A/N: My first Fanfiction. Please review! I've always wanted a Fanfiction account to post this!

Chapter One

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There is one mirror in our house. It is behind a sliding panel in our hallway. Our faction allows me to look in it on the second day of every third month, when I cut my hair. My faction, Abnegation, regulates me to have short hair; a buzz cut. I'm really supposed to look at myself in the mirror as little as possible when I cut my hair.

But I can't help but glance at my face.

My father, Paul, walks past me as I finish, meets my eyes in the mirror, and, instead of scolding me, smiles. I frown in confusion. In our faction in is considered selfish to be concerned with one's appearance. This is usually a bigger problem for girls than boys, but I am curious; when you rarely look in a mirror, you end up staring at yourself the few times you do.

"Are you nervous? About today?" Father asks as I follow him down the stairs. Today is the day we take an aptitude test to see which faction we'd belong best in. Tomorrow is Choosing Day, the day we chose which faction we will live in for the rest of our lives . I could stay here, in Abnegation, or I could abandon them to live in one of the other four factions: Amity, the peaceful; Candor, the honest; Erudite, the intelligent; or Dauntless, the brave.

I smile. "No. I know where I belong." But I don't. All my life, I've been struggling with my faction; I have always had a strange fascination with the Dauntless. They jump off trains to get to school. They climb the buildings on dares. They are… amazing.

But if I were to go to Dauntless, I'd forsake my family. Permanently.

When I get downstairs, I find my mother, Sally, putting breakfast on the table. I smile. In Abnegation, we must wear gray, baggy clothes, and wear our hair in buns or in a buzzcut, depending on if you're male or female. My mother's hair is dark and curly; her eyes seem to change color. She is beautiful, but she forgets herself, like every Abnegation member should.

It is on the mornings when we are the most content that I long for the excitement of Dauntless.

When I arrive at school, I stand out front and watch the Dauntless arrive. They jump off the trains, laughing when they stumble across the cement ground. I glance over at a girl my age staring at a Dauntless couple as they lean against each other. She is Abnegation, obviously. Her pale blonde hair is wound into a tight bun; her short, thin frame is shrouded in gray. I notice her, some mornings, doing as I do: watching the Dauntless.

She seems as amazed as I am. I watch for a few more minutes, then I walk away.

Inside the school, the air buzzes with excitement. I have been waiting for my turn taking the test. The blonde girl from earlier today went in a long time ago, and now she walks out, looking sick and nervous. I frown. What happened?

Before I can ask, a woman leans out. "From Abnegation: Percy Jackson." I take a deep breath. Then I step forward.

In the room there is a chair like you' d see in a dentist's office and a monitor in the corner. The woman introduces herself as Tori.

"I'll be giving you your aptitude test. Please sit." I sit down and stay still as she attaches things to my head. She has dark hair streaked with gray. I notice she has a tattoo of a bird. She wears black. She must be Dauntless.

"Just drink this." She hands me a cup. I lift the cup to my lips and drink. Then the world goes black.

When I open my eyes I am standing in the cafeteria. It is empty. On the table are two items: a knife and a wedge of cheese.

"Choose" a voice says. I hesitate then grab the knife. It is long and double edged. Definitely not a kitchen knife. It feels strangeley familiar even though the closest thing to a weapon I've held in my life is a steak knife. Suddenly the scene changes. The cheese dissapears and the doors open up behind me. I glance behind me and see a large dog walk In. It growls and charges forward. Instinct takes over and I swing the knife slashing the dog's throat.

I sigh with relief as it collapses to the ground. Glancing behind me I see a little girl. She smiles at me before looking behind me. A look of horror plasters itself to her face. I look back and see another dog run forward. I see it is not focusing on me but at the girl. Without thinking I tackle it. The scene goes dark.

I look around and find that I am riding the bus. A man sits there reading a newspaper. The headline reads "Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended."

"Do you know him?" he asks tapping the picture. The man in the picture looks familiar but I somehow know I must protect his identity. I shake my head.

"You're lying!" he yells. "If you told me who he was you could save me!"

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." I reply. The world goes dark.

A/N: My first Fanfiction! How is it? Review!(NO Flames please!)