Welcome fellow Divergent fans to Remedy! My name is Brianna, the author, and this will be my second FanFiction I am writing. **WARNING** this FanFiction is NOT traditional FanFiction! The original characters of the book will ONLY SOMETIMES BE MENTIONED! This book is of myown imagination using the IDEA of Veronica Roth's Divergent. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! If you do like this story, make sure to favorite it and leave a review! I am open to constructive criticism so PLEASE share your ideas with me on how I can improve my writing! HATE COMMENTSare NOT acceptable. Not giving me a reason on why you believe my story is bad and not giving me ideas on how I can improve it is a HATE COMMENT! Thank you, and enjoy!

Chapter 1

Awake

Here I am standing in front of hundreds of people. They're all just staring at me, like I'm some sort-of gross insect. I know I don't belong, but it does not give them the right to stare at me this way.

"Miss, what is your name?" An Erudite lady known as Jeanine Matthews asks me in her bright blue get-up.

The boy who chose his faction before me is standing there, staring me, not having completely made his walk to where his new faction, the Candor, are seated.

"Remedy Lawrence, Ma'am."

She nods at me, deep in thought.

"May I ask what a girl like you is doing here, disrupting this event?" She asks sternly, staring into my eyes, my soul, trying hard to break me into running away and changing my mind, but she won't succeed.

"Ma'am, I was born factionless. I'm 16 and am ready to choose my new faction. My parents failed at living their lives in the faction of their choice, but that doesn't mean I can't live in one. I deserve equal treatment as all 16-year-olds do. I should be able to choose my faction despite where I was born into. Give factionless born children a chance. A chance to choose a new, better life for themselves."

Nobody says anything. They just stare at me with my "outrageous demands". I tried hard getting dressed this morning and choosing clothes that relatively looked like one faction's closing. I'm dressed in all grey, like the Abnegation, except my clothes are wrinkled and dirty and hardly look grey at all anymore. That's how you can tell. How you can tell that I don't belong. That I, Remedy Lawrence, am a factionless born child, and although I deserve as equal a chance as any child born into a regular faction, I can't receive it...

"Miss Remedy Lawrence... Did you take the Aptitude Test?"

"No, Ma'am, but I believe I know where my strengths lie."

She nods, deep in thought, staring at Marcus Eaton, the esteemed Abnegation leader as if they're conversing telepathically.

"You're very brave coming up here like this in front of hundreds of people in hopes of making a better life for yourself. We respect that."

I smile at her. Is that where I belong? Dauntless? I never thought I'd get this far, but it does make sense. Both my mother and father were Dauntless born before they transferred to Erudite because of their Aptitude Test results and ended up becoming factionless together. If they let me, that's where I'll be going. Dauntless, where the brave reside. The brave like me.

"As the leader of Abnegation, I believe it is only fair to let you try and fit into a faction since you we're given the unfair life of being factionless due to birth."

Nobody cheers, nobody says anything. I find it hard to process it all myself, but I confidently walk to the bowl, excited for this new opportunity for all factionless children like me. I started this. I'm going to be the first factionless born to join a faction. I'm ready. I grab hold of that knife that will determine my destiny. This knife is my future. Without any thought, I cut my palm and let that red, factionless blood of mine drip down onto the hot coals of Dauntless. They don't cheer like they normally do for transfers or for any initiate, really. They just stare at me as I make my silent walk to the Dauntless and sit down next to a short girl with tan skin and short, brown hair. The girl smiles at me, and I instantly can sense what a truly brave yet kind-hearted person she is. She wants to see me succeed, I can tell. Either that, or she doesn't think I'm competition.

"Please congratulate Remedy Lawrence on being the first factionless born to join a faction, her choice being Dauntless." Jeanine Matthews says as she starts clapping, everybody slowly joining her hesitantly.

The tan girl smile at me as she claps, and I just smile back. Despite being the first to do this, I don't feel the jubilation I expected. Is it because nobody seems to want me here? I'm not sure, but I remain confident in hopes that they will see that just because I am related to two failures doesn't mean that I am one. I love my parents, I truly do, but I will not be like them. I'm ready to make a difference.

"Welcome to Dauntless, Remedy." Some tall, tan boy says to me with his hand on my shoulder as he sits in the row above me.

I smile and nod confidently at him before saying, "Thanks. What's your name?"

"Uriah Pedrad, Dauntless born."

We shake hands, and I feel happiness. I've been accepted by at least one person. The ceremony then continues like normal as we wait for it to end and continue on with our lives in the new faction of our choice, or for me, a faction all together.