Edward left. So did Myra and two Dauntless-born. Al isn't factionless, though. But they will. I have to agree with Tris on this matter, though. Why not Peter? Since when did he start to deserve to stay in Dauntless, especially after that cowardly move he made?
"I feel like Tris' anger about Peter is seeping into me," I say as Will and I head down to breakfast. We were the first awake, both hungry, so we decided to head down, not like our friends would mind. He brought up what happened last night to make sure I was alright. Then I started talking about Peter. "I have my own anger towards him, but I can see why Tris is so mad at him all the time. I can see where her hatred is coming from although I've never seen or felt it before. It's like it contagious, the more so she talks about it, the more hatred I feel."
"It can't be contagious," he says after a moment, sounding very knowledgeable and sophisticated. "It's impossible."
"But if you look at the word 'impossible', you see 'I'm possible'."
"What a positive outlook on that one word." We continue the rest of the way in silence. Half an hour later, Tris, Al, and Christina all come down and join us for breakfast. We eat and head to the room where we are to wait for our next stage. Emotional. I wonder what we are to do? People slowly trickle in and trickle out, Four calling us up one at a time. After about an hour, I'm called.
"Good luck," Tris says as I enter the room. I give her a nervous wave before stepping in, Four behind me. In the room, the walls and floor are the same beige color, but in the center is a reclined chair. Like the aptitude test room. Next to it is a stool and a computer.
"Simulations," I say instantly. I see Four nod as he moves to sit on the stool. I slowly make my way forward. The last one told me I was Divergent. What will this one do? Will Four know that I'm Divergent after this? What if he isn't and reports me? What will happen then?
"Are you going to sit?" Only then do I realize I've been standing by the chair as questions flow through my mind. I take a deep breath and sit myself in the chair. "Grace, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just ready to get it over with." He doesn't do much after that. After a minute, I feel a sharp pain in my neck. It takes me a few seconds to register that it's a needle and another few seconds for my eyes to close and for me to pass out.
I wake up in a pitch black room. I feel cold and know that goosebumps are popping up on my arms and legs. But not from the chill. From the shiver that goes down my spine as I register that I'm holding something cold and heavy in my right hand, my fingers curled around it. A light turns on in front of me, lighting up an area that I hadn't seen before. At first, all I see is a silhouette.
Once my eyes adjust, though, I see Tobias standing there in the light, unmoving except for his chest with each inhale and exhale. I look down at my hand and see a gun. "Shoot," a voice says. "You or him. Shoot." Despite the situation, my breathing is normal, but I can feel my heart pounding. After a moment, I pick up the gun, gently place it against warm skin, and shoot. I feel the bullet hit my head before everything goes black.
I wake up to see Four staring at his computer. "Are you ready to walk?" he asks without looking at me.
"Yeah," I say after a moment. I slowly pull myself up and out of the chair and towards the door.
"Hey, Grace." I turn and look at him, my hand on the door. "Does anyone know that we are related?"
"No. I haven't told anyone."
"Don't tell them. I'll tell them before the third stage. It's better for them to think that I'm grading you correctly."
I stare at him for a moment, choosing my words carefully. "Are you not grading me correctly?"
"I am. They would just think I'm not." I nod even though he probably can't see it and leave. As I step out, I wander around. I don't know where I'm going, I just know that I'm not going anywhere I've been to before. But then I hear crying. No longer dead set on wandering aimlessly, I follow the soft cries until I see someone huddled up on the floor, shadow surrounding them.
"Who's there?" High pitch and definitely a girl's, but also familiar. Then it hits me.
"It's Grace. Tris, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, it's just ..." her voice trails off as I sit down next to her on the floor. Her head falls onto my shoulder as she sighs out.
"The simulations get to you?"
She nods her head. "It's stuck in my head."
"Well, you just have to remember that it's a nightmare and that nightmares can't hurt you. It's just like the monster in the closet that we all believed was there until we were old enough to understand that monsters aren't real."
"Are you Divergent?" This catches me off guard.
"What is a Divergent?" Man, I hope my voice doesn't betray my fear right now.
"It's someone not like everyone else. Someone who belongs in more than one faction."
"How do you know about this?"
I hear her sigh before a long pause follows. "Because I am one."
"I am too. Abnegation, Amity, Dauntless, and Erudite."
"Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite." I smile, although I doubt she can see it in the dark. I can hardly see her. But even through the darkness, I see her face change.
"What is it?"
"Footsteps." We both quickly stand up as a light comes down the hallway, bouncing all the way, the padding of shoes on the stone ringing up and down the hallway.
"Hey, Tris. Who's your friend?" I can't see the person, his figure a silhouette and I don't recognize his voice.
"Hey, Uriah. This is Grace. The other Abnegation transfer."
"Better not be a terrible Stiff like Peter claims you too are."
"Don't treat someone you haven't met like that, Lynn. We're going to an initiation thing. Want to join us?" I look to Tris, the light making it a million times easier to read her face. And based on it, I know her answer.
"I'm in. Grace?"
"I'm in. Where is it?"
"Don't know," Uriah says. "My brother is showing us. But we're leaving now. Come on." He and some others start running down the hallways before I hear Tris start to go down after them. I take a deep breath before chasing them too.
A/N: For those of you who didn't see, I decided to post the original as well, but I'll just be letting out the chapters slowly. Right now, I have finished poem thirteen out of thirty-nine. Once I finish this story, the poems will come out a lot faster, but for now, enjoy the first one, Dauntless, and look out for Four. Also, I'm pretty sure you know what's coming next, especially if you read the books.