Join, Or Die

by Darlingtondapper

Beginning with a test, and ending in fragility, Danniel Blue's sense of reality is warped to where her ideas, and beliefs change along with it. Supposing to be virtually fearless begins to chip at her sanity. The ones in her faction become her enemies, rules are bent, and blood is shed. Right and wrong cannot always be the only paths, and someone will suffer for it. (Discontinued)

1. Study Of The Mind

-Study Of The Mind-

The blood lust look in her eyes told me all. A normal Erudite wouldn't look that way. The fool Amity beside me tried to capture my attention with a snap of her fingers, but I was too zoned, too spaced out to take up notice. Her next brilliant idea was to yank mercilessly on my earring, shooting pain through my ear. My hand flew up to check the damage.

As no blood was pouring from my throbbing earlobe, I rubbed it affectionately and shot a warning glare to Liea Ann Toll, red splattered, smile creator. "What the hell, Lie?" I barked, voice dipping low. "You were staring again, Blue," I daresay, I did not follow first name orders. "It was a bit strange." Lie tapped her fingertips together, steepled, trying not to flare any sort of anger. I sighed through my nose, shoulders heaving with an invisible burden. "Lie, you're not even supposed to be here. You're supposed to converse with the Amity's, not the Dauntless'." She sighed too. It was cloudy, but we still sat beside each other in the dark gray dining hall.

Lie was sixteen, as was I. I'd been it for two weeks now, and on mandatory schedule, and for essence of ease, they had brung up twenty five sixteen year olds from the factions. Five from each. Darrlyn grinned at me from across the table. His arms were scribbled in black, and his ears poked with silver beads. Dauntless by heart and blood.

"I don't even know if I like being Amity..." Liea mumbled. I patted her shoulder gently and crossed a booted leg over the other. Black was boring sometimes... My mind drawled. Should you change? I had always felt a sense of pride that came with being born into Dauntless, but the thought continued to linger unwelcomely in my head.

It shattered as thick words bounced around the space in my head. Only my head. Danniel Blue. Dauntless. That was my name, and I told my table quietly to hush and let me go.

How was this different than any other type of test? I sighed, trying to hail the pounding in my chest, and laughing nervously at the black clad lady who pretended to be my guide. "Nervous?" She prodded. "No." I said with finality. She laughed back.

It wasn't different, and as I entered testing, I touched the white walls in my off blue jumpsuit. Standard issue. During the course of time, the test had changed, but the message remained the same.

Survive the test with your wits, the mind test spoke. Your time starts now.