For those who have read my FNaF story Bonnie and Angel, the Angel in this story is the same Angel from Bonnie and Angel, the same foul-mouthed-pain-in-the-ass Angel. Just to make things clear. First Divergent fanfic.
[Angel's POV]
Aptitude testing. Joy. It isn't really testing if you already know which faction you'll get.
Entering the room that decided my future, I saw the chair, the computer, the wires. And my tester.
"Finally, a different faction," she stated, typing at the computer.
"Testing stiffs all day?" I asked.
"Mmhmm" she muttered, still typing at the computer. Then she looked at me.
"I suppose you saw them leave," I nodded in response.
"I'm Tori, I'll be administering your test. Sit," she said, pointing to the chair. I did so. She placed wires to my temples, then handed me a shot glass that contained a blue liquid.
"What is this?" I asked, peering at the glass.
"Bottoms up," I shrugged, and tipping my head back, drank the liquid. It was tasteless, and slid down my throat like water. Yet it smelled like, I wanted to say, a choice. If that was even possible.
"I'll be able to see the simulations from your mind on the screen. You'll be offered a series of choices, and those choices will determine which faction you will go to," So you can see what's happening in my head. Good, good.
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I wasn't in the testing room.
I was in a cafeteria, the one I ate at everyday at school. In front of me were two bowls: one with a steak, the other with a knife. I looked back and forth between the two bowls, when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see myself seated on the other side of the table.
"Choose," the other me said. Her hands were folded in front of her, and she had this look on her face, like she knew what was going to happen, as if she had seen it many times, and was bored of watching it over, and over.
"What will happen?" I asked, curious.
"Choose," she said again. I looked back at the knife and steak, and grabbed the knife, turning it over in my hands.
"What will I do with-" I started, and looked up to see that the other me was gone. I heard a bark behind me.
Whipping my head around, I looked to see a ferocious dog, a Rottweiler, behind me, snapping it's jaws and barking in my direction. I looked at the knife, and back to the dog. I swallowed.
The dog lunged at me.
I didn't want to hurt this animal, so I threw the knife to the side, and got down on my knees, waiting for the dog to stop in front of me, as I knew it would.
I looked up at the sound of whimpering, and a warm tongue licking my face, followed by bad breath. Laughing, I rubbed his head, and scratched him behind the ears.
"Puppy," I looked toward the sound of the voice, and saw a little girl, a younger version of myself I realized, standing a little ways away. Reaching her arms toward the dog, she had this huge smile on her face.
I looked back towards the dog, which was now baring it's teeth and growling, turned towards the little girl. My breath caught when he lunged for her.
My instincts kicking in, I ran to the dog, and planted myself in front of it. The dog was surprised, and tried to move around me, but I moved with it, and started growling. The growl came natural to me, as easy as breathing. The dog bowed it's head, whimpering, as it scampered out of the cafeteria.
I shot up in my chair, my breathing now labored. Tori looked at me, a look of disbelief etched into her face.
"Get up. We're going out the back door," she said, pulling me out of the chair.
"Wait, what was my result? Did I have a result?" I asked.
"Yes. You had one result, which was Dauntless, but the way you acted in the simulation marked you as Divergent," I sighed. I didn't expect it to show up like this.
"You are going to tell your family that the serum made you sick, and that I sent you home early. I tampered with the recording of the simulation to make look like Dauntless," She started towards the back door, but then stopped.
"I mean this in the nicest way, but I don't know what you are. Your results are something that I have never seen before," I smiled.
"That's okay. I already know what I am. I just didn't expect it to turn up like this," I chuckled.
"Don't, trust, anyone. Now lets go before a supervisor comes," she said as we strode to the back door.
As I walked home, I could already tell that hiding was going to suck.
And if I was caught, running was going to be a bitch.