Hey Divergenters! Initiates! Whatever the heck you want me to call you, Fangirls and Fanboys (even if there are any) :P
So, I have contemplating on a spy story like this when I began writing a school story a few months ago, and I wrote a story about a spy falling in love with the daughter of the leader where he is spying. And its Romeo and Juliet all over again. After I finish Switched, I plan on writing a Divergent version of that story ^^^
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YOU SHALL HAVE DAUNTLESS CAKE.
QOTD: Who do you ship with food?
AOTD: Mufflene, and Uricake. (Marlene/Muffin, Uriah/Dauntless Cake)
ILYASM!
Chapter I. The Aptitude Test
BEATRICE
I sit in the factionless sector, staring at a dirty, weathered glass window. I hug my damp knees.
I sneak a look at my reflection when no one is in sight—not for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity. A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.
Underneath long, dark blonde eyelashes that curl up, dull grey eyes with hints of crystal clear blue gaze back at me. Below those eyes is a long, thin nose; too long that the narrow frame of the reflection is not pretty, but not ugly either.
Those round, wide eyes that are gentle and passionate make up for it. Thin strips of dull blonde hair fall in waves around the pale narrow face. Several strips of hair is enhanced with natural golden blonde highlights. The gray clothing darkens the cloudy eyes, drawing less attention to the face.
Exactly why Abnegation's color is gray.
But all of those features on the reflection, is more puffy and teary than usual.
I hide my head in my knees and lean against the alley brick wall.
It's not safe to be a sixteen-year old girl alone in the factionless sector, but I didn't have anywhere to run.
*Flashback begin*
I walk to my assigned line, and stand next to Caleb. We wait in a horizontal line, with Susan, Robert, Caleb, me, and a few boys and girls that I do not know, who are dressed in different colors. In front of each person is a small room.
Then the doors all simultaneously open, and a person walks out of each door. The people who went before us have a mix of emotions, ranging from looking partially scarred to having smirks, as they walk back to the next class.
"Susan Black, Robert Black, Caleb Prior, Beatrice Prior," The Amity woman announcing says other names that I do not recognize. We all turn to the small rooms, and walk in, one person a room.
Inside, a Dauntless woman of Asian ethnicity beckons me toward her. She locks the door and I am seated on a chair. "My name is Tori, I will be your tester. I normally work as a tattoo artist in Dauntless."
I stare at her while she prepares the simulation. She has pin-straight midnight-black hair, and a grey strip of hair on the left side of her face. She is tattooed, as the normal Dauntless that I see jumping off of the trains are, but what makes me most curious is the hawk tattoo on her back.
"Why the hawk?" I blurt out. I have always had the same curious trait as Caleb. She looks at me, putting down the small glass.
"I have never seen a curious Abnegation before." She says with a small smirk. I flush lightly. "It's to represent the sun, and my fear of overcoming the dark." I nod in understanding. She clicks a few buttons on a computer and hands me a small glass with clear liquid.
"Drink."
"Why?"
"Drink." She states more of a command. I obediently take the serum and drink it.
I open my eyes to find myself in a large room of mirrors.
A dog, a German shepherd, appears at least fifty feet away from me, and starts to charge toward me, looking deadly. I look around, and find a bowl with a knife and a bowl with cheese.
"Choose." A female voice says out of nowhere.
"Why?" I say stubbornly, looking around for the source.
"Just choose." The voice deepens, stating the words more like an order than a suggestion.
"No."
"Have it your way." The voice says sternly.
The bowls disappear, and the dog is nearing me.
Instinctively, I start to think. I remember one day in school, that we were studying animals. Caleb and I were studying for the test we had the next day, so I have a large amount of knowledge about animals.
I recall the ways dogs come from wolves that have a pack leader that hates being looked in the eye; I get down on my knees and I avoid eye contact.
The dog calms down, panting with its tongue out, almost smiling with its sharp canine teeth. I reach out my right hand and pat its head, hesitating at first.
A small Abnegation girl appears in the corner of my eye, and the dog grows angry once again, its dark blue eyes flaring and teeth baring, and starts to charge toward her.
I run and tackle the dog. I close my eyes and reopen them to find myself on a bus. Colors of all factions fill the seats, Abnegation standing up as usual. I stand in the aisle and hold onto a metal pole.
A man comes up to me and shoves a newspaper with a picture of a young man on it to my face. The headline says something about a murderer. I have a love for mystery books, something that Caleb and I share, and I have seen that word many times.
"Do you know this guy?"My heart tells me that I know him, and I feel that way, but deep down in my brain, I know that I don't.
I clear my throat.
"Well?" There is anger in his voice this time. "Do you?"
My heart pounds in my chest and I clutch the pole to keep my hands from shaking, from giving me away.
I shrug my shoulders, attempting to convince him.
"Do you?" he repeats, annoyed.
I shrug my shoulders once again.
"Well?"
A shudder goes through me. I have to remind myself that this is only a test.
Only a simulation.
It's not real.
"Nope," I say, my voice casual. "No idea who he is," I lie so easily, I couldn't be Candor.
He comes closer. I can smell the cigarettes on his breath. I can see the scars covering his hands and cheek. His fists are clenched, the veins popping, and I gulp.
It's not real, I remind myself.
"You're lying!" he shouts this time. The only way I can keep myself from giving in from fear, is that the surrounding people on the bus are completely oblivious to the man yelling at a blonde Abnegation girl.
"I am not."
"I can see it in your eyes."
I stand straighter, prouder.
"You can't."
"If you know him," he says in a low voice, "you could save me. You could save me!"
I narrow my eyes at him. "Well," I say, setting my jaw. "I don't."
The man disappears and I find myself back in the test room with Tori. When I look at her, I get instantly worried. Her face is showing pure panic. She types something into the computer.
"Well, that," she says, "was perplexing. Excuse me, I'll be right back."
Perplexing?
Finally the door opens, and Tori walks back in. "Sorry to worry you,"
She stands in front of me, muscles tense and skin pale. Her dark brown eyes are awake and alert.
"Beatrice, your results were inconclusive," she says. "Typically, each stage of the simulation eliminates one or more of the factions, but in your case, only two have been ruled out."
Inconclusive?
I stare at her, wide-eyed. "Two?"
She nods. She begins to explain what factions have been ruled out in my aptitude and why I have an aptitude of a faction, and how it's inconclusive.
She continues. "Your intelligent response to the dog indicates strong alignment with the Erudite," My lips turn upward for a moment, then turn back down. "I have no idea what to make of your indecision in stage one, but—"
"Wait," I interrupt her. "So you have no idea what my aptitude is?"
She sighs. "Yes and no. My conclusion," she explains, is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are…" She looks around like she expects someone or something to appear. "Are called… Divergent." The last word comes out of her mouth so quickly and quietly that I almost don't hear it, and her tense, worried look returns.
"Beatrice," she says sternly, "under no circumstances should you share that information with anyone. It is very crucial and important that you listen to me."
"We aren't supposed to share our results," I say. "I know that."
"No." Tori kneels next to the chair and leans in, our faces inches apart. "This is different. I don't mean you shouldn't share them now; I mean you should never share them with anyone, not now not ever, no matter what happens. Divergence is extremely dangerous. You understand?"
I am in pure shock. "That can't be! We have to trust the test-"
"The test didn't work on you." Tori interrupts. "I will put in your result as Abnegation, and you if I were you, I wouldn't wait on the others. You have a lot of thinking to do."
"But…" I say, "What faction is safe for me?"
She looks down, thinking. "Abnegation is your best bet. But it is still your choice." I nod. "Thank you Tori."
I exit the room casually, and once I'm out of eyesight, I run.
*Flashback end*
I didn't take the bus. If I got home early, my father would have noticed, and I would have some explaining to do. So instead, I just ran out to the abandoned part of the factionless sector for some deep thinking. When I get home, I'll just intercept Caleb before he mentions anything to our parents, but I know that Caleb can keep a secret.
I look at the grey watch on my wrist—which is the only adornment Abnegation allows, and because it's practical—which reads that school should be over soon.
I grab my bag and dust off my gray dress and pants. I look at my reflection once again and wipe off the salty tears.
I stand up, and turn the corner, retracing my steps back to my home in the Abnegation sector.
After a few blocks, I'm almost out of the factionless sector, but then I see a factionless man standing on the corner up ahead. He wears tattered brown clothing and skin sags from his jaw. He stares at me, and I stare back at him, unable to look away.
"Excuse me," he says, voice raspy. "Do you have something I can eat?"
I feel a lump in my throat.
I shake my head. I should not be afraid of this man. He needs help and I am supposed to help him.
"Um… yes," I say. I reach into my bag, and offer the man a small bag of dried apple slices. He reaches for them, but instead of taking the bag, his hand closes around my wrist. He smiles at me, a gap between his front teeth.
"My, don't you have pretty eyes." He says. "It's a shame that the rest of you is so plain."
"Let go of me," I say. I tug my hand back, but his grip tightens.
"You look a little young to be walking around by yourself, dear," he says.
I stop tugging, and stand up straighter. "I'm older than I look," I retort. "I'm sixteen."
He smiles wide, revealing a gray molar with a dark pit in the side.
"Then isn't today supposed to be a special day for you? The day before you choose?"
"Let me go," I repeat, clear and stern.
I think about bringing my elbow back and hitting him, the bag of apples flying away from me, my running footsteps; I am prepared to act if necessary.
But then he releases my wrist, takes the apples, and grins. "Choose wisely, little girl."
He's right.
I have so much to think about.
The Aptitude Test.
Choosing Ceremony.
Three Factions.
Dauntless.
Erudite.
Abnegation.
Divergent.
Hey Divergenters! So that is chapter one of my new story, Grey to Blue to Black. So this will have a war, but not the same one in Divergent. But there will be a war.
And Tris is a little OOC on purpose, she is exactly the same as Book Tris, but just a bit nerdier because of something that will happen next chapter. You'll see.
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Switched: Tris and Tobias switched :)
The Beauty of One: Tris is actually pretty, and transfers to Dauntless as a badass after being assaulted a month before the Choosing Ceremony.
Both stories are Fourtris.
*This story will have Fourtris as well*
Goal: 5 favs, 5 follows, and 10 reviews, or even more! I know you can do it! Each chapter will normally be 2000-3000 words. But if the goal is reached, or surpassed by a crapload, it will be a long chapter!
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~TrissyPoo