A/N: Okay so this note is going to be a little angry.

I'm not sure if some of our readers understand this but WE HAVE LIVES TOO! I don't know what you think but I don't spend my days lounging around on the couch. I have school from 7-4 and play practice to 5:30, by the time I get home its 6, at which point I have to eat dinner and then do homework. I mamash have 1 hour of free time which I use to de-stress from school. 64 has a little more time because she is a night owl but I need my sleep. I know I haven't updated a single one of my four open fanfictions for months, I'm sorry, but I've been really busy, and maybe I'm just not in the right mood for writing. I totally love it when you like our story and want us to update, but insulting us and cussing us for not updating every single day is too far. If you like our story, then you should be willing to wait for us to update.

Anyways, onto the show.

Avigayil:

For the few hours before the actual fear landscapes begin I lie in my bed, staring at the top bunk, slipping in and out of consciousness. What will be in my landscape? Will I be the same again?

A hand grips my shoulder and I am jerked out of my daze. I turn towards the pale but smiling face of Sivan,

"Get ready. The Dauntless borns have begun their landscapes."

"Shit. What if I'm not ready?" I ask. Sivan rolls her eyes.

"Your scores were high in stage one and two. You have nothing to worry about."

I grunt, and roll out of bed. Sivan and I are the only ones in the dorm so I yank some clothes out of my drawer to change into. I peel my shirt and pants off. I pull on shorts and a sports bra. I skip the shirt, sweat is already rolling down my back.

"Let's go." I mumble.

The roof of the pit is clouded with the feet of pretty much all the members of Dauntless. My legs stiffen as I climb up the steps as if I'd stepped on a rusty nail and developed tetanus. I'm scared. I really am. My divergence doesn't comfort me at all. Everyone here is aware of the simulation. Everyone has the same chances as me. I'm average.

At the top there are a two rows of chairs near the front for the initiates but all have been taken up. There is a room where all the leaders sit, with electrodes connected to their heads obviously watching the landscape. The four trainers stand right outside that door.

And then there is the door to the actual fear landscape room. It is closed. There are to screens above it, one showing the heartbeat of the initiate, and one showing footage of the initiate, Shoshie, inside. At least the entire faction doesn't get to see my fears.

I go and stand by Dovid, who is with the rest of the initiates. His face is grim. When he sees me, he forces a smile on his face, and takes my hand, but doesn't offer a joke, very unlike him. The seriousness of the situation is getting to him. Sivan and I are the last initiates to arrive. Yaakov sees me, and waves,

"Put on a shirt." He shouts to me.

"Fuck you, a sports bra is a shirt." I roll my eyes at him.

"You are such a whore."

I stick two special fingers in the air just for him.

I place my back against the wall and slide down until I am on the floor, my head between my knees. I don't lift my head up, even when I wish my friends good luck as they get called up one by one. At some point in time Dovid sits by me and holds my hand, but I don't speak. I am too nervous.

"Avigayil!" calls Tris from her place in front of the crowd. I unwillingly get up and stretch. I don't register my feet moving towards to room.

I find myself looking into Eric's greasy, pierced face, while he readies the needle.

"You ready?" he asks, with his eyebrow up.

"No, but do I have a choice?"

"No."

He sticks the needle into my carotid, and I stand alone in this dank, brick room waiting for the serum to take effect.

I open my eyes in a lush green forest, filled with underbrush. My blood runs cold.

"It had to start with ticks? Really?" I shout, but all I hear in reply are the birds chirping. "fuck just get this over with."

I grab a handful of bracken, and turn it over. As much as I wanted to be brave and deal with the ticks I shriek as I see their spiderlike bodies on the plant. They swarm me, and panic wells up inside me like a balloon. They cover my body like scales and I tense, falling to the ground with a thud. It's not real. It's all in your head. I take a deep breath and let the ticks bury into me.

In the next situation I am in the dorm room alone. The door opens and Ioni walks in. even after death he haunts me, and I don't think it will ever stop.

"You thought you could escape me."

"Get away from me."

"But you never will."

I whimper. I've never felt more helpless in my life than when Ioni attacked me. But this time I am ready. I am not a helpless kitten anymore. I am a fearless tiger.

I've grown since Ioni.

I can face him.

I'm ready.

When he lunges at me I dodge. He can't touch me I am too fast. I am too strong. This time he is the kicked puppy.

The fear has faded before I know it.

In the fear I am in the barber chair.

I am supposed to figure out what my fear is really about and destroy it at its root. This fear is about not being beautiful, not feeling accepted. The cure is confidence.

I am more than my hair. The people who really care about me, Dovid, Yaakov, Shahar, don't care whether I have hair or not.

Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

I get through this fear with a smile on my face.

I find myself in darkness as a spotlight flashes on a cage with my sister in it. My heart constricts when the giant black hellhound comes out. I just need to bust my sister out.

Easy.

But it is, because I'm stronger than the wood of the cage. I grip a bar between my hands and yank. It creaks, but I pull harder.

The wood is soft

The wood is bendable

The wood will break

And it does into a million splinters. I am able to slip in, grab my poor little sister and get out.

As soon as I take a breath I am in a stark white room.

All my friends are lines up in front of me.

"Where am I?" I am unfamiliar with this fear. They smirk and exchange glances.

"Tell me what's going on."

They just continue smirking.

Tris opens a door and walks out. The rest follow until it is only me and Yaakov left.

"Goodbye Avigayil."

"What? Where are you going?"

He leaves with a blank face, and the door disappears behind him. I am left alone in a bare room with no door or windows. It reminds me of the last Olympian when Hades threw Percy into jail. That was all a mistake right? Nico never wanted Percy to get imprisoned. Nico loved Percy. My loved ones would never leave me here. Nico didn't.

Silly, Nico and Percy aren't real. Just fictional characters.

But I am scared. Why would they just leave me? Don't they care about me at all? I am completely and utterly alone, in solitary confinement, like a crazy.

Maybe I am insane.

I am afraid that people don't care about me, so I just have to believe they would never leave me. They wouldn't right?

This fear is surprisingly hard to overcome.

But I can do it.

I am now neck deep in water. Funny I thought about this fear a lot over the week we had to prepare. I'm afraid of what I don't know.

So I just have to know what's in the water.
Creepy slimy things begin to slither around me. But I take a deep breath.

The water is clear

The water is clear

The water is clear

The water is clear

The water is clear

The water is clear

The water is actually clear. I look down, and the sight of seaweed wrapped around my body makes me laugh so hard I am forced into the next situation.

The dreaded slumber party.

Gillian is shoving marshmallows down her throat. There is so method to this fear. I am simply disgusted with the thought of chubby bunny.

I have to watch Gillian puke up marshmallows and eat it.

Gross.

But I do it, albeit gagging more than a woman with morning sickness.

How many more fears do I have?

I find myself in a hospital bed. Completely alone. The sign on the door says 'quarantined'

Oh god.

What did I do?

There is a dull ache behind my eyes that is growing to the point of a migraine. There is suddenly a mirror in front of me. I am shocked to see that my eyes are blood red. I am suddenly so nauseous. I can't help vomiting black specked blood all over myself.

Oh god what's happening to me.

I can feel the sinews in my body liquefying and filling my body with blood. I am only slightly aware of the constant stream of black vomit coming from my mouth, and blood pouring out of my eyes.

The pain is unbearable. I can't even fathom the extent of it, but agony and fear take over almost every conscious thought in my mind. I am dying.

But it's not real. When I wake up I will be completely healthy. When I wake up.

If I can do that.

I look into the mirror. I look like a wax figurine that has been left in the hot summer sun. Drooping, mushy but not liquid. It repulses me. But I hold my own gaze in the mirror. I am healthy. I force the thought into my body with a kind of desperation. I force it in like I am stuffing that last outfit into an already full suitcase. Against the concentration gradient. But I finally zip up the suitcase.

My eyes turn back to their normal sea green, and the healthiness spreads like a drop of water on dry cotton.

That's when the simulation fades.

I am back in the dark brick room, on my knees with tears on my face. I hear the door open behind me and a group of Dauntless file in.

I am unwilling to get up. To face them.

I feel like something inside of me has broken.

Tris appears in front of me, with a placid look on her face. She puts her hand out to me, not just offering me help up, but also her strength. She remembers her fear landscape, and in a completely un-Dauntless moment she is willing to show her weakness to me, for my benefit.

There is only one faction she could have come from.

I take her hand, and turn around to face the leaders and their posse.

"Congratulations on completing the final test. The ranks will be revealed in two hours in the cafeteria. Be there." Eric says crisply, before he turns on his heel to get the next initiate.

I walk out with my chin up, heading directly to my group of friends. I put my arms out in a silent request for a hug, craving the feeling and the knowledge that I am not alone.

I am practically tackled.

Three weeks ago we jumped out of that train completely alone we didn't know each other. We were strangers, rivals even.

But now we are family.

I don't think I could stand a single one of them leaving.

A/N: halfway through this chapter I finished Ignite Me…

OH MY GOD

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME

OHMYGOD

WARNER BBY ILYSM

I'M GONNA GO CRY IN A CORNER

ALSO IM GOING TO GO SEE DIVERGENT TOMORROW HOLY LORD IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE FROM EXCITEMENT AND SPLATTER MY SLIMY INNARDS ON THE ENTIRE WORLD.

I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WAITING A WHOLE TWO YEARS FOR THE MOVIE, AND NOW IT'S ACTUALLY HERE

ITS ACTUALLY HERE.

IF I NEVER UPDATE AGAIN, IT'S BECAUSE I DIED OF HAPPINESS.