Hi guys! This is my 2nd Divergent fanfic. I hope you like it.

I'm not Veronica Roth. (If I was the films would actually resemble the books.. *sigh*) This is for fans of books who have read up to Allegiant.

Note: I may have exaggerated factionlessness a bit. Can't be sure what it's like as there's not a direct account from a faction less in the books.

"Caleb Prior."

He steps forward confidently - well of course, he and everyone else here know that he's the perfect Abnegation. The bowls are out in front of him, and I can feel the heat of the Dauntless fire from here. The fire that will soon sizzle my blood if I can find the bravery.

I am drawn back to the present by the intake of breath from the crowd, the splattering of his blood into the wat- water? My brother, made for Abnegation, Erudite?

He steps back, and I can feel him shaking. I want to tell him something, let him know what I'm going to do, that he was brave to do that like he did. But there's no time, because then it's my name being called, my future being decided.

"Beatrice Prior."

I take a deep breath and step towards the bowls. The stones, the fire, the water, the earth, the glass. Selflessness, bravery, intelligence, kindness, honesty. What do I value most?

The knife cuts into my palm and I barely notice the pain. Am I selfless? Am I brave?

My hand moves, and my blood sizzles on the coals. I am brave.

I can only hope I made the right choice.

Beatrice Prior's head shot up. Her breathing was fast, but gradually it slowed. The flashback again. The awful dream. She'd been so happy in that moment, but only days later... it all fell apart.

Trying not to sob, Beatrice looked around the old home she'd ended up in yesterday after another day factionless. This had been her life for weeks now but she still felt the pain of that day she'd been kicked out of initiation. No longer Dauntless- not that she had been in the first place. You never made it. Not selfless, not brave. What are you, Beatrice?

She'd given up the name Tris again after being kicked out. She couldn't handle having to think about the memories as that name would force her to. You idiot. You stupid, stupid idiot. Stop thinking! Get up! She chastised herself. Think. What did she need to do today?

Crawling out of her makeshift bed (a ragged blanket on the floor of one of the abandoned houses), Beatrice grabbed the bag she'd salvaged from someone's bin. Eew. But she was factionless now. This was her life. Those were her standards. And she had no food left except some apple pieces some random Abnegation had given her the other day. Thank God for the Abnegation.

What did you think? Did you like the idea? If you have any comments or constructive criticism, please review! It would make my day! ;)