My new Fanfic – cause my other Agents of Shield one kind of just 'went' I only own Leo, Edie (pronounced Eedie), and her transfer class so far – sadly – I wish I was the author of divergent – but I'm not.
All official Divergent characters belong to Veronica Roth and also my style, because I basically copy her word for word in some of this -
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As usual, the school is empty. It's only seven o'clock. Why I'm in school so early? I have no idea – but I am. Today is the day of the aptitude tests – the tests that will 'help' me decide whether to stay in my current faction Abnegation, or change to a faction that doesn't value selflessness as much such as Erudite or Candor. My mother was in Erudite when she was a child. Now days no one transfers from Erudite to Abnegation. They don't 'get on' as my older brother says – he's in amity – I have no idea why. Amity is full of optimists, happy people who dress in bright and comfortable clothing. I never remember Josh, my brother being exceedingly happy when he was younger – but he must have his reasons. "Edie?" a voice says from behind me. It is Leo. He looks after the upper level schools – I guess you would call him a janitor. His clothes are black, from when he was in Dauntless, and grey – abnegation clothes. In Dauntless he was chucked out during initiation – I never asked why – but now he is one of the factionless. "Edie – are you ok?" He asks again. I nod.
"Todays a big day" I nod again
"Any ideas?" I shrug and Leo laughs
"That's my girl! Bye Eds" He says as he walks off. Suddenly the corridor is full of people. I stare at my grey watch – it is already eight o'clock. I quickly hurry – with my head down – to my last ever Advanced Maths class.
The tests begin after lunch. We sit at the long tables in the cafeteria and the test administrators call ten names at a time, one for each testing room. I choose to sit by myself – however still on the table the Abnegation sit at. It isn't long before my name is called together with another Abnegation boy I've never spoken to, actually I've barely spoken to anyone who isn't my close family – or Leo. I stand up with him and together we walk outside to a row of ten rooms. Unlike the other rooms in the school, they are separated not by glass, but by mirrors. The boy walks into six and I walk into five where an Erudite man waits. He looks like any other Erudite: The blue clothing, the neat hairstyle, and the thick glasses. In the center of the room there is a chair similar to one in the dentist. It looks pretty Evil.
"I'm Michael" The man says "Take a seat and get comfortable" I sit back in the chair and he begins to press electrodes onto my forehead. He hands me a vial.
"Drink this" My eyes question the clear liquid but his reassure me – to some extent. I close my eyes and down the vial.
I stand in the cafeteria, the room empty of both people and tables. Apart from one, directly in front of me. On it is a hunk of cheese and a long knife.
"Choose" A voice, from somewhere in the room says. I pick the knife up instantly. Suddenly the cheese disappears and a large dog stands about ten feet away from me. It growls. My instant reaction is to drop the knife and show the dog that I'm not going to hurt him. It doesn't help and the dog paces towards me.
When I was younger, about ten years ago, I watched an Erudite girl find a stray dog. It started barking and growling so she dropped to the floor and looked down. I do the same and instantly its rough tongue licks me and I laugh as I stand up and wipe the drool from my face. I look on the floor and I see that my knife has disappeared. I wonder why I'm still here – and not back in the testing room but suddenly a small boy opens the door.
"Puppy!" He squeals as he runs towards the dog. The dog barks and runs up – getting ready to pounce. Instinctively I run and rugby tackle the dog to the ground.
I'm on a bus, standing in the aisle. I grab the nearest pole to me. A man, a Candor sits on a seat reading a newspaper, his hands are scarred – they look like burn wounds.
"You know this guy?" He asks pointing to a picture in the article. The word murderer reaches me. The picture is of a young man with a beard. I know the man- I can't put a name to his face – but I have a bad feeling about telling this Candor.
"It could save me" So I nod.