carmille was smiling at the Abniegation, and Hana was staring in awe at the Dauntless.
She didn't see another girl, doing the same.
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Rosetta's POV:
Dressed in a floor length pale yellow skirt and a long bright red tunic top I stared, my shining green eyes tracking their every move. The Dauntless's.
Rosetta Luck twirled a strand of mouse brown hair around a lightly tanned finger, she hardly blinked, that would have taken away from her watching. 'So COOL!' the brunette thought, it'd never have done to be in awe of the faction possibly most different from her own. She kept her mouth moving, uttering the words to the clapping game she was partaking in, though she didn't hear much of it. 'singing and clapping. I could be doing better things.' Rosetta thought, again, the words didn't leave her mouth. Instead some gibberish like song did.
It seemed like hours passed before 'Rosetta Luck- Amity'" Was called out for her to take the Apptitude test. The test that would tell her where she belonged. Trying not to leap and run towards the Abniegation volunteer Rosetta crossed the floor and followed her into the room.
"I'm Karana Harper. Please, take a seat." The woman didn't look towards the mirror's covering the walls. Rosetta did, and she saw her own face, and messy hair. Nothing special, not to her anyways. Rossetta was short, not thin, but not overweight, and lightly tanned. Her emerald eyes were something to behold apparently, though they were shaddowed by her long dark lashes and straight brown hair that fell ungracefully over her right eye in a sweeping fashion.
Upon being handed a shot glass filled with blue liquid after having strange wires attached to her face Rosetta was told to drink. No explanation offered just. 'Drink.'
"Why? What will it do to me?" Rosetta asked, eyeing the drink.
"Nothing. Just drink it." Karana replied.
Rosetta smelt it, and wrinkled her nose. "Smells gross."
Karana sighed. "Bottoms up." And Rosetta downed it, squishing her face up as she did so, blacking out.
Rosetta woke up in the room, standing, and everything was gone. Everything but the mirror. "Whats going on?" Rosetta questioned, furrowing her brow. Two bowls appeared, one holding a knife, one holding a hunk of cheese.
"CHOSE" A voice boomed.
"What? Between food and an utensil?" Rosetta barked a short laugh.
"CHOSE" The voice pressed.
"What if I refuse?" Rosetta asked.
"CHOSE!" The voice pressed for a third time.
Rosetta sighed, picking up the knife and turning. A snarling dog was creeping towards her, it's mouth frothing, a loud bark echoing in the small space. For a moment Rosetta wondered what would have happened if she'd taken the bread. Stop it Rosetta! Now is NOT the time. she scolded herself. Rosetta stopped in shock of seeing the dog, which leapt at her face. Instictivly Rosetta dropped her knees, her arms were above her head for some reason and the knife was driven straight into the dogs chest. It dropped. Dead.
Another snarling came from behind the brown haired girl, another dog. No, the same one. 'How many times do I have to kill the dog for it to stay dead?' Rosetta wondered, searching for the knife. It'd gone. Damnit. A girl screamed. The girl was no older than perhaps seven, and the dog was much bigger. The dog barked, over and over, like a broken record, and Rosetta raced at the dog, knocking it to the side and clamping it's mouth shut, pressed against the ground. "No." She growled, staring into its eyes. The dog looked away first. Rosetta released it.
The scene changed. Rosetta stood on a bus, a Candor man came on, and stood opposite her. "Do you know this man?"
"No." Rosetta stared at the picture held before her face. "Never seen him."
"You're lying!" The man cried out.
Rosetta shrugged. "I'm not lying. I haven't seen that man before."
"If you do know him, you could help save me!" The man told her.
"Well I don't know him." Rosetta retorted loudly. "Stop harassing me!" Rosetta jolted up, awake.
"What was-"
"That was your Aptitude test." Karana smiled. "Don't worry about the last one, only Candor ever tell the truth the first time."
"What were my results?"
"Very strange for an Amity." Karana replied, which really didn't answer the question. She turned around, typed something in, and turned back. "Dauntless."
Rosetta's mouth dropped open. "You didn't score Amity at all. It was the first one to be eliminated." Karana explained.
"Uh. Thanks." Rosetta smiled, "Thanks." And turned, she stopped herself from bolting out, but on the way home, she was silent. She was the opposite of the way she'd been raised? How? At least her desision was easy enough...
Hana's POV:
"Hana Broke- Candor."
Standing, and following her sister to the testing rooms, Hana chewed her lip nervously, stepping into Room Six she saw an Abnigation man standing there, clad fully in grey, and eyed him. He looked nice enough, and not like some creep or a serial killer, which put Hana at ease.
"Hi. I'm Robert Grass-" Hana bit back a laugh. "And I'll be putting you through your aptitude test. Please, take a seat." Robert met her eyes, but didn't meet the mirror's. Well, if the mirror had eyes he wouldn't be looking into them.
"Why don't you Abnigations look into mirrors?" Hana asked, perching in the chair, Robert started pressing wires onto her head before answering.
"No." Robert shook his head, handing her a blue liquid. "We don't believe in vanity. Drink."
"Drink?"
"Drink." Robert nodded. Hana shrugged and drained the glass, handing it back before she blacked out.
Hana awoke back in the room, the equipment and chair were gone, but Hana was sitting on the floor. Why was she sitting on the floor? Hurridly Hana stood and brushed her skirt off. "Chose." A voice called, two bowls, one with cheese in it, the other with a knife. Hana picked up the knife, it seemed more useful to her than a block of yellowed swiss.
A snarl came from behind her. A dog. Hana spun and dropped the knife, not really the reaction meant, but she dropped to her knees and stared at the ground. Hoping she wouldn't die. Hana's fingers clasped the knife again and the dog charged. Hana moved out of the way and brought her left foot up, kicking the dog in the chest and knocking it over, she scrambled to her feet, not having time to think and avoided looking into it's eyes.
The dog got up, but its attention wasn't focused on her, it was focused to her left. A small girl, perhaps seven, stood there, quivering. "OI!" Hana shouted as the dog barked and started to run. She tried to chase it, then gave up and just threw the knife, which caught the dog's back leg, slowing it, and turning its attention. Hana moved forward, and picked up the knife before looking away and shutting her eyes, and plunging the knife into the dog. Or what she thought was the dog.
The scene had changed and she was standing on a bus. A man from her own faction, Candor, stood and pointed at a man in a photograph. "Do you know this man?" Hana studied the photo, she thought she did, but she couldn't quite remember.
Slowly, carefully, Hana replied. "I- I am not sure. He looks familiar."
"You could help me if you do! It could save my life!" Hana felt as though she could be harmed if she did tell him she knew, so she shrugged instead.
"I- I am sorry that I could not help you Sir. But I don't think I do know the man."
"You lie!"
"I don't." Hana replied smoothly, staring at the tall man. "I don't think I do know who he is."
"You do!" The man cried. "If you were a true Candor you'd tell the truth!"
"I- I" Am I Candor? Hawk wondered. Ducker her head Hawk responded, "I.. I know him." With a shaky breath Hawk awoke with a Jolt. Robert's face was panicked.
"What were my results? Whats wrong?" Hana asked.
"Y-your results. They were inconclusive." Robert lowered his voice, as he helped her out of the chair. "You're divergent."
"What were my results then? What do I tell people?"
"Candor and Dauntless." Robert told her. "I manually put in that you were Candor. Thats what you tell people O.K?"
"Okay." Hana agreed wairly, she knew very little of these 'Divergents'.
Leaving the testing room Hana spied her sister, waving her arms wildly through the air. "Carmille!" Hana shouted, "CARMILLE!"
"Hana!" Carmille responded, turning and sending a one-handed wave to her friends over her shoulder. "What did you get?"
Hana lifted her left eyebrow. "You first."
"Its-" Camille started, smiling gently.
"Against rules? Exactly. And rules are rules-" Hana interupted
"and must be obeyed." Carmille finished, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "I know, c'mon. Mom and Dad will have dinner ready at home!" The two girls linked arms and set off like giggly school-girls fawning over the cutest Candoran boy they saw much to the amusement of older passer-bys.
Reaching their house the sisters burst through the door, chatting away about the latest school gossip.
"Girls, wash up. And you weren't like this the whole way home were you?" Carole called from the kitchen doorway, a dish towel in her hands. The girl's guilty faces earned a light chuckle from their mother. "Go wash up. Your father will be home soon-"
"I'm home! I'm home! Where are my beautiful girls?" Hammond Broke called merrily from the front door.
"Speak of the devil, making a ruckus in my house." Carole rolled her eyes, but was laughing all the same.
"DAD!" Hana and Carmille shouted, racing down the hall to hug their father.
"HANA! CARMILLE!" Hammond replied, spinning the two around, one at a time.
"Girls! Go wash up! Quickly now!" Carole shooed the girls off before kissing Hammond, earning 'EwEWEWIE!' from their daughters, who promptly raced off.
Dinner passed quickly, with much chatter about the daily going ons, how the Aptitude tests weren't as scary as they seemed, and about the dreaded Choosing Ceremony that would take place in the morning. The three other Broke children, Casey, Thom and Mark, who'd all chosen Candor at their respective times, would be there to see their younger siblings chose. Incredibly scary.
Carmille crept into her sister's room, "What are you chosing tomorrow?"
Hana shrugged, tugging a large shirt over her head. "I'm not sure." It wasn't a whole lie, but it wasn't the truth. "You?"
A soft grunt came and Hana turned around, Carmille was leaning on the wall shrugging.
"You're leaving Candor aren't you?" Hana murmured.
"Is it that much of a surprise?" Carmille responded, holding her arms out for a hug, which Hana gladly accepted. "You know I'll miss you Hana."
"I know..." Hana whispered, wrapping her arms tight around her twin. "We've never been apart. Not really."
"I know. It'll be hard. But... but we'll get used to it. We'll see each other in the streets right? We can still talk. Thats not wrong, but..." Carmille managed, choking back tears.
"It won't be the same." Hana finished, pulling away. "I understand Carmille. I know you'll be better off..."
Carmille smiled. "Make me proud." She whispered.
"Same back." Hana knew it made no sense, but she hardly cared.
So. Tell me what you think. Sorry about any spelling errors. I've tried going through and correcting them, same with Grammar, how ever I'm not perfect. Hope you understand. :)
Thanks.
-MM