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"Peter, isn't it?" A women in gray clothes asked him, with a worried expression. "You're too pale, do you need a glass of water?".
H"e glanced over at her slightly confused with her question before moving forward. "I'm fine, can we get through this quickly? I already know which faction I'll choose." Peter was being rude, but all this nonsense was driving him crazy, he was not nervous until the Abnegation woman led him to one of the ten rooms specifically used for aptitude tests. It was no ordinary room, it was separated from the other rooms by mirrors, like they wanted him to look at himself and see who he really was, not who he made himself to be his whole life. Or maybe the mirrors were only supposed to make him realize how terrified he was to find out the future, the fact that in the following day he would be betraying his family and first faction, everything he was taught to believe, all his old faction values, all this could vanish in seconds, with one single decision, a drop of blood and his life would make a 180 degree turn. "You should calm down Peter, this is quick and painless. Now could you please sit over there?" The woman pointed at the dentist-like chair with an odd machine next to it. It was strange, but he was feeling dizzy all of a sudden, an imperative urge to sit down and close his eyes took over him. It's ok, this will be easy and quick. I'm just tired of waiting.
She picked a couple of electrodes and asked for permission to tug one of them on his forehead. With a nod from him, she placed it on his temple and moved back to the machine. He was avoiding small talks, not because he was scared of what would come after that, but it was his best defense. The other electrode was tugged now on the Abnegation's forehead.
"You have to drink this. If you need anything, just let me know." All these selfless attitudes and concern over him weren't helping him calm down, it felt provocative, or at least he thought it was. He grabbed the vial, took a deep breath and drank the clear liquid that was in it. Suddenly everything went black.
He opened his eyes, afraid of what was about to come. But he was in the cafeteria, the one he was before entering the mirror room, but this time he was alone. A cold sensation traveled through his spine, he wasn't sure why, but he had a bad feeling about this. However, as soon as he spotted the snow flakes outside, his mouth curved into a vestigial smile. Focus, you have to focus! But the snow made him remember his childhood, a skinny raven-haired boy with eyes green as grass, building a snowman in the backyard of his house. Focus! Yet it wasn't his conscience, it was the woman, the one dressed in gray.
On the table in front of him were two baskets, one with a long blade knife and the other with a piece of cheese. He had a feeling he had to choose between both and without hesitation he grabbed the knife. A not so nice dog came to light growling furious and that was when caos settled in his head. Peter's heartbeat started racing like never before, Kill it, you have to kill it, now it wasn't the old lady trying to talk with him, it was his subconscious urging his body to move. He invested against the rabid dog with a cold strike, the dog, however, was able to avoid it, letting Peter adrift. The animal attacked him by digging his claws on the back of the young man and making him scream in pain. The boy turned around, his face radiating heat his anger unleashed, taking over all his instincts. The dog invested again but Peter pierced the blade, right through the dog's chest. He was now free from the beast but with a knot on his throat that prevented him from talking or producing any kind of sound. When he had to kill to survive he didn't hesitate, not because he was sadistic or cold hearted, instead his mind just went blank and his arms moved onto a fatal strike on the opponent.
The scenario changed and Peter was now on the train, sat next to an old man with gray hair, his black suit made it clear he was a Candor, and he was reading the newspaper. The old man shouted some random words, as if he was angry about something, it probably had something to do with what he was reading, but Peter ignored him. He didn't know why or to whom he was talking, and the next thing he knows is that other man is showing him the article he was reading "Do you know this man?". Peter doesn't usually talk with strangers and this would be no exception, he tried to stay quiet so he didn't denounce any kind of suspicion with his gestures. Candor people were able to detect when a person was lying by their actions, or minimal gestures, the other way around was harder. "Do you know this man, kid?" But he remained quiet and motionless, Peter wouldn't answer, instead he just stared at the floor. However, after repeating so many times the question, Peter decided to answer him. "No Sir, I've never seen him in my entire life." But he did knew him from somewhere, yet the only way to avoid the same question over and over again was lying, because telling the truth could lead to more questions and he didn't want to answer. Peter sat straight on the stool and rested his eyes on an old piece of paper on the floor, right in front of him. "You're lying!" said the man looking desperate. "You know him! Please tell me, this could save my life!". Breaking the trust of someone he knew wasn't something he would usually do, much less because of someone he didn't know, so he kept his word. "I'm not lying and I would appreciate if you didn't ask me any more questions, I don't know this man neither know you. So with all the respect." And again everything went black for awhile. It was rather curious the fact that Peter, who lived in Candor's community for sixteen years, was able to lie so easily, he had no problem lying and it didn't made him feel guilty. If his mother only knew what she raised, perhaps she wouldn't be so proud of her dear son.
Next scenario, it was launch time in school and Peter was standing by the exit door when a petite girl, who was holding a couple of notebooks against her chest, walked by him, accidentally shoving his shoulder and dropping the books. "Look your way, bookworm!" However, even after being insulted by him, the girl with piercing blue eyes, matching her blue dress and the ribbon on her silky blonde hair, asked him for help to which he answered "You must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to move a finger to help you. You were the one who hit me. You pick the books from the floor!" The girl locked her gaze on him one last time before the cafeteria vanished, turning now into a strange room with three men who didn't looked very happy to see Peter.
Their faces made him wonder why they could be angry to see him for he didn't remember doing anything wrong. A weapon was on a table some feet away from him and a key to a door behind him was right on his left, hanging on the wall. He had to choose, the smartest option would be grab the key and run away, but Peter made it otherwise. In his head he had to confront them a keep them front taking the key so he ran and picked the gun, holding it tight before firing at the men. The boy was no expert on it, but he wasn't bad either, he managed to hit the targets a couple times and after three blows, the room full of mirrors showed up again.
"Your test reports that the faction you belong in is the Dauntless." The Abnegation stated. Peter still wasn't able to open his eyes. The strong light above his him was blinding him, he could literally see stars over his head, he was pale and weak, but with enough effort he was able to sit up on the dentist-like chair.
"Do you need a glass of water with sugar Peter?" He still wasn't sure where he was, the lady sounded just like his mother and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. The fog in his vision didn't let him see clearly, but when he realized this wasn't his house and this woman wasn't his mother, Peter stood up and rubbed his eyes.
"No I'm fine, thank you. You said Dauntless, right?" With the lack of clear vision and conscience, Peter couldn't hear the result before she repeated at least three times.
"Yes, Dauntless was what I said boy."
"What do I do now?"
"You join your friends in the cafeteria and wait."
And with this, Peter made his way out of the room and returned to the Candor's table, sitting in front of Drew and Molly.
A/N: I've been without internet these past few days, so I couldn't upload sooner. Thank you for the reviews! They were very helpful! Enjoy this chapter :)
