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Prolouge
I lay in my bed, if you can even call it that, and I think. I stair up at the cracks in the ceilIng. I hear voices, nice voices, all around the dinning room table upstairs. emI could just go up there, a/em voice in my head tells me. emBut you would still be his child, and would have no where to go/em says a different, bitter but honest voice. I sign and sit up, looking at my bed, which is more like a nest. I live like an animal, beaten, touched, and starved. emJust hang in there one more week/em says an encouraging voice in my head. emYes,/em I hear my voice in my head, emthat's right Alana, only one more week with him, the you can pick. /emI can pick. I like this idea. In a week I will be picking my new faction. Staying here, in Abnegation the selfless faction, is not a choice. This leaves me with the choices of Candor, the honest, Erudite, the smart, Amity, the peaceful, and Dauntless, the brave. I hear the people above me talk about the different initiation stages for each faction, which helps with my disunion. I don't think I could go to Candor because in order to get in, you must take lie detector tests and go under the truth serum. There is no way I could do that, not with a whole faction listening to me. I would have to talk about him, I think with a shudder. Erudite is a simple no because I never went to school, I have been in this basement my whole life, therefor I wouldn't be smart enough. Amity could work, but after what I have been through, I don't think it is possible for me to keep any sort of peace. So this leaves me with Dauntless. The idea of being free and doing whatever I please sounds so appealing, but it is the hardest faction to get into. I here the front door open and people wishing each other good-bye, and then the door closes. I here him sigh with frustration and... maybe relief. "Stupid meetings..." I hear him mumble, "It should be my son taking leadership, not the Prior kid!" This is bad. When he is mad he is worse, a lot worse. And his son, oh yes his son. My brother that I never saw. My brother who doesn't even know I exist. Three years ago he transferred. I don't know to which faction or for what reason, but I can only guess that it was for the same reason that I will be leaving, because of him. He is coming down the stairs now. He has an evil look in his eyes. He has a belt in his hand. He is Marcus Eaton.