Hi everyone and thanks for taking the time to read this fanfic. It's my first time writing a Divergent fanfic and I hope it's not too bad. Anyway, I will post a warning with each chapter of the story as I do with all my others and hope you enjoy. If you do, please follow or favourite =) Hope you have a nice day/night wherever you are! Warning: story contains BoyxBoy (don't like, then don't read), swearing, scenes of extreme violence and ratings may be turned up at a later time.

I better start from the beginning. Hi I'm Kenny Jones. Not Ken doll. Not Ken. Kenny. I'm sixteen which means I've finally come of age. Which I wish would never of happened. I wish I had just never been born, just because of today. How would I describe myself? A prisoner. That's how. Stuck here in hell but being celebrated and praised, reminded by others how much of a disappointment I would be if I ever actually fucking managed to escape! That's what I was stuck in! A hell of guilt and reminders... but I had a chance to escape. I have a chance to get away. I just needed to be brave enough to take the key and do it.

Kenny slowly set down his pen from scribbling into the ancient pages of the leather bound book. It's brown leather was engraved with ancient symbols which had been placed there by his mother. He slowly turned his head to gaze out the window as the light caught on his bronze face. He placed his head into his hand as he stared at his entrancing reflection in the window. His multicoloured eyes were almost impossible to describe. He hated them. The freakish look that they had, the questions he would get from everyone else about them.

You see, Kenny had Heterochromia.

Though he liked to hide the fact that his eyes were weird, he could never really hide their strange nature. The one on the right was settled upon on a faint amber, like liquid running gold, though every now and then when it bathed in sunlight it would glow even brighter. However the one on the left was set in a deep emerald jewel colour, occasionally it would look sea green, but only when they had been in the light for too long. But those were always the preference that they took. His mother had said that it meant that he got the best from both of her and his father... and he liked the fact that he had such a part of his parents showing... but it was just the comments, the way that people thought the weird colour defined him.

He wished the rest of him was that interesting. His lightly tanned body was lean and smooth to the touch. A pair of skinny leather jeans clamped tightly around his legs while he wore a dark green polo shirt. A studded black belt hung loosely through the holder of the jeans. He was only dressed like this because of the fact that he was by himself. Had he been anywhere else, he would have had to be in his factions regular clothing. A sapphire blue suit jacket, regulation shined black shoes, pressed black trousers and clean, respectable button up shirt. But for the reason of the fact he was by himself, that was why he allowed himself the freedom of being what and who he wanted, just for this small while.

Yeah... just these last few minutes before it was decided who and what he belonged to.

He shook his head and ran a hand through the thick locks of hair. Stress evident as he shuddered, letting out a pained and exhausted sigh. His ruffled blond hair stuck up in defiant spikes. Yes he was a natural blond... his mother wouldn't let him dye his hair.

Now a lot of people would think: What sixteen year old cares what their mother tells them that they can't dye their hair. Well it mattered to him so that was all that was to it. His room wasn't much. A single bed which had a soft silk quilt which Kenny could just sink into when he was tired after a very long day of listening to his teachers preach onto him. The walls of his room were painted crimson with black scripted writing which moved in delicate patterns. Something which he had studied and translated from the pages of a history book. The same saying painted over and over again; two halves to make a whole. Two large glass door wardrobes stood either side of a small desk with a mirror. A silver crop pattern moved around it while a cold white chair with soft cushions was placed in front of it, where Kenny was encouraged to spend most of his time studying.

His whole room was based around elegance and beauty. Though the thing that stood out most in the room was the expanding length of books shelves and plant pots. "Honey? Are you ready-"
"Just a bit longer Mom!" He called out, standing suddenly and looking down horrified at his clothes. If she saw him wearing this...

He scrambled out of the leather jeans as quickly as he could knowing his mother wouldn't wait much longer.

After all, she was as terrified about this as he was.

"Is this because you're scared about the test?" Her voice came softly against the door.

Kenny didn't stop as he scoured into the last pieces of his clothes, pulling his suit jacket on and doing up his shirt. Only taking a calm breath when he had got himself and his reflection nothing less than absolutely perfect... perfect except for the deep frown which was etched onto his handsomely beautiful face. He hated that she knew the fact that he was so worried about his choice...But then again, it wasn't as though he could even explain to anyone why he was so freaking worried about this test. He couldn't tell anyone around him because he was as distant as possible from all other Erudite kids, and after all, it wasn't as though he really could ask his Mom about what the best choice would be.

She would always say that she would be the last person that Kenny should be talking to about the test.

You see, his mother hadn't chosen Erudite as a faction that she had wanted to live in... more like needed to live in. She had run from Amity, trying to escape her abusive step father... one who had constantly beaten and tried to crush her. No one had believed her, because the bastard had been one of the most sincere and genuine guys in the faction. They had called her delusional. Mad. Pushed her off as completely insane and called her the factions most infamous child. Showing such a blackness in her heart to target one of the nicest men with such horrible lies...

Amity's dark child they called her.

Where as in Erudite, she was now celebrated as one of the most accomplished and working minds that the faction had to offer. They celebrated the way her mind worked to accomplish new ways of achieving true ingenuity and intelligence among the others. They all exclaimed that she should have been born directly into the faction. But what they didn't celebrate... was Kenny. Or his father.

His mother had come to Erudite, having made the choice to commit to the faction for a new life... only to find out that by the time she had passed all her initiation tests to finally be accepted by the others, that Kenny's father had already left the faction and was dead on the streets.

To be specific, Kenny's mother had made the decision herself, sixteen years and nine months ago today.

Meaning that she had come to Erudite, already pregnant with her son.

But now here he was, dreading the horror of the day ahead of him... dreading-

The door opened and Kenny threw himself onto his bed, taking a formal seat and looking up at his mother, who ignored the flustered look on his face. She knew what the boy got up to in his spare time, if he wasn't reading some daring fairytale book which he hid inside the cut covers of his school books, he was dressing up in his own clothes and writing down in his journal about what was going through his head.

Her curtain of platinum blond hair was kept in a tight ponytail down her back. Like her son, she wore a completely dark blue blazer over a sapphire coloured dress. Her heels clicked loudly along the floor as she fixed her son with a knowing and kind smile. "Hey." She whispered softly and took a seat, wrapping her arm around him, hopefully putting her words into the gesture to show just how much she truly loved him. Did he really think that she wouldn't recognise just how much he was struggling painfully with his decision? He was absolutely miserable here in Erudite! Sure he was one of the best students... when he wasn't distracting himself with some written novel. But that didn't mean anything! "You know, you really shouldn't worry that much. Just let it happen, if the test tells you something other than Erudite, then just... let it be." She smiled kindly.

She curled her arm around his and stood, smiling at both of their reflections. "I'll be proud of you either way darling." She kissed his head sweetly before looking between them. Her caramel gold eyes stood proud and true to the feelings which were inside of her. Her peachy soft skin radiated like many of the others around. "Now, let's go before you end up missing it."
"Oh yeah, we wouldn't want that to happen would we?" Kenny murmured sarcastically.

-Break-

You would have thought that there may have been some mystical journey of self development on the way to the test wouldn't you? That Kenny may have actually discovered something relate-able, that no matter what happened, he would be okay in what ever choice he made... but no. All he could think on the way there was the fact he couldn't stand being around such know-it-all brats such as the Erudite, genius idiots! How he fight against ever going to become one of the faction-less and how he would take what he wanted...

However the last thought was swamped with guilt of imagining his mother at home without him.

"Next please."

After all, would she be al'right by herself?

"Excuse me."

After all, what if-

"Hey. Kid!"

Kenny looked up slowly into the room as someone was frowning down at him. "Hey bookworm, come on. I haven't got time for this. We haven't got long and I want to get going back home A.S.A.P."
"And they say chivalry is dead." Kenny muttered as he walked into the room and laid down to rest on a nearby chair. "So I drink and begin some great and trying mental test."

The man rose an eyebrow, his hair was an ink black and his eyes were just as cold as midnight in winter. Kenny wouldn't normal have felt that intimidated, but instead, being surrounded by a full room of that reflection did make him feel slightly more on nerves than usual... as if he hadn't been scared already about what he was about to find out.

"Pretty much yeah." He held out a small glass full of a clear liquid. Easing himself back into the chair gently and easing with the other man slowly rubbing out the tension in Kenny's tight muscles arms. "Just try to breathe okay?" The man said quietly.
"Fine..." Kenny took another long and shuddering breath before downing the contents off the glass.

For a moment he felt as though he was going to be sick and bring up his insides. "God damn it. What the hell is in that stuff-" He slowly looked around again, but this time the room was completely empty. No man. No door. Just his reflection as the world felt as though it was about to start spinning and never going to stop. "So this is it huh?" He rose an eyebrow and walked forward towards the reflection. Studying the way that his eyes shined out more defiantly than ever before.
"Well what were you expecting Alice."

His mouth dropped open as he watched his reflection smirk at him. "What, cat got your tongue Alice?" He laughed.
"Yeah, you're right. The sight of myself talking is really fucking horrific." Kenny rolled his eyes and lent his weight slightly before resting his hand on his hip. "I'm so shocked. I was at least hoping that this may or may not be forward."
"Well, little Alice, you seem to have that tail raised between those legs quite high."
"I have the claws to match." Kenny's glare flared like the burst of the angry sun.
"You could just turn around right now, go away and pretend that this never happened. Go back to mummy and pretend that you got Erudite. You know. Play it safe, just like she did."

Kenny's fist slowly closed.

"I mean, you could just follow the easy route out like her."

His eye widened fractionally as his nostrils flared.

The reflection grinned. "After all, for a ball-less, nerdy, freak like you, that's the option you should take isn't it?" He smirked even deeper. "Just like your cowardly mother. You take after her most... right?" It laughed.
"I take after my mother al'right." Kenny growled. His fist tightly gripped angrily. "I took her courage!"

He punched his fist out through the reflection, swiping it out the way of the convulsing mirror and went head first into it.

He hadn't expected on the other side of it to find a choice between a book or a large dagger. A smaller and younger version of himself, smiling up with a great look of expectation. Those young eyes full of such hope... such greatness. "Chose for me." The boy said quietly and simply.
"What... the... hell?" Kenny wondered.
"Choose." The young version said once again.

A book or a dagger?

What the hell was with that?

But it was obvious straight away which one he should chose. Because he understood what this all meant; all those years looking for an answer, some clue in any of the other factions on which one to chose. Where to stand strong. Where to prove himself and actually make a home... He had hoped that his mother would have just given him the answer, or that his father would have been around to even guide him a bit more.

But now it made sense to him.

He took the dagger with the book and took a crouch in front of himself. Giving a caring smile as he reached out his spare hand. "I can't decide that for you." The boy looked down sadly though Kenny lifted the boy's chin back up to hold his gaze. "Neither can Mom. You just have to do, what will make you happy." He smiled sadly. "No parental figure or anyone else will ever be able to do that for you."

He held up the dagger and the book. "I want you to know that it will be okay. No matter however it turns out, there will always be a future for you."

The younger version of him smiled and lunged forward in a hug, wrapping arms around himself.

"Easy there!"

Kenny hadn't even realised he had woken back up till the black haired man was stood over him again, speaking softly and patting his back gently and rubbing his thumb across Kenny's spine. "Come on, that's it. Catch your breath. There you go." The man nodded. "Strange results, but it seemed as though you certainly have prospects... not for one faction or two, but three."
"Uh... excuse me?" Kenny frowned deeply.
"I mean, I've heard of cases where people don't fit into any category at all... but this isn't divergent. You came out with three definite results." The man sat next to Kenny, giving him a cold glass of water and sprinkling slightly on the younger boy's beading brow. "It seems straight forward... You took the book which is a sign that you would join Erudite. You went into the mirror and grabbed the dagger, even though you had the chance to turn away... brave. A lot of many others wouldn't have taken those two options. Both were signs that you should belong to Dauntless. Then finally, you were confronted by one of your most trying times. I guess you had a tough upbringing? Scared about which factions right?" Kenny just nodded when the man paused. "You could have just given the boy an order which would have led into another simulation to test further, but you were kind to yourself. Kind in one of your most trying memories. Kind when you were filled with such anger... sign of Amity."
"Like Mom." Kenny whispered with wide eyes.
"Over all... your results are quite close. Well for those three anyway."
"Which one rated the highest."
"By half a percent...Dauntless."
"Dauntless?" Kenny frowned. He hadn't even given Dauntless a second thought! Never even considered it! He had just guessed that he would get shoved back towards Erudite and left in that expanding library of hell forever, always the one to read the books of adventure, never one to live it.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you further. Hey, at least you're not Divergent. Right?"
"Right." Kenny nodded and curled his fingers around the edge of the bed. Erudite, Dauntless or Amity... What the hell am I going to do. Kenny groaned as he slumped forward, resting his head on his knees. "I just had hoped... I'd get one dead on answer."
"Hey, remember what you said in there." The man tried to offer another smile. "It's going to be your choice. You seem like a bright kid... and not just because you're from Erudite. Listen, maybe... you was pretty quick in there. You can give it one more try if you want?"
'No. Not happening.' Was what Kenny wanted to say, but something inside of him was still curious. "Just think about what is important to you kid." He smiled. "Just have a good long think." He patted Kenny's back before the blond stood shakily and left the room.

Three choices, each one just as confusing as the next... Why couldn't it have just been one damn simple answer!