A/N Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfiction! So I had this idea a few days ago and decided to run with it. Let me know what you think!

- OnCloudTen

Blood is a strange thing. It means life; it means death; it means new beginnings. All I could comprehend as my name was called is the metallic tang of blood turning the air sour.

"Caleb Prior." I give Beatrice a last reassuring squeeze, and spring forward as I cast a last look back in her direction. Bea looks like she's going to throw up. Telling myself that holding hands was more for her than myself, I slowly take the knife out of Marcus' cold hands, working extra hard to not let them shake. As I slowly press the blade into my palm, my brain still works overtime to try to make one final decision about my choice.

FLASHBACK

For some reason room five doesn't look very reassuring right now. Staring blankly at the number outside of the door, I slowly push it open and immediately cringe at the sight inside.

The first thing I notice is the mirrors. They're on every wall in the room. The minimal light in the room makes my baggy grey clothes look darker, and strange on my lanky figure. In the center of the room sits a reclining chair, which almost looks like a dentist chair from the city hospital. A kind looking woman is working so intently with the machine to the right of the chair that she doesn't even notice me walk in.

"Oh! I didn't even see you there dear! Come sit and get comfortable." The woman has a deep voice, and her blue glasses accent the deep frown lines on her face. Erudite. I awkwardly slide into the severe looking chair and shift uncomfortably while watching my reflection in front of me. I look much older than I remember. My dark hair, hooked nose, and green eyes almost suit me now. The few times I ever glanced in a mirror when I was a child, I always looked strange.

The woman silently attaches electrodes to my forehead with a very occupied look on her face. As she leans forward, her blue sleeve slides down to reveal a corner of a tattoo. I almost want to ask her what it is, but curiosity is against Abnegation. She turns around, obscuring my view of the tattoo and sticks some wires to her own head, and extends a hand out to me. I awkwardly grab it and slowly shake it, as she introduces herself. I can't help but notice that she adjusted her sleeve so the splotch of ink is hidden.

"Dorothy Gregor. I will be administering your aptitude test this morning" She turns around and quickly checks a computer screen before finishing, "…Caleb. Drink this." Dorothy thrusts out a vile of clear liquid and I tentatively grab it from her. I open my dry mouth and tip the strange liquid in. The last thing I see is my own reflection dropping the empty vial into my lap.

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I feel like my eyelids weigh a hundred pounds as they slowly open to the scene in front of me. I'm back in the school cafeteria, now empty, and it's snowing outside. I turn in a slow circle, observing the simulation, before my eyes fall on a table directly in front of me. There are two baskets. In one is a chunk of cheese, and in the other is a knife a little shorter than my forearm.

Behind me, I hear a woman's voice bark out, "Choose."

I turn around, expecting to see the woman behind me. No one is there.

"Choose." She repeats, louder this time. I slowly walk forward and at the same time, grab the knife and the cheese. The empty baskets pop away, and I faintly hear a door squeak. I quickly whip around, and see a dog creep into the cafeteria. I faintly recognize it from a passage in our biology textbook.

'Canis lupus familaris, more commonly known as a domestic dog, has been for century's considered man's friend and guardian. They can smell fear due to a chemical secreted by human glands in a state of duress, and will attack if threatened.' This was followed but a list of breeds and pictures. This dog is a German shepherd.

I gulp as my thoughts catch up to my brain, and quickly look down. Looking into the dog's eyes is a sign of aggression. I lower myself down onto my stomach, laying on the cold floor as the dog stalks forward, growling at me. When Bea and I were younger, she asked for a dog. Now I can't remember why. I don't look up, but I can't hear the dogs heavy panting in my ear. I cringe as it's breath pattern changes and it barks into my ear. I slowly pull my hand out from under me and throw out the cheese, which the dog immediately gulps down and then licks my face. I sit back up and stare at the dog curiously.

The dog puts its paws on my shoulders and pushes me down, assaulting me with wet dog kisses. Gross. I blink and when my eyes open, a girl in a white dress stands before me, squealing, "Puppy!"

I don't think when the dog lunges for her. I just jump up with the knife in front of me, shielding the girl. I hear a sickening thump and yelp a second later from the dog. I close my eyes and when I open them, I'm back in the testing room, which is now empty. Turning in a slow circle, I notice with a foreign curiosity that my reflection isn't appearing in any of the mirrors. Running my hand along the smooth wall, I push when I find the door and walk into the hallway – or should I say bus.

All the seats are taken, and without a second thought I grab onto a pole in the center of the aisle. In front of me sits a man with scarred hands clutching a newspaper.

"Do you know this guy?" he asks, tapping the headline with his finger. It reads "Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!" As I stare at it, I feel in the back of my mind that I've seen him before. Without a second though I answer truthfully.

"Yes. I think that I've seen him before." The man lowers the newspaper and smiles at me with a crooked snarl. His face is covered with scars, and he wears dark sunglasses.

"If I told you that it was me, would you turn me in to stop a war, even if you lost you own life?" He snarls, spitting into my face. His breath smells like old cigarettes.

I set my jaw and look him dead in the eyes. "Yes."

END OF FLASHBACK

All I can do is stare at the blood pooling on my palm. I glance at each of the bowls in turn. The calm grey stones of Abnegation. I am Abnegation. I saved the little girl's life. Dark soil representing Amity. I am Amity. I chose the cheese and risked my own life to prevent war. Candor's glass gleams quietly at me. I am Candor. I told the man the truth. I can feel the heat of Dauntless' coals in front of me. I am Dauntless. Grabbing the knife and killing the dog proves this. And finally, the water for Erudite, already tinted a dark red color. I am Erudite. Knowledge is my first instinct in danger.

Breathe in; breathe out. I reach forward and let my blood fall onto the burning coals.

I am Abnegation.

I am Amity.

I am Candor.

I am Dauntless.

I am Erudite.

I am the most powerful Divergent ever.