Summary: Aurora Eaton wanted out. After years of abuse, she runs to the only place she has ever felt safe: at the side of her brother, Tobias. First she must survive initiation of Dauntless. What happens when she catches the eye of our youngest, most brutal leader? Follow as she fights her growing feeling, while she and Four struggle to hide her divergence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, just my OCs.

Chapter 1

Two days. Just tow more days and I'll never see the inside of this closet again. I'll never have to hide while nursing a fresh set of bruises. I'll never have to see his face again. I'll take The Test tomorrow and despite what the results are, I'll choose Dauntless. I'll choose to lean how to be strong. I'll choose to be with Tobias.

Things had always been bad, especially for me. I looked too much like her, acted too much like her. The splitting image of my mother. Self-less as ever –Abnegation. Loving and forgiving with a splash of freedom, rounded off with softness –courtesy her Amity upbringing. He had tried to beat her out of me, Tobias stepping in all too often to take the heat off me. It got worse when he left. Marcus, never Dad, had been furious when he had chosen Dauntless. His temper flaring after realizing he could not directly punish him for his absolute disregard of his orders to stay. I remember the intense, apologetic look as his eyes held mine and his blood dripped over hot coals. He felt bad, guilty, sad, and happy all at the same time. He was happy to finally be free. Sad, because without two targets, I would take more hits now than ever before. I admit I had been terrified that day. I knew what was waiting for me once we returned home. I pushed the fear down, hidden behind my genuine smile I sent Tobias as he sat in his new faction. I was proud of him. He had made the right choice and if I survived, I knew I would see him again in three years.

Coming down from the flashback, I could see the sunlight softly shine from the cracks under the door. I breathe it in, taking a few moments to thank whatever great presence in the universe that cared, for the new day. Something my mother had taught me. There's that Amity again. She loved the morning sun. So much so, she named me after it. She would say no matter where she was or how far apart we were, the sun would always rise. And every time it did she would always think of her precious little girl.

It was time to get up and ready if I want to be gone before Marcus woke. The meant I was late, and being late would only fuel his rage.

I quickly washed and dressed. By now the sun was beaming through the small windows, no doubt creating a blistering heat outside. But I did well to make sure to cover all inches of skin, let not a bruise find its way to prying eyes. I prepare a morning meal for Marcus and quickly leave before is feet reach the last step. I learned early on that I was not his favorite thing to see in the morning, nor was he mine.

I could see my destination in the distance past a few families sending their children off to the test as well. As I approach the building, the young Dauntless were just arriving, screaming and leaping about. I searched through each of their faces, hoping to get a glace at Tobias in the rowdy crowd. He wasn't among them. He never was.

"I'm starting to think he's forgotten about me" I say to myself.

I take a seat in the waiting room. There weren't many of us this year, but enough to keep a steady line formed. I wait for my name to be called. After about two hours of hushed whispers about 'the other Eaton child' from other factions that passed, I had become overly familiar with the floor. I didn't mind. Not really. I was grateful. The more time I spend here, the less time I had to spend with him. That was a gift.

"Aurora Eaton"

I glanced up surprised at the woman standing in front of me .She said my name like she had known me, cared for me my entire life. Covered from head to toe in black, she wasn't Abnegation. How did she know me?

I nod. She smiles.

"Follow me"

I walk slowly behind her down the hallway until we reach the last door on the left. She grabs the handle before pausing to smile at me once again. When she opens the door, she scoots me forward, her hand resting softly on the small of my back. She closes the door behind us and takes my hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and guides me to the chair instructing me to sit. I instinctively melt into every one of her touches. They felt safe, familiar, like Tobias. Who the hell is this lady?

She explains to me the liquid and that it would start the simulation. I down it quickly without question.

"Lie back and relax. I'm here to keep you safe" she tells me as she brushes my bangs out of my face gingerly.

Safe? Safe from who? Lady, you're a whole eighteen years too late!

Before I could question her words, my eyes close too heavy to keep open.