Four leans over me with a needle in his hand. A small poke numbs my neck as my eyes flutter close, darkness seeping through my vision I fall unconscious. Suddenly, my eyes snap open. I am standing on an island, my hands bound behind me. I look around to see a crowd of people around me, shouting and chanting. I try to move but I am strapped to a stake and my feet are buried in steps forward and lights a match, throwing it into the pile of wood I am standing on. I stifle a scream and breath deep breaths. Its not real, its not real, its not real. I try to concentrate and ignore the lapping flames that threaten to devour me. I feel something hard and sharp on the back of the stake. Tugging at it, it pops off, slicing open a small gash on my thumb. I use the knife to cut the bands that tie my hands together. The crowd shouts in alarm as I cut the bands off my feet, and with a jump, I close my eyes and leap off of the pile.

I land with a thud on the cold ground. I open my eyes to see that the vision has changed. I'm on the floor of an airplane. I push myself off the beige floor, flicking off a piece of gum off my jeans. Out the window, smoke billows from the wing of the plane. I glance from the window to the passengers, their expressions stiff and blank. I stumble over to one of the people and wave a hand in front of his face... no response. The plane shakes violently to the side, reminding me once again that I am in a crashing plane. I go over to an empty seat and dig out a parachute. Yes! Found one! I turn around to slip it on when suddenly all the people are looking at me, their expressions still blank and content. One of them stands up and starts to approach me. He snaps forward and snatches the parachute out of my hands. I reach forward to grab it, but he lashes forward and scrapes my face. Blood drips down my jaw and onto my shirt. I know the simulation is not real. They can't hurt me in the real world. I step back from the man who is still holding the parachute, open the door, and jump...

Four stands above me, a needle in his hand. A dot of blood wells up where he injected me.

"Why did you wake me up early?" I ask, confused. Four looks at me with the same look of confusion, surprise, and hurt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Four asks.

"Tell you what?" I answer. Four glances at the ceiling then stares straight into my eyes. He leans close and whispers something I can barely hear.

"You're a Divergent." Four says.

"So what?" I say, not getting the big deal about being a Divergent. Four licks his lips and continues.

"You don't understand how dangerous being a Divergent can be. If someone see's your test results, you could be killed." Four explains, his voice bleak.

"So?" I say, "Why do you care?" Four shifts uneasily and then finally starts to speak.

"I'm a Divergent too."