Chapter 7:

Author's note: This fan fic contains references of my previous stories. This chapter is a little unrealistic, but it is the plot I want to go with. Hope you like it!

I had just left the home of the Factionless woman, Norma. I was on my way back to the Dauntless compound. However, I stopped to think. Something wasn't right? And I don't mean me being here. I mean, this world the way it is? All of this is out of place? What kind of survivors of a world war would not try to venture out into the world after their histories were lost? I need to get my hands on the Erudite database. But I could try that another night. Right now, maybe I could investigate the fence.

'There and back in a short time.' I thought.

I don't need to go back to the Dauntless compound right away. I ran toward the fence at vampire speed to the edge of the city. I ran through alleyways, broken roads, and residential neighborhoods of old houses until I got to the edge of the city and came to wide open country. I kept going until I came to what I assumed must be the fence. It was about twenty meters tall and covered in razor-wire. The fence was not electrified. A vampire could jump this easily, or break right through. If you ask me, it wasn't much of a defence from the outside. Even an innovative human could cleverly find a way in if they were pressed and had the right tools. Well, my logic has just revealed a clue to the secrets of the city; no one on the outside is being kept out, everyone on the inside is being kept in. But who would do that, and why?

I then returned my thoughts to the matter that I should be on my honeymoon right now and indulging myself in human pleasures with my Jacob! I growled with frustration!

"I SHOULDN'T BE IN THIS PLACE!" I shouted out loud. "WHY AM I HERE!?"

In irritation, with vampire strength, I kicked a boulder like a soccer ball and it exploded/shattered into a hundred smaller shards of rock. I was suddenly a mess of anxiety in this universe/timeline; I was feeling cabin fever, I felt trapped. I felt a disturbing 'caged' kind of feeling. I haven't felt this way since the Goa'uld Anubis kidnapped me six months ago. I ran my fingers through my hair in anxiousness.

Then I saw what appeared to be a bright white light. It illuminated the entire area around me. As it got closer, at first it looked like a cloud, and then it had what appeared to be loosely wavy white tentacles. It is an 'ascended-being'! An ascended-being is a creature who's DNA had evolved to the point of leaving their physical body and existing on a higher plane of existence as pure energy. I saw the Lutz of Esper Mansion turn into a ascended-being six months ago.

The ascended-being floated down to my level, and then the bright white light began to fade, it's gaseous fluidic state then started to change until it revolved into a solid form.

The Ascended-Being's form that it had taken was of a Native American man, with glossy black hair with some grey mixed into it, russet-tan to it's skin and exotic appearance. It was no man that I had ever seen before, but I knew that Ascended-Beings could take any form. It was not the form of Cornelius Percival, The Luts of Esper Mansion. But again, this could be any Ascended-Being taking any form. But what was it doing here? The Espers told me that Ascended-Beings weren't allowed to interfere, here, on what to the Ascended-Beings referred to as the 'lower-planes' of existence. No matter, maybe I will find out.

"Hello, Renesmee Cullen." said the Ascended man.

"Who are you?" I asked him directly.

"I was the last great spirit chief of the Quileutes," he spoke in the native language of the Quileutes, "I was the first wolf, the original wolf...I am Taha Aki."

What!? This was insanity. But then it occurred to me, according to the legend, Taha Aki disappeared and was never seen again. I suppose that it is possible, however unlikely, that sometime after he ran off as a wolf, he could have somehow found a way to ascend.

"I am the one who brought you here." said the Ascended man.

An ascended being who claims to be Taha Aki brought me here? Not what I was expecting...? But then on the other hand, now that I think of it, I don't know what I expected, or even if I expected anything in particular. And this could be some kind of deception; for all I know this could be Anubis in disguise. But no. The other ascended beings wouldn't allow Anubis to interfere like this...but then again, why would the other ascended beings allow this ascended being to interfere by bringing me here.

I decided that I would give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Taha Aki!?" I said in emotional response to his claim, I also spoke Quileute as I spoke to him. "I've heard the Quileute legends countless times. What happened to you? And if you did bring me here, you picked the worst possible timing! You freaking pulled me out of my wedding ceremony!"

"I am sorry." he said sounding sincere. "But I had to bring you here."

"Why?" I asked, still slightly annoyed.

"I know you must have many questions. And I will do my best. I believe your first question is, what happened to me when I left the Quileutes forever?

"The severed body parts of the Cold-Woman, had been thrown into the fire, and then after I lay beside the dead body my third wife for a day, I felt that I just couldn't stay with my people. There were too many memories that would hurt without her. I knew that my tribe was in good hands. I told my two young sons telepathically that I had to leave for my own selfish reasons because staying was too hard. They agreed to care for the tribe, and I left. Most of the time I was the only one in wolf form, so I was not often bothered by my sons thoughts.

"I wandered the Earth for over a hundred years. I both saw and did many things. Through inspiration of my experiences, I then imagined many unusual things and scenarios. I thought of the impossible being possible. I went into deep meditation, and learned to release my burden. And then, one day all of the collective minds of all of the ascended-beings in the Milkyway Galaxy, spoke to me telepathically. They told me inside my head that out of everyone in the whole galaxy, I was worthy. And then my physical body dissolved and I became pure energy. My mind became filled in that moment with infinite scientific knowledge and technical information on technology, I then possessed virtually unlimited psychokinetic powers. It was an amazing experience, far better than being a spirit-warrior."

I was fascinated. An ascended being was telling what it meant to be an ascended being.

"I believe that your next question was, why did I bring you here? That is a fair question. I interrupted your life at horrible timing. Well, I need your help."

"And what could an Ascended-Being possibly need from someone on the lower planes of existence?" I said in a voice of irritation at being brought here.

"I recently learned how to travel to other universes. A highly difficult gift for an Ascended Being. Out of curiosity, I explored the various 'alternate realities'. Many of them were interesting, while others were depressing. The different histories and primary events. Some things better, some things worse. But some of them I singled out and took a particular interest in."

He didn't say more.

"Go on." I prompted him.

"I am interfering right now." he said with a tone of concern. "I am walking a very fine line. If I cross that line, then the others will step in to stop me. What I have done so far and what I am doing right now is considered not so bad an infraction and they will not stop me, however if I do anything myself to interfere in this world, then they will stop me. The loophole is bringing you here. By pulling you out of your time and universe, bringing you to the future in this universe, and putting you into the body of Beatrice Prior and transforming Beatrice Prior's body into a vampire hybrid, then you may be able to influence the difference in this world."

"What difference in this world? What is it that you want me to do exactly?"

"There is a great wrong being done in this world. And many innocent people will die." he said. "I cannot tell you what it is. If I did, then that would be too big an infraction. I need you to figure out what it is on your own. I will help you along the way. I will shroud you from any audio or video surveillance around the city. But that is the limit of what I am allowed to do. When you have successfully affected the difference in this world for the better and save many innocent lives, then I will be able to transfer you back to your own body in your world."

I processed what he had said. I was appalled at this. I of course sympathize with the problems of the people in this world, but at the same time it was not my world. I have to worry about my own world and my own life.

"You pull me out of my wedding ceremony and drop me into this strange body in this strange world with no idea what is happening to me!" I said, indignant. "And you just expect me to do your dirty work for you because the others won't allow you to do it yourself? And now you won't even tell me exactly what I have to do! You know, I always thought better of you when I heard about you in the Quileute Legends. I guess that I was wrong."

"I am sorry that you think that way." he said with disappointment in his voice. "But the Renesmee Cullen that I have come to know from distant observation is full of compassion. She is someone who would leap to any challenge to help people in need. I know that you have donated much of your family's fortune to charity. That you have assisted a lot of people who have been bullied in the school yard. That you assisted in saving your world from destruction at the hands of a ruthless alien and uncontrollable vampire. I know that if you knew the details of what was happening in this universe right now, then you would not want me to just send you back. I think you would volunteer to do exactly what the Abnegation girl whose body you inhabit would want to do herself."

Damn! He was right. I don't even know what the problem is here in this world and I already feel like I can't just abandon them and not get involved. I am already involved, and I will not abandon the problem until I have solved it.

"Okay, fine." I said with reluctant resignation. "I will conduct an investigation and find out what is going on and I will do whatever I can."

"Thank you." he touched my shoulder and a ripple of light passed over me. "I have granted you the ability to turn yourself into a 'wolf in human form', so that your skin can from time to time be soft as human flesh, because as part of your cover here in this world, you will occasionally need to bleed."

Interesting. I attempted phasing like the rest of the pack. I felt the shudder, but of course I looked the same. My warm feverish skin no longer felt as hard as vampire skin. My skin felt soft as my Jacob's. I slit my arm with the edge body my fingernail and the skin spit open and gushed blood. The wound heal in one second.

It seemed like he was a out to leave.

"Wait! One more question," I urged, "is this an alternate reality, or just the future?"

"Both." he said. "This is not your universe, but is the future."

"And why did you transport me through time? Rather than just a different universe."

He paused for a moment before going on,

"It's complicated."

"Complicated for you?"

"No, not for me. Just too complicated for you."

"I think that I can keep up."

"Suffice it to say, this is the way things are. I will not explain further."

"And why me?"

"Why you what?"

"Why did you pick me for this task? Why me in my universe and not say, someone else in another universe."

"Suffice it to say, there are many alternate realities with many alternate versions of you. There are some universes where you were never even born."

That was an odd image to me.

"Only the things that you do not know is that in many of these alternate realities, you are not always like you are now, there are versions of you that are pure evil. There are alternate realities where you have become a ruthless dictator and have conquered the world."

I was disgusted at the idea.

"I would never do such a thing."

"Of course you wouldn't. That is exactly why I chose you and not another version of you that would."

That's made sense.

Is it also possible that this future is merely a reflection of the future in my universe.

It did not look promising.

"There is no saying that the future in your universe will be like this one." he said. "For now just try and focus on the task at hand. We will meet again. And good luck."

He then turned back into a flying glowing white cloud and vanished.

At vampire speed I headed back to the Dauntless compound and attempted to avoid the surveillance as I used vampire stealth and snuck back and bed. Though Taha Aki said he was shrouding the audio and video surveillance.

Okay, now I know why I'm here. I was basically kidnapped by an Ascended-Being and former and original werewolf who is supposed to be dead! Why!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? Why do I get myself into these situations!?

I went to sleep.


I was awoken by the sound of Four, calling to us from the door. My first instinct was to leap away from danger across the room at vampire speed, but I restrained myself.

We all awoke with a start and lifted our heads from our pillows while pushing our selves up with our arms and looked in his direction.

"I want you all in the pit!" he said in a loud firm voice. "Five minutes!"

We all got up. We quickly dressed in 4 minutes and had one minute for all 17 of us to rush through the hallway to the pit.

When we got to the pit, Four was there waiting with with another individual. The guy looked barely older than the rest of us, he was pierced all over his face and had tattoos all over his arms and neck. He had a hard look on his face as though he didn't like to ever use his friendly features.

"Good morning transfers. This is, Eric." said Four, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "He's one of the leaders. He will be standing beside me while I oversee your training during initiation. Training will begin soon. You will be allowed to eat breakfast first, but before then, we will go over basic instruction.

"You will train six days a week from 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. Other than that you can do or go wherever you want. Except, no initiate may leave the Dauntless compound without being escorted by a member.

"For the next few months you will go through two stages of training. Right now you are only initiates, at the end of Stage 2 you will become full members of Dauntless. First stage is physical; we will practice with guns and knives, we will exercise, run, jump, fight, and pretty much push your body to the breaking point until you master the arts of combat."

'That should be easy enough for me.' I thought to myself.

"Second stage of training, Mental; test your bravery and face your worst fears and conquer them. There are 45 of you in total, 28 Dauntless born initiates, and 17 transfer initiates."

He then pointed to the Dauntless born initiates across the room who where being given a lecture by the Dauntless woman, Lauren.

"You will be trained separately from the Dauntless born, but you will be ranked together."

"Ranked?" asked Christina, confused.

In response to Christina's question, Four, then directed us to a giant flat-screen on the wall that showed the names of all 45 initiates in alphabetical order.

"During training you will earn points." said Four. "Good strength, speed, skill, winning your fights, effort, dedication to training, etc. will earn you points. Losing your fights, and your skill's inability to gain any progress from training, and you will lose points. At the end of each day this score chart will indicate your placing of your score to the rest of your fellow initiates between 1'st place to 45'th place. If you rank low in the beginning, you will have plenty of time and chances to significantly improve your score before the end of Stage 1. Once you are in Stage 2 and you face your fears for the mental, you will again have plenty of opportunities there to improve your score before the end of Stage 2. At the end of Stage 2, you will be official members of the faction, and your final score will indicate what kind of jobs you will be able to get. Leadership, intelligence, guarding the fence, or keeping the Factionless from killing each other."

Factionless, killing each other? Is that what they think the Factionless do? Though, what do I know exactly? I only met one of them and she gave some indication of a leader who was planning a revolution.

"There are other jobs that are non law-enforcement," Four added, "such as becoming a tattoo artist, being a cook in the kitchens, janitorial, making weapons, running one of the shops in the market, and a variety of other jobs, but those jobs don't require any particular ranking."

"Why are we trained separately from the Dauntless born?" asked Peter.

"Because, just like you all have been training in your own factions for your entire lives to be initiates there, the Dauntless born have already been trained in combat for their entire lives. So, suffice it to say, they are way ahead of you."

'Obviously.' I thought.

The leader Eric stood up and stepped forward.

"The rankings will also determine who gets cut." Eric stated matter-of-factly.

"Cut?" inquired the Amity boy, who I had found out had changed his name when he got here and now called himself, 'Hunter', I don't know what his former name was. He probably thought the name Hunter, made him seem more macho and have his fellow initiates take him more seriously.

"At the end of Stage 1, those who don't rank in the top 30 on the score chart will be leaving us, and again at the end of Stage 2, the bar will be lowered, 'figuretively speaking' and then those who don't rank in the top 24 will leave us." explained Eric.

"To do what?" asked Al.

"Well, there's no going home to your families, so, you will live Factionless." they all paused for a few moments to process that with looks of concern on their faces.

I was in shock. It's unfair. These kids left their homes and families because they believe in the same ideals of the Dauntless, and now there is a chance they might not become members.

"Why didn't we already know that before we came here?" asked Will.

"It's a new rule." said Eric flatly, as though that should be reason enough.

"We should have known!" said Christina indignant.

"Why?" asked Eric, as though Christina's last statement was stupid. "Would you have chosen differently had you known the...'calculated risk'?"

I got the idea that if someone thought that you would have chosen differently gives you a very bad impression in the eyes of everyone else. I quickly decided to step in in Christina's defence.

"No, we would not have chosen differently." I said. "I believe that what my learned colleague means is that we should have been aware of all of the details of Dauntless initiation before the Choosing Ceremony in spite of the fact that we would have still chosen Dauntless either way." I carefully formed my tone of voice so that it indicated that I was sincere with my choice of words.

Eric looked at me with interest at my words.

"Fair enough, stiff." said Eric in a voice of explaining to make us understand.

I had come to learn that the word 'stiff', was another word for Abnegation, and that most of the Abnegations in the city were used to being called that.

"But for right now, the rules are what the rules are." said Eric. "And yesterday at the Choosing Ceremony, when you cut your hands and dripped your blood into the hot coals, what you were doing is you were symbolizing to everyone who was an eyewitness at the Choosing Ceremony, that you believe that you are one of us, Dauntless. And if you believe that you truly are one of us, then simultaneously it shouldn't matter to you that you might fail. You chose us. Now we get to choose you."

I could sense it, by the look on his face, the pheromones that his body was giving off, and the malevolent aura that his mind gave off; I did not like this guy. This guy was a liability to the peace of the city. I could just be grasping at straws here, but it could be that Taha Aki wants me to eliminate this guy from his position.

"Well," I continued, "I don't think that my friend Christina was arguing that you shouldn't get to choose us. I'm merely suggesting that if all 45 of us are good, then you should choose all of us."

I could immediately tell that he was irritated at me giving my opinions, but at the same time I think he wanted to win the argument.

"How do you figure that?" asked Eric in a tone indicating that he was trying to corner me because he didn't think that I actually had a counter argument to his question.

I decided to try a little reverse psychology on him.

"Well, let's look at it logically by a military standpoint." I said. "What you are trying to do is build an army, and an army is only as strong as its weakest link, and you are trying to weed out the weak links. Is that correct?"

He smiled and raised his eyebrow, the look on his face indicating that he thought I was conceding to his way of thinking.

"Yes, that is exactly it." said Eric.

"So, if by the end of Stage 2, only the 24 best get to become members, you feel that you have made the faction stronger by leaving out all of the weaker ones. Is that correct?"

"Yes." Eric responded smiling and nodding to what I said.

"Well here is the flaw in your method." I said. "Let's say that one year you get 39 initiates. Let's say 15 transfers, and 24 Dauntless-born. But of all 39 of the initiates, the 24 best aren't very good, then basically by the end of Stage 2 you have recruited 24 weak links. But this year if all 45 initiates are really good, then by the end of Stage 2 of this year's initiation, you haven't weeded out the week links, you simply unnecessarily discarded 21 strong links that are only marginally weaker than the guy in 24th place."

He looked at me closely with a look of disapproval on his face.

"You are awfully opinionated for a stiff." said Eric in a voice of arrogance, trying to get me to change the subject.

Ignoring his statement I continued. "I am not arguing that you shouldn't weed out the weak links. I'm merely suggesting, just don't throw someone away if they are not weak."

"Your logic is sound." Eric conceded. "But we're going to stick to rooting out the weak links our way. And if you want to make it into 24th place by the end of Stage 2, then I suggest that you win your fights."

He then scrutinized my host's short, skinny body.

"And by the looks of you you will be sitting in 45th place right up until the end of Stage 1, because it doesn't look like you were going to be able to win a single fight."

He then turned to walk away. His last remark indicating a tone of finality to the conversation.

"I bet I could beat you in a fight." I said out loud, barely quieter than normal volume.

Every single person in the entire Pit stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction, jaw agape, as though I had said something totally outlandish.

Eric stopped and looked back at me.

"What did you say, stiff?" said Eric, his tone clearly indicating that he had heard what I said but he wanted me to repeat it louder.

I looked at him with a show of benign rebellion.

"I said, I bet that I could beat you in a fight." I said much louder and slower.

"Are you serious?" Eric asked in a tone of arrogance. "Is that a challenge?"

I get the idea from the looks on everyone's faces all around me that Eric hardly ever loses a fight and that people do not like to fight him. I figured out this guy's personality by our conversation, he's a bully, which makes him a coward, he probably doesn't even like other people to fight him, he just intimidates them so that they won't.

"Yes," I said, "that is a challenge."

He pointed towards the big square raised platform in the middle of the pit.

"In the ring!" he ordered. "This won't take long. We fight until one of us can't continue. No one concedes."

"Wait." I cut them off. "What do you say we make this more interesting." I said with a maniacal smile.

"What do you suggest?" asked Eric.

"Since you are so sure that you will win, I don't think that you should have to put up with me anymore after this fight. The loser becomes factionless."

Eric smiled with the arrogant smile of the big tough schoolyard bully that he was.

"Agreed." said Eric.

I took off my jacket and T-shirt so that I was in just my pants and tank top. I then pulled out a rubber band and tied my hair back in a ponytail as we both got into the ring.

We both raised our fists.

"Wait." I stopped him once more. "I would like every single person in this room to act as Dauntless witnesses to hold the loser to their honor, that they will leave the Dauntless Compound and become factionless, which ever one of the two of us the loser will be."

Every single person in the room agreed.

"And we need a referee who will be fair and impartial to decide when the loser is no longer capable of continuing." I requested.

An older woman with green and purple streaks in her hair, and a tattoo of a King-cobra on her neck stepped up beside us.

"Anything else?" asked Eric, clearly irritated by the constant interruptions.

"Yes." I said. "You don't pull my hair and I won't yank out your facial piercings. Agreed?"

"Fine." he agreed.

Our referee then signaled for us to begin.

He wasted no time coming straight at me as fast as he could. Apparently he didn't want to waste any time, or draw this out, or play with me. He just wanted to end this quickly. Fair enough. I can work with that.

He threw a punch at me and I dodged at human speed and then kicked him in the chest. I didn't kick him hard enough to break his rids or make him go flying across the room. That would've given me away. But he staggered back and had difficulty breathing as I clearly knocked the wind out of his lungs. I moved in fast and tripped him, then I hit him on the ground, matching approximate human strength but stronger than him, again and again. He reacted quickly trying to get up and grabbed hold of me but I kept moving away from his fingers, he couldn't get a hold of me. I kept kicking him again and again.

I stepped back and allowed him to get back onto his feet, but he was clearly disoriented. He was bleeding in several places but I didn't allow the smell of the blood to distract me.

I could tell that by normal human standards he was a very strong man, and by the use of his moves, he was a very good fighter, but even the strongest master martial-artist in the world can't stand up to the weakest vampire. I aimed a few more punches and kicks at some vital areas and the fight was over in less than a minute.

In that moment, Eric went against our agreement and yanked hard at my ponytail and I felt one of the roots sever from my scalp, but I didn't worry about it. Eric was on the ground covered in blood and bruises and unable to get up.

I looked at our referee for instructions as I lifted my fist to hit him again even though he was on the ground not getting up, and I raised my eyebrow prompting her.

"Eric is unable to continue." said our referee.

A few of the other dauntless helped Eric to his feet. He groaned as he tried feebly to lift his head as his limp body slumped under the grip of his two friends holding him under his armpits. He had a look of hatred on his face as he looked at me.

Four then stepped forward and stood beside the referee. The two of them then gestured around to the the large crowd of eyewitnesses.

"I believe that in order for the entire faction to uphold the honor of Dauntless, the loser is now required to pay the terms of the betting-wager." said the referee.

Eric stood up on his own feet and shook off the two Dauntless holding him up and he limped away.

When he was out of earshot. Everyone cheered and patted me on the back. People started complementing me.

"That was awesome, Nessie."

"No one has ever stood up to him like that before."

"How did you beat him?"

And it went on for another minute. I couldn't help but smile at myself in gloating satisfaction. But then Four stepped in.

"Alright everyone!" Four called for attention. "That's enough! Transfers initiates go to breakfast and and then report to the gymnasium for physical-exercise."

The crowd began to disperse.

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