Hello readers, a quick shout out to my beta blisterkissed! She is awesome.

I also do not own Divergent. All credits go to the young (for a best-selling author) and talented Veronica Roth.

My eyes lock on the reflection in the grimy mirror in front of me in the community bath in the safe house I call home, of as I run the sponge against my bare skin. I ignore the other girls and women around me as I attempt to get any dirt off my skin that I can. As I have since my people unified instead of living so independently as we used to. Most of them do the same.

I set down the sponge on the counter top and I slip on my white pants, a yellow shirt, and black leather jacket. Some of them are stolen, some of them were worked for, and some were donated by the Abnegation... but it gets impossible to remember which is which these days.

I pull my light brown hair back with the grey band Abnegation women use to pull the hair in those buns. Not being my taste, I don't fashion it into a bun but instead pull it into a practical ponytail. Once I slip on my spectacles, which I actually need in order to see, I am marked by every faction and therefore none of the factions.

For now at least.

And I set off. Evelyn is expecting me for a meeting so I must not be late. Even though, I could not be replaced. The choice was already sent to City Council and can't be changed so close to the big day.

Leaving the bathroom, I pass by a group of my people passing around a few cans. The closest looks like peaches and their sweet scent wafts up to me. Any other day I wouldn't hesitate join them; the everlasting hollowness in my stomach calls out for even just one bite, one taste of the nectar, but I force myself to keep my feet moving, marching to Evelyn's office.

She sits at the edge of the table that functions as her desk, clearly having been waiting.

Words tumble from her lips.

"Ah Diana, take a seat."

I don't. I stay where I am.

"Always the rebel," she muses. "Even small victories." A pause and she opens her mouth again. "That's why I chose you."

I just nod, leaning against the wall, signaling for her to continue speaking.

"Tomorrow is the aptitude test," she says obviously, scrutinizing my face, how I respond. I nod once again. A factionless-born has never been allowed into the testing rooms and certainly not the ceremony, before this year. It was a shock that Council Member Andrew Prior and his wife had decided to give one of my people a chance and Evelyn was given the right to choose who was sent in.

She said I was the only sensible choice.

It was supposed to be a chance at a 'better life,' but Evelyn saw it differently. This is a chance to get inside a faction, to take it down. Then we'll try to get more of our people into the other four factions to do the same. I, of course, agree wholeheartedly, or I would have never agreed.

I've heard some ignorant people, even from Erudite, say that being factionless is worse than death, but it couldn't be more wrong. To continue the way I've been living is much more preferable than being strangled by the strict rules and expectations of the factions. I'm willing to make the sacrifice for the obliteration of the factions.

And for the freedom of my people from the still-hanging grip of poverty.

Oh god, I'm starting to sound like a Stiff aren't I?

"Now Diana, this step is going to be you get into the simulation, there are two possible courses. If you are aware that you are in a simulation that, as you already know, means you are Divergent. In which case, you would need to manipulate your results. Go about doing this by reacting to everything the way you would expect a Stiff to do so. Then, at the ceremony, choose Abnegation. It is the safest faction for Divergents, and no one fails their initiation. You must do this in order to protect yourself. If you happen to be, unfortunately, unaware, then test will take its imminent course, and you will choose the faction that they say is the best fit for you. Simple as that. Understand?"

I nod once again, and a smirk finds her face.

"Then you are dismissed for now. Despite what they tell you, I expect to hear your results: both what faction they told you and if you turn out to be Divergent or not."

"I will," I say before leaving the room and heading back to the fire my people eat around, hoping there's something, anything left.

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