AN: So I want to clarify that the Peter in this story is very different than the one in the book and this is set several years before Marcus Eaton's birth. OC form at the bottom

I sit there in silence and Lily and Raven go back to their debate. Today's topic seems to be Lily's hair. It's a curly bright red mass that sticks out in all directions. She tried to tie it back once, but it broke the ribbon. Her hair compliments her violet eyes perfectly. She's intimidating. She stands around six feet and nine inches tall. Her twin, Peter, or Pete as I call him, is even more intimidating than she is. He's six foot eleven with white hair and yellow eyes. He was born without feeling in one of his legs and has to use crutches all the time.

Parker keeps glancing at me worriedly and undoing and redoing the braids in his white-blonde hair. He's sort of like the "mom" of our group. He cares about all of us a lot.

An Erudite woman stands in the front of the room and clears her throat. She looks vaguely familiar. Honey blond hair, blue eyes and a cold, stern expression.

"It's Wendy," Whispers Peter as if he read my mind. Wendy is peter's sister who is ten years older than him. He has five older sisters including Lily. All of them have transferred so far.

"We will now be calling people to take their test. Two of you from each faction will go at a time." She then proceeds to call out the first ten names. Peter and Lily are called in the third group. When they return to the table Lily is grinning and Peter is deep in thought. A few groups later Parker is called. He returns looking pale, shocked, and unsteady. After him, Raven goes. He comes back looking the same as before. Then Oak is called. He winks at me and grins then leaves. When he comes back he isn't smiling anymore. He's in a daze. It's my turn now.

I slowly stand up and follow the others to the testing rooms. I'm ushered into one by a young, plump abnegation woman with rosy cheeks. She introduces herself as Marianne and I reply with my own name. I sit in the strange chair and Marianne begins hooking wires up to me. I shudder. I have no idea what these wires will do, and that scares me.

"Don't be afraid dear. It's doesn't hurt, I promise." I give her a small stiff nod. She eventually finishes and hands me a vial with a clear liquid. "Drink this. I can't tell you what it does, but it shouldn't hurt you." I hesitantly take the vial and put it to my lips, mentally preparing myself for whatever comes next, and drink the liquid.

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I wake up in what looks like the cafeteria. In front of me is a table with a knife and a piece of cheese.

"Choose." Drones a woman's voice. I won't question it. I look at the knife and cheese and weigh my options. I eventually decide on the knife. The table disappears and I hear the snarling of a dog behind me. I whirl around just in time to move out of its way. The dog turns and begins to approach me. I really don't want to stab it. I look it straight in the eyes.

"Calm down." the Canine's step falters. "Sit." The animal complies. I reach out a tentative hand to touch the dog. It allows me to pet it. It seems loveable. Too bad none of this is real.

I hear a sickeningly familiar voice, "Now now little brother. A pet is a big responsibility. I don't think you can handle it." Brandon. Not real. Not Real. I keep telling myself, but I'm frozen in terror. In his hand he holds a gun. He raises it to point it at the dog and pulls the trigger. Without a second thought I push the dog out of the way and get hit myself.

I jolt awake in the testing room. I'm covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

Marianne stares at me for a moment then says, "Your mind somehow manipulated the simulation. I didn't program your brother into it."

"W-what about my result?"

She goes quiet and looks around nervously then replies, "They were... uh... inconclusive"

"What does that mean?! Do I have to go live with the factionless?!"

"Oh no dear nothing like that. You're Divergent. That means you have virtues of multiple factions."

"Which factions?!"

"Well most Divergents only have virtues of two or three factions... but you... you're unique... You're evenly split between all five."

"What?!"

"I'm sorry dear. But, your Divergence is dangerous. The leaders see people like you as a blip in the system, a threat to the perfection. You can't ever tell anyone. Not even your family." She begins unhooking the wires and things. "I'll report your result as Candor."

"But now how will I know what to choose?!"

"I don't know dear."

I put my face in my hands trying to process everything. It's entirely my choice. I hope I choose the right one.

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