April 7th, 3015. (Safe POST 0807215005) Subject: Project | Arckenson

Age: 18

Being: XTRM DNGR

Tree Line: No Surviving Relatives (Parent's Deceased)

Current Guardian's: Andrew Prior | Natalie Wright/Prior

Faction: Abnegation

The Beginning

Blue Eyes

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CHAPTER |

I woke up. I hyperventilated. That was the third nightmare I had this week. Same short story, I would be running, then jump scares, and just an odd one where I would be writing, in like, an older version of me, and then demons would start screaming 'Give Us Back the Keys!'

I flopped helplessly back and nearly hit my head against the wall. Today was a flashback day. I couldn't remember anything, but every movement I made I could remember doing the same thing before I came. The fact that my heart was beating so loud I could feel it in my brain, it was overwhelming.

"Celestine! Celestine!?" I heard my mother yell. She needed help. Her arms were crippling again. I hopped out of bed, night dress, messy hair and all, and ran to her bedroom.

"Celestine, your father left already, I can't reach them." She panicked, as she looked to the nightstand to the left of her.

"Mom, it's OK. You're OK." I opened the pill bottle and took out a vibrant blue pill with a white stripe around it. I got a glass of water, set it down, and propped her up. I tilted her head back and dropped the pill in, and poured out sip of water. I watched her throat as she swallowed. She slowly started to calm down. I looked down, and saw her hand shaking.

"Did you not go to Dr. Oradi last week?" I couldn't help but ask. He had notified her that a shot came in that would stop the spasm from coming for year's.

She sighed. "I had a meeting with the leader's. I rescheduled, but the spasm came early I guess." She chuckled.

'Why do you make light of these things?' I wondered. I sighed and shook my head.

She held my hand. "Can you go get Agness ready? And wake Caleb up please." She asked.

I glanced at her frail body. Pretty soon, the med's would kick in and she'd look good as new.

"Sure." I smiled.

"Get your butt up Caleb! If you don't wake up, you're going to ruin your perfect attendance service thingy!" I yelled in his ear.

"Geez! I'm up! Don't you dare flip my mattress like you did last time…" He warned me, groaning from the sunlight and joy I brought in.

I ignored his complaining. "Or what? You're gonna release you're immense powers of somewhat offensive vocabulary on me?" I laughed and walked out of his room, and walked down the hall.

I opened the door that was labeled in sparkly pink letters 'Agness', and saw a little body hurled up in a giant wad of comforter on the bed. God. She sleeps like a dead person.

"Hey Aggy Beth, wake up." I whispered in her small ears.

There was a moan, a moment of silence, and the hyper little creature went "HUH?"

"Yeah HUH! Why aren't you up? You're going to be late for school." I informed her, whisper yelling.

"It's Monday?" She asked, as if she just noticed her Scruffy stuffed dog had been thrown into the sink's incinerator. Jesus, are those tear's?

"Yeah…" I whispered. "Look I know you hate Mondays, but you got to go to school. It's the law." I made a pouty face along with her, so she believed I felt sympathy. "Come on. Get dressed and I'll do your hair." I said.

I walked to my room and locked the door. I got dressed into my grey dress, an official 'outfit'. It was late winter, so I put on my wool over poncho, a scarf, and finger cut off gloves. I usually don't look in the mirror, but I did. Every time hope filled, maybe any time I remembered, but I was greeted by a almost unnoticeable gasp from myself. Every day when I was a kid, I had hoped that somehow that scar on my face would go away, but it didn't. It started on the corner of my eyebrow, slanting away as it went down my cheek, onto my neck and down to the far right of my collar bone. It wasn't a thick gnarly one, it was kind of thin, only about two millimeter's in width. If I turned my head a little bit, you can't even see it. A lot of the Abnegation leader's, along with my father, thought I had an amazing resemblance to Johanna Reyes. I had never met the woman, but if she's the leader of the Amity, she's definitely not like me. I ignored my somewhat disgust, and braided my hair in a french braid, the twirled it to make a bun. I looked down and put on my shoes. I sighed at looked in the mirror one more time. My mother told me I was one of the prettiest girls in the division. She only brought up my scar once, saying that it made me look strong. I disagreed.

I walked out, and went after Agness.

"I've got a rat's nest!" I heard her yell in her room.

I rolled my eyes. I found her in the corner of her room in front of her mirror trying to comb her hair.

She gestured to the comb sticking out of her hair, blocked by a knot when she saw my reflection. I shook my head.

"You need to stop saying that. Who even told you anything about rat's nest's"?" I asked as I walked over.

"That mean girl Kylie told me I had one, after the storm on Friday, with all that wind blowing. Then she yelled the same thing to me when Brenda was trying to braid my hair, and she needed a comb." She pouted.

"Well, Kylie is a Candor brat. And she needs to shut her mouth, because every girl gets a knot in her hair once in a while." I said while sliding the comb out, and getting on my knees to comb her hair. I could see a sly grin spreading on her face in the corner of my eye.

"You got to start at the bottom, and work your way to the top. Don't pull, or it'll rip your hair out, okay?" I told after I finished. "Mmkay." I heard her mumble. I reached my hand around her and pulled a rubber band off her wrist, and held the tip between my two front teeth as I twisted her hair up.

Once I was done, I skipped down stairs to the kitchen. Caleb was already eating breakfast, so I got Agness's and my lunch ready. After they were packed, I knew that kid loved sugar cereal and egg's. Damn, she made her own 'Egg Thursday', because she can't have them everyday. I poured an over sized bowl full of granola, with dried fruit, with a little bit of pure Cain sugar. The kind that has a tanish tint to it. And left the milk in a cup for her to pour. Not enough time to cook egg's. Poor girl.

"Agness! Come and eat!" I yelled.

She came stumbling down, in her puffy coat, and screeched over to her bowl of cereal. I watched in awe for a few minutes as she scarfed it down. I shook my head, and saw Caleb in the corner of my eye silently laughing.

"Are you finished?" I asked after a few more minutes.

"Almost!" she dipped the bowl and gulped down the rest of the milk. "All done." She smirked.

"Good. Caleb's going to the 7:30 bus, but we girls gotta go to the 7:00 a.m one." I explained to my sister.

"NO FAIR! He's a boy! He's the man of the house when dad's gone! He should go early!" she debated while Caleb looked pleased with himself.

"Hey, I agree with the 'he's a boy' thing, but he is so not a man." I choked the last part out as a laughed.

"HEY! That is so not true! I'm 3 inches taller than you anyway! And it's not like you're a little girl. You could pass for a 20 year old if you wanted too. That means you can take care of yourself." He complained.

"Man! Are you gonna be feisty when you hit puberty!" I sarcastically scolded him.

"You're dead!" he said in his little 'attempt to deepen voice' voice.

I jumped over the counter to get out of his reach. I set my feet down and backed into the far of the wall counter's and put my finger up, like a gun or something, threateningly. "Nah-ah! You can't hit a girl! Let alone a woman! Not like you can even punch anything in the first place..."

"Celestine, hitting is not allowed in this home. And Caleb, watch your temper." Natalie soothed, as she walked down the stairs like a new person.

"Mommy!" Agness ran over to hug her. She could barely get her puffy arms around her with that jacket. If someone threw her off a cliff, she'd be prepared.

"Aggy, kiss mom goodbye, and get your book bag. We gotta go." I reminded her.

"Kay, MWAH!" she left her embraces and grabbed her book bag under the shelf near the front corridor.

I grabbed my bag and a blood red apple and tossed it in my hand like a baseball, and when mother turned her head, I slapped Caleb's thigh.

"OWa!" he started laughing and wrinkled his nose at me.

Agness and I giggled as we walked out the door hand in hand, and then came the flashback.

"Okay, Eris. We gotta go out again. We went over this before, so, like I said, never touch these unless we run into tracker's or Zeke's, okay?" the man knelt down, and pointed to several syringes and a jagged edged blade attached to her belt. She had a small blade strapped to her thigh, and her arms, ankles, and gloves were wrapped in duct tape.

"I know. Weapon's are precious, don't use if unneeded. Right?" The little girl nodded in curiosity.

The friendly man smiled and picked her up. "Yep. Just follow the special rules, and we'll be okay sweetie." He said as he unlatched a lock on a door, and walked out with her in his arms.

I felt a shake go through my body. Agness stared at me when that happened. I just smiled at her, and she returned it. As she looked away, my face fell from the fake smile, and into a constricted form with wide eyes.

'I wish that would stop happening..." I pleaded inside.

Bus 14020 was riding up in the distance, and we ran up to the bus stop, where other children were waiting, including some other teenagers my age. I could just see it on their faces that they had already decided what faction they were going to choose, no matter what their test said.

"Agness! Celestine! Can I sit with you?" our neighbor, Aaron asked. He was Agness's age, and they were friends. I noticed Aaron's older sister didn't offer a seat with her.

"Sure, kid. Just don't blabber about your collector item's you find in alley's, okay? Sorry but, to be honest, it's really annoying." I made the deal.

Aaron smiled. "That's what Jessica say's all the time! But okay..." and then him and Agness were jabbering on about an art project they were working on. Then dread filled into me as I saw Gale Leroy out of the corner out of my eye. What's today's insult?

"Hey C. Butt!" he yelled. How the hell did he find out my middle name? He can't even pronounce a simple name either.

"Hey shit-face! And it's Beth, not Butt. Do you need hearing aid's old man?" I shot back.

"Oh, come on! You got to admit that was a little funny, Soda." He teased me, as he put his head on my shoulder from behind me.

"In your little la-la land. And stop calling me Soda. And get off of me." I shrugged my shoulders violently.

"Ow!" he yelped and laughed as my shoulder hit his nose bridge. "But you're just like one though…" he whined.

"A Soda? Like heck. Name one reason if your so sure."

"You know... a soda!" he stuttered while I smirked, "Cause' you're always like, you know, all bubbling over. Like, *giggle-giggle-giggle*" he said as he was making wave movements with his hands, and grinning like an idiot. I hit him.

"I am not like a soda! If anyone's like that, you are!" I debated. A few of the other kids had been listening to our conversation, and most of them were nodding their heads, agreeing with me.

"And anyway, only Erudite has those in their compounds. How would you know about those?" I ask him.

"Erudite newspaper's." He said, dragging the last syllable along. What?

"And?" I say, knowing that's not the real answer.

"They BRAG!" he exclaim's, with his arm's thrown up.

"About fizzy drink's?!" I say with disbelief.

"Yes." he say's with a plain face.

"God, you know why your like a soda?" I challenge him.

"Why." He raises his eyebrow's.

"Because if people have too much of your giddiness and idiocy, they want to burp and throw up." I made a deal-with-it face.

Everyone who had been listening in burst out laughing with me after Gale made this retarded stunned face. He tried to bear hug me, and I could tell he was holding back an urge to somehow suffocate me.

Bus 14020 pulled up, so I yelled "Shorties sit up front!" I heard sigh's and almost every elementary kid 'Aw!'. There were only about 15 of us, so a lot of the bus was clear for seats, but it looked more crowded since everyone was scattered. The older kids and teenagers stood up and hung on the railing. I was near the front and I was standing a seat back of where Aaron and Agness sat. We passed a few buildings, and a few blocks until up ahead I spotted specks of black.

People.

What were Dauntless doing in the Abnegation division? Were they on patrol? Let's just hope they don't think about going on the bus. We rode closer. And of course, as if they read my mind, they waved their hands 'stop' at our bus.

Oh dear God.

It's not like anybody was hiding anything, I just never liked the idea of people in black with guns, and tazers, and knives, especially if most people called their division crazy. They're probably just going to do a random search, or ask the driver something. Not likely that they'll ask for a ride.

Our bus stopped at the corner of Mitchell Flyer, near a local trading house. A guy, who looked a little older than me, stood near the opened doors and talked to the driver.

"Our truck broke down. Another group is coming to pick it up. We're gonna have to have you take us to the North-West post." He nodded at the end of his sentence.

The driver nodded his head, and loaded the location onto his route. The guy climbed a step inside and peered in at whom else was on the bus. His eye's wandered looking at the children who were scattered, and I could tell he noticed there was a bit of room in the back.

When his gaze landed on me, he squinted a little. I noticed his eyes were dark. Not black, but blue. He reminded me of someone. I guess he figured I was trying to recognize him, because he turned around and ordered the rest of his group on the bus. I turned away and didn't care to look at the other Dauntless people walking past me, to the back.

A lot of them stood up, holding onto the poles, but the ones who sat, had larger pistols, AR 15's, they held in front of them, and kept the muzzle pointed down.

A boy who looked 17, freshly out of initiation, stepped in. I could feel the cockiness of this kid in the air, and apparently so did Gale.

Gale leaned up near his window and looked at me with concern. The boy had one of the pistols. I thought he would head for the back, like most of the others, but I was wrong. He stopped a few feet away from me, and looked down at Agness and Aaron.

"Get up." The boy said.

Aaron looked nervous and uncertain, but Agness said "No."

I applauded inside. The way she said it, she was mimicking the arrogance and brat attitude that teen had. But, had that girl forgotten that this kid was three times bigger than her, AND had a gun?

Gale stood up in his seat, and I stood up a little bit straighter.

"Are you deaf, or just stupid? I said get up Stiff's." he leaned in a little closer. His hands were fidgeting in an angry way around the outer barrel, near the trigger. I pulled my way in front of him, put my hand to his chest, and nudged him away while saying "Get away from them."

I didn't push that hard, but he had to grab on to a seat handle to catch his fall. Drama Queen. Recovered from his shock, he got up, and came close within a few inches of me. I'm not short, I'm actually taller than most girl's, so I'm not really afraid of taller men, but he looked mad…

I saw Gale in the corner of my eye, climbing over the person who sat next to him and coming up to the front.

God, the guy's breath stank. "Oh so now we got stiff's getting a little violent, huh?"

"I didn't know Pansycakes are so cocky these days." I said with wonder. "There's plenty of room on the bus." I informed him with a tone.

He got so close his chest was an inch away from mine. "You do know why we got to sit down, right?" he said with a threat somewhere in his voice.

"If you want to sit down, go sit in the back!" I raised my voice. Gale was coming up, and he grabbed the guys arm and pulled him away from me, causing the Dauntless kid to bang his head into a pole. The guy tried to swing at him, but Gale grabbed his arm and twisted it, making the guy look like he was playing a painful session of how low can you go. And that's when I saw the kid reaching for his gun.

I screamed a warning. "Gale!"

Someone pushed me out of their way, and grabbed the Dauntless kid by the neck, and pulled him back down, slamming him to the floor. It was the guy who stopped the bus. The kid whined, as the other guy yanked him up by his hair. He unstrapped his gun, and took it away from him.

"Get your ass to the back of the bus Preston, before I make you walk back to Dauntless headquarters!" he yelled in his face. A quick flash of him shooting the kid to death went through my mind but I shook it away before that sly grin spread on my face.

Obediently, the asshole walked to the back of the bus, giving a dirty look to Gale as he walked by. The Dauntless members stared wide eye'd at Gale and I, as if they had never seen an Abnegation raise their voice, or show violence before. I noticed a few nasty faces from some of the people in black, along with some of faces of my fellow Abnegation glaring at Preston.

Gale sat down to the seat next to mine, grabbing his rib cage, where the other kid might have hit him. I sighed and looked down, and turned to go back to my original standing place. Before I could, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the Dauntless guy who had yelled at JerkFace back there.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I pushed his hand off of my shoulder. "I'm fine..." I saw he was looking strictly at the right side of my face, apparently not noticing there wasn't any 'recent' wound. I glared at him, once I noticed he was staring at my scar. His shoulder's sank down when he saw my reaction, and stepped back. He looked me up and down with a swift glare, and gave me an unreadable look. Guess he didn't like me. Rude, much?

He turned around, and looked ahead. I took my original place and did the same as him. Once all the fuss went down, the bus started up, and I heard a *click-click* sound. Seat belt straps zapped up in front of me, and Agness and Aaron turned around and had their knees on the seat, their eyes staring at me while half of the faces were being covered by the back of the seat, because they were both so small. I could see that the Dauntless man had turned around a bit and looked at us.

Agness stood up, and reached her hand out toward me. I took it, and slid my thumb over the top of her fist a few times, and smiled at her. She looked at Aaron.

"What's a pansycake?" they asked.

Gale smiled wickedly and took this as an opportunity to teach them a few word's. "A Dauntless term for coward or pus-" he started.

"Gale. Shut up." I said. He did.

"Turn around, and put your seat belt's back on now, okay?" I told them both. They giggled and did as I said.

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