A/N: This used to be a crackfic, but I actually had a good idea for it. My friend and I came up with it in art. This is probably going to be bad because I'm still in middle school. (Junior high. My friends made me clarify.) Some characters might be OOC, but I'll try to make sure that they're not. This fic actually stemmed from when I told my friend my account name (and how absolutely ridiculous it is) and she literally gave me the plot for a crackfic. As I've said before, this used to be a crackfic, but I changed it. Rated T because the Hunger Games and Dauntless initiation are not that kid-friendly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent or The Hunger Games because they are owned by different people and I'm only one person. Also, I'm in middle school! (junior high!)


Katniss's POV

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am sixteen years old. My home is District 12. I just volunteered for the 74th Hunger Games in place of my sister, Prim. I got on the train to the Capitol, fell asleep, and woke up in this place where I can only wear gray and I am not allowed to look in mirrors - not that it matters, because I can't find a mirror anywhere. I know that this can't be the Capitol because it is the exact opposite of it. Whenever I ask where I am, I am told that I am being selfish by asking something that I know the answer to because I am unnecessarily disturbing other people. I don't know why they think that I know where I am. The gray-clothed people are telling me that I need to take a test soon. They also keep calling me 'Beatrice'. My hair is not in the braided hairdo that my mother put it in, it is in a tight bun. I pulled a strand from it and it is blonde, like the hair of merchants. I'm even shorter than I remember, and I have light skin - also like the merchants. I have no idea where anybody that I know is, but there is a boy about my age in the next room. I heard him being called 'Caleb' once. I can't find weapons anywhere, so the safest thing for me to do is play along and pretend to be 'Beatrice,' whoever she may be, until I can get out of this place. It might just be a dream, after all.


Beatrice's POV

My name is Beatrice Prior. I am sixteen years old. My home is Abnegation. I just left my house to take the aptitude test, which determines which of the five factions I belong in. I swallowed the serum from the Dauntless woman, Tori, and now I am on a train in a foreign land. The people around me are dressed oddly, wearing clothing that belongs to no faction. I have olive skin and black hair in an elaborate braided hairdo, even though just a few minutes before I had light skin and blonde hair in a tight bun. The woman nearby me is wearing a brightly colored wig, more makeup than I knew existed, and again, clothes belonging to no faction. The man nearby has olive skin, gray eyes, black hair, and reeks of alcohol. The boy nearby me won't stop staring at me. He has light skin, - like mine used to be - blond curly hair, and blue eyes. He looks worried. The people called me Katniss - an odd name. I am wearing an Erudite blue dress. I'm confused - why would I be wearing Erudite colors? - but clothing is the least of my worries. The man and the boy - I think the man called him 'Peter' - are talking about something, and I keep hearing the words 'die', 'death', and 'killed'. My instincts tell me to play along, so I'll pretend to be this 'Katniss' until I can leave this place. It might just be my aptitude test, after all.


A/N: So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Find it the absolutely ridiculous work of a imbecilic child? Tell me! I really don't care if it's all hate, I'm making more chapters anyway! Just review, please, I want to know what people think. And, don't worry, the chapters will be longer, this was just a little prologue. Thanks! Next chapter will hopefully be up soon! Bye!

-IVolunteerAsDauntless