DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own The Hunger Games or Divergent series. This is for entertainment purposes only! ( I may have changed few small details for the story's benefit)
Kat's POV
CHAPTER ONE:
The words of Amanda Ritter dart through my mind, "The name you should give these people is Divergent. Once they become abundant among you, your leaders should give the command for the Amity to unlock the gate forever, so that you may emerge from your isolation." The thought sends shivers down my spine, and causes my heart to thud loudly in my ears. We were not alone, and we never were. When I took my Aptitude Test, Tori treated my Divergence like it was a dangerous disease that no one should know of. Yet, when Amanda talked about it, she speaks with a tone of reverence, as if the Divergent are good, and safe.
Angry, confused yells echo through the Erudite compound. A large group of people crowds the giant lobby. Bookshelves line the walls, and there are multiple video screens that hang from the pale blue plaster. The carpet is a plush white, and a mahogany desk sits at the end of the room. I stand by the door and watch as the crowd screams at Tris and Four. They stand together, holding hands tightly. His dark blue eyes glare down the crowd.
"What did she mean?" A tall Candor man asks.
"Who are you people, anyway?" Shouts an Erudite woman with a bloody nose.
"Get those Divergent out of this place!" An angry Dauntless man screams.
As the crowd yells, they begin to encircle the young couple, surrounding them so there is no hope for escape. I begin to walk forward, wanting to protect them, and to help them in some way. A plump Candor man in traditional black and white shoves me back.
"Get back, ya dirty Dauntless!" he states, taking note of my deep red tank top, tattoo, and black cargo pants. I shove him back and scowl violently in the man's direction. His cigar that was previously in his mouth drops to the ground. He reaches down to grasp it, but I am too quick. Firmly I stomp on his possession, crushing the idea of retrieving his cigar. I then dart around him, and begin to push through the raging crowd once again.
I push through a sea of blues, grays, blacks, and reds, trying to reach Tris and Four. When I reach the pair's location at the front of the room, I see that both Tris and Four and looking for a way out. Tris's pale blue eyes shine with terror as the angry mob closes in on them.
"Stop!" I yell, but my voice dies within the roar of the crowd. Suddenly, a Candor woman throws a punch at Four. He easily blocks it, but it seems to start a brawl. My heart pounds, and every vein in my body courses with excitement. The Dauntless have inlaid a love for fights into my mind. A fist catches me in the jaw, and another tries for an attack on my nose. I grab the fist and yank it toward me. A see the surprised face of an Erudite woman, but not for very long. I kick her in the stomach and she goes sprawling.
Suddenly, a voice rises above the sounds of the crowd, "Stop this madness!"
Unlike my command for a halt, this one is forceful, and turns each head in the crowd. The voice comes from Marcus, an Abnegation leader.
"Thank you," he states firmly, "Now, can we all talk about this like civilized people? Or shall we returned to fighting with whomever is next to us?" The sea murmurs quietly, Marcus's words rolling over them like a wave of sanity. Next to me, Four is pale and stiff. Blood leaks from his nose and pours down his face, but he does not notice. His eyes are trained on Marcus.
An Amity woman hikes up to Marcus's side. She stands tall at his side and is clothed in bright yellow pants and a red blouse. Her black hair is tied up with a ribbon, and her pale face is interrupted only by a long white scar.
"Some of you may know me. I am Johanna Reyes, an Amity. I believe that we should now decide what to do. Should we enter the world we left so long ago, or shall we stay here?" Johanna asks, and then simply stands there as if waiting for something. Marcus leans over and hisses something in her ear. She flushes with embarrassment.
"I was informed that you do not decide as the Amity do. So, um, let us vote?" Johanna questions, and glances at Marcus nervously. He nods.
"That is a wonderful idea, Ms. Reyes. We have a difficult choice to make, and that is a diplomatic and reasonable way to choose. Does anyone disagree?" Marcus booms. No one speaks up.
"Good. Now, let us-" he begins.
"Wait! Wait!" Caleb Prior, Tris's brother, calls out. He wears a blue polo shirt and jeans, and has hair to match his sister's. His pale eyes shine with frustration.
What is he doing? Voting would have worked fine! I think to myself.
"How do we know that this other civilization still exists? That it still is, ah, intact? We don't." the boy states, staring straight at his sister, "We must send out scouts to make sure this place is safe. Why risk so many lives when we can risk just a few? I suggest... " He pauses, as if reconsidering his decision. He stands a bit taller, and then continues, "I suggest sending out the Divergents."
(THE HUNGER GAMES PART WILL COME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, I PROMISE! :{))
END OF CHAPTER ONE