Hello!
Well, this is new! I don't own Divergent or STAR WARS.
This is my first Divergent fanfic ever! Ideas have been rolling around in my head for a while and I wanted to try and mash them together. Hope you like!This will be mostly the original Divergent story, with characters (the young people) from STAR WARS: Rey, Finn, Ben, Rose, Poe, and Zorri. Oh, yeah. Hux will be in it too, if he has to be.
I'm planning to include Uriah too! I can't remember though: which faction did he transfer from?
This feels like a big undertaking, so please be patient with me! Reviews and suggestions are welcome.
Not all the content will be seen through the characters' POV's. Some will, some won't.
Chapter 1: Tris Prior and Patricia Montz-Eaton
Tris's POV:
It works. The factions. Everybody knows where they belong...all except me.
The aptitude test was supposed to show me which faction to choose! The woman Tori said that it didn't work on me, that my result was inconclusive. She said "they" call it divergent. What does that even mean? What is divergent? She said it, as if it were a lethal snake lurking around the corner, ready to strike out at her if she said it too loudly.
I do not understand at all. And now I do not know which to choose: Dauntless, Abnegation, or Erudite? What should I do? We are always told to "trust the test". But how can I, if the test doesn't reveal who I'm supposed to be?
What will I choose at the Choosing Ceremony tomorrow? I feel so lost, and I cannot ask anyone. What do I do?
Patricia's POV:
I cannot stay here. This isn't living. I wish to be free, free from the sleepless nights, and the dreaded walks home from school. I wish to be free of it all! But mostly...free from him!
I do not remember much about my biological parents. I recall foggy memories of seeing many people out in the sunshine: dirty, hungry, hopeless. Then a different kind of people in suits. After that, the dirty people evaporate from my memory, but I remember that one! Every time I see the factionless, I feel a pull, a sad curiosity that I cannot put into words, but it is undeniable.
Jane and Bartholomew Montz in Abnegation raised me for most of my life that I can remember. They were very kind and gave me a home. Jane died six years ago when I was ten. I will never forget it! She was delivering food to the factionless, but was accidentally hit by one of the delivery trucks in the street. The driver was backing up and didn't see her as she was still unloading food. Ever since then, I can barely look at those trucks, even though I know they serve the community.
After that, It was just Bartholomew and me, but he died two years ago from pneumonia. I miss them both very much. Since then, I have been living with Marcus Eaton, the leader of Abnegation. He took me in, to raise as his own. At least, that's what his followers think.
He says I am his daughter, and that he can do whatever he wants with me, that it is for my own good. I am NOT his daughter! I would run away if I could, but there is nowhere to run, and anyone who caught me would just bring me back. Marcus is a monster. He has beaten me so many times I have lost count. I don't understand why! Am I not good enough for him? What crime have I committed? Losing the only parents I really knew? I am afraid to be near him, especially alone in the house but there is nothing I can do. And the Abnegation are very tight-lipped to 'unnecessary questions'.
Even though the Montz's raised me, I have always wondered where I really came from, feeling like part of my story is missing. Well, one thing is for sure: tomorrow at the Choosing Ceremony, Marcus Eaton, my 'father' will no longer be part of that story! I am going to make a new life for myself!
Any ideas who Patricia really is? Yes, Tobias is in here. This takes place two years after he transferred to Dauntless. So by that time, he didn't even know about his 'sister'.
As the story moves along, I will need suggestions for the STAR WARS characters' tattoos!
The next chapter will be for some of the other characters to express their longings.
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