Disclaimer: Hello, hello, hello! For your information, I don't own Divergent right now. I didn't own it yesterday, nor the day before that, and I will probably never own it in the future. Veronica Roth is the one that owns Divergent today, and she owned it yesterday, the day before yesterday, and will probably own it for the foreseeable future.

A/N: Hey guys, keep in mind that I wrote this chapter a while ago, and don't want to change it, for my own reasons. I really do regret not exploring Camilla's character in the year between Tobias' and her Choosing Ceremony. Maybe after I finish the story, I can add some bonus chapters exploring the year Camilla spent with her father (and without Tobias) in Abnegation. It's an option on the table, that's for sure.

Oh, and I finally figured out how to use the page break, in the last chapter! That's a plus! :)

A year later...

The day is bright and sunny, but the good weather only makes me feel worse. It reminds me of the day of Tobias' aptitude test, the last full day I saw him. It's been nearly a year since the Choosing Ceremony, and it's the day of my aptitude test.

As I walk through the field, on my way to school, I let my thoughts wander. I told my brother I would choose Dauntless, but what if my aptitude test says I don't belong there? If I join Dauntless anyways, I have a higher chance of failing initiation. But if I join another faction, the odds are I will never see my brother again.

The clashing scenarios of choosing Dauntless, where Tobias is, or another faction, where I truly belong, war in my mind. The result is a pressure that has settled over every part of my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

Once I reach the Upper Levels building, I just stand outside for a couple seconds, looking at the building that I've spent countless hours in. It isn't particularly beautiful, especially when you consider that it is the oldest of the three school buildings in our city; Lower Levels, Mid-Levels, and Upper Levels. But this is most likely the last time I'll ever see it. Like many buildings in Chicago, it's made of glass and steel. In front of it, there is a metal sculpture that reaches high into the sky. The Dauntless usually climb it after school.

Once I've gotten my fill of the dilapidated building, I walk briskly into the school and head for my first class, Advanced English. The classes for sixteen year olds are split in half today, to make time for aptitude testing, so, luckily, I only have to endure half the torture of teachers droning on about different subjects and topics.

The day flies by surprisingly quickly, and I'm off to lunch before I know it. A few of the Erudite snicker at me as I pass, but none engage me. After how I embarrassed Sebastian last year, the Erudite leave me more or less alone.

After I'm finished eating, I fold my hands in my lap and wait. My stomach is in a knot, and I twist my hands together nervously. The aptitude test can't be that bad, I tell myself. After all, everyone takes it at some point or another. But no matter what I tell myself, the butterflies refuse to leave my stomach. They instead flit around endlessly, never seeming to tire.

Ten students are called at a time to take the aptitude test. Groups fly by, and then it's my turn. "From Abnegation, Maeve Ponce and Camilla Eaton."

I rise and approach the doors. I try to keep my steps steady and my breathing even, but inside, I might burst. I follow the others into the hallway, and then we split, each person going to a different testing room. I walk to the room which the volunteer points to, and open the door.

The first thing I see is a middle-aged Dauntless woman, whose back is to me. Most of the other rooms will have Abnegation volunteers administering the aptitude test, but since, according to the rules, we can't be tested by someone in our faction, an Erudite waits in one of the rooms and a Dauntless in another. This Dauntless woman wears black leggings and a tight black T-shirt. She has olive skin and straight black hair that falls to the middle of her back. Unlike some of the Dauntless I've seen, she isn't covered in tattoos or piercings. In fact, I only see one tattoo, which is a black and white hawk on the back of her neck.

She turns around and beckons me to come in. I walk through the doorway and reach behind me to close the door. This room is made of mirrors. I stare into one for a moment, taking in my appearance, before I remember that I'm here to take the aptitude test. I rip my eyes away from my reflection. The ceiling is just light. In the middle of the room, there is a reclining chair. It reminds me of the ones at the dentist's. Beside it, there is a machine. Just looking at the set up makes me shiver.

"There's nothing to worry about." The woman says. "Make yourself at home. My name is Tori."

Tori. That was the woman that administered Tobias' test, too. I sit on the chair and lean back into the headrest. "You're Camilla, right?" She asks. I nod. "I've seen your brother around Dauntless a lot. We're good friends."

I don't know what to say, so I nod again. At least my brother didn't fail initiation. If he can do it, so can I. Tori attaches electrodes to my forehead, then to hers. When she's done, she hands me a vial full of clear liquid. "Drink this." She instructs.

"What is it?" My stomach begins churning again.

She shrugs. "Can't tell you. Bottoms up."

I raise the vial to my lips and drink the liquid in one gulp. The world around me fades.

When my surroundings come back, I'm not in the aptitude testing room anymore. I'm in the cafeteria, and it's empty. I turn in a full circle. On one of the tables near me I see two baskets. One has a hunk of cheese in it. The other holds a long knife.

A woman's voice rings around me. "Choose."

I whip around. There is nobody there. The voice is coming from behind me, yet nobody is speaking it. "Choose!"

I turn back to the baskets and make a quick decision. I grab the knife. If there is a knife, that means that there is something dangerous coming up.

I'm right. I hear a door squeak, then a growling coming from my left. I turn to see a large dog with a pointed nose a few yards away from me. Its ears are folded forward, and its tail is rigid, extending straight up into the air. According to my science textbook, that's a sign of aggression. For a second, I'm actually thankful for all the classes they make us take.

The dog creeps closer, growling as it approaches. I can see its bared teeth and dark eyes from where I stand.

I don't have anywhere to run, so that's out. If I let the dog get close to me and then stab it, I'm going to end up getting bitten. So that leaves me one choice; to throw the knife at the dog and hope for the best.

I hold my ground and raise my right arm with the knife. I pull back my arm, and hesitate. I really don't want to kill the dog, but I don't see another option. Just as I'm about to release, the door opens again. A little girl skips in. She's wearing a red dress, and her dark hair is up in a ponytail. She sees the dog and squeals, "Puppy!"

Before I can warn her, the dog turns around and charges. Without thinking, I jump up and run after it. When I'm close enough, I leap on its back and drive the knife into its side.

I close my eyes, expecting to be bitten. But the pain never comes. Instead, when I open my eyes, I'm back in the aptitude testing room, but it's empty. I look to my left, then my right, slowly. Something isn't right. I rack my brain until I realize; the mirrors don't have my reflection in them. I get up and walk out the door, into the hallway. Only, it isn't a hallway, it's a bus. All the seats are full, so I'm standing in the aisle.

"Hey. Kid."

I turn to see the speaker. It's a man holding a newspaper. He's sitting to my left. The newspaper is blocking his face, but I can see his hands. They're covered with scars, and, briefly, I wonder what made them. But I turn my attention back to the man. His hands are tense, like he wants to rip the paper in half.

I ignore the man. Somehow, it doesn't feel like a good idea to talk to him.

"Hey, Stiff. Do you know this guy?"

I clench my jaw and turn to him. Did Erudite really have to insult the Abnegation even in a simulation? I look at the picture on the front page of the paper that the man is pointing to. The headline reads, "Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!"

I observe the guy in the paper and try to ignore the cold feeling that goes through me at the word 'Murderer'. He does look vaguely familiar, with his plain face and neat stubble. But this man sitting in front of me, with his rough voice and scarred hands, doesn't look like a person I'd want to confide in.

"Nope." I'm surprised by the confidence in my voice. I knew it wasn't going to come out shaky and weak, but I didn't expect it to come out sounding like I actually knew what I was doing.

"Are you sure?" He questions, his tone irritated and slightly angry. I feel my temper rising. No, it was definitely a good idea not to trust this man. I clutch the pole beside me tighter.

"Absolutely."

"You're lying!" He yells at me. This isn't real. I tell myself. He can't hurt me.

He stands up, and I can now see his face. His eyes look like black pits, and he is snarling. His face is covered with just as many scars as his hands.

"Why would I lie to you?" I ask innocently. I'm not going to let this test get the better of me.

"You're lying! Your eyes give you away!" He continues yelling at me.

I clench my fists. This guy is really starting to get on my nerves.

"I thought you were selfless, Stiff! I thought-"

I don't let him finish his sentence. I've had enough. I bring my right arm up to meet his nose. Just as I make contact, the world turns black.

I wake to see the concerned eyes of Tori leaning over me.

I sit up. My palms are sweaty. I'm back in the aptitude testing room, in the reclined chair. Tori is staring at me. I meet her gaze, and my stomach flip-flops. Why does she look so worried? We sit like that for a few seconds, until I finally ask, "What?"

That seems to shake Tori out of her trance, because she breaks my gaze and starts moving again. As she removes the electrodes from my forehead, she replies, "That was a bit... confusing. If you'll give me a moment."

She gets up and leaves the room. I furrow my brows, trying to think of a reason why Tori had such an odd expression on her face. Did I do something wrong? But we're not allowed to prepare for the aptitude test, so we don't even know what is right or wrong.

I wring my hands together, waiting for Tori to return. I remember a day in English, when we learned about idioms. There was one that particularly stuck in my mind, What's done is done. I think it is a good principle to live by. So, as difficult as it is, I allow my brain to concede to itself.

Tori picks that moment to walk in, and I stop fiddling with my fingers. She takes a deep breath before she begins.

"Sorry about that." I notice that she's very tense. "Camilla, your test results were inconclusive."

"Divergent?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

Tori gives a strange look. "Where did you hear that from?"

"I've heard some of the Erudite kids talking about it during school." I lie. Whatever my aptitudes are, I'm sure one of them isn't Candor.

Tori observes me again. Then her expression shifts into one of understanding. "Your brother told you, didn't he?"

I scoff, to try and hide the growing sense of panic inside of me. She has me figured out. "I thought you were Dauntless, not Candor." I wince as I realize that just confirmed her statement.

"I am an Erudite-born Dauntless, but I'm unusually good at telling when someone is lying. And, it makes sense that he'd tell you. He doesn't mention his family much, but when he does, he always has nothing but praise for his sister. He holds you in the highest regard."

I'm momentarily speechless. "He talks about me?" I guess part of me was afraid that he'd forgotten about me completely, that I didn't matter to him anymore. My heart swells with pride. Tobias would never forget about me.

Tori smiles. "Oh yes. Like I said, it's clear to everyone that knows him that he loves you very much." She clears her throat. "But back on topic. Yes, you are divergent. Usually, the simulation works in a linear pattern, ruling out each faction until one is left. But, in your case, only three were eliminated. You picked up the knife, so Amity is out. You lied to the man on the bus, so Candor is out. And it wasn't very smart of you to punch a man that was nearly twice your size, when you have no real fighting experience, so Erudite is out."

You have no idea. I think. I suppose I don't have any real fighting experience, but, when your father is an abusive tyrant, you manage to pick up a few moves.

"And that leaves us with a dilemma. You picked up the knife, which is a Dauntless-oriented response. But you hesitated and didn't stab the dog immediately, which is not so Dauntless. You also jumped on the dog to save the little girl, which is an Abnegation-oriented response, but punched the man on the bus, which is not something the Abnegation would do."

"And this all means...?" I always knew I didn't have aptitude for Erudite. I can't stand all this chatter about what my every choice in the aptitude test meant.

"My conclusion is that you have equal aptitude for Abnegation and Dauntless." Tori finishes.

Abnegation and Dauntless. Just like my brother. Divergent.

She leans in so she's only a few inches away from my face. "I suspect your brother already told you this, but you can tell no one about your results. No one. Ever."

"What about my brother?"

Tori shifts uncomfortably. "I suppose... Four is trustworthy."

Wait. What? "Four?"

Tori nods. "That's his Dauntless name. I'll let him explain it to you if you choose Dauntless."

"Anyways, don't tell anyone else. Divergence is dangerous. You understand?"

I nod, even though I'm a bit confused. How is someone whose mind works in two ways instead of one dangerous? But I'm not about to ask Tori. "Alright."

"You should walk on home, Camilla." Tori says. "You have a big decision to make."

I agree with a nod, hop off the chair, and push open the door.

When I hear the door slam downstairs, I immediately stiffen. I know what's coming.

Sure enough, his voice echoes throughout the house. "Come here, Camilla!"

I make my way down the stairs, dragging my feet and walking as slowly as I can without making him suspicious. When I reach the foot of the stairs, I straighten and walk into the living room, where he is.

He's standing in the middle of the room, his belt already in hand. I gulp.

"Camilla." He addresses me.

"Yes, sir?" I keep my gaze on the ground. I don't want him to see the fear in my eyes, fear that he has put there.

"What were your aptitude test results, girl?" He's using the exact same words he used with Tobias, a year ago.

"I received Abnegation, sir." I know that out of the two, it is most likely that Tori manually entered my results as Abnegation, rather than Dauntless. After all, it's what she did for Tobias.

"Don't lie to me, Camilla." Marcus' voice has become dangerous. I shift my gaze to meet his, just for a second, before dropping my head again. The look in his eye was venomous. "Your results were entered manually. Explain that."

I scramble for an excuse. "Sir, you know that my brother-"

Marcus slaps me. I stare at him, stunned. What did I do?

"He's not your brother, he's a traitor." Marcus growls. "Now, continue."

"You know that Tobias had a reaction to the aptitude test that caused the system to glitch and not record his results. I also had a reaction today, and my test administrator explained that she had also been the one to test Tobias. She said that it's common for siblings to have similar reactions to serums."

I have no clue if that's the case. It's just what I came up with, and Marcus seems to buy it.

"Very well. Shirt off." I do it quietly.

"What faction are you choosing tomorrow, Camilla?"

"Abnegation." I say, confidently. It's a lie. Just like Marcus has been lying to everyone about our "perfect" family and how "devastated" he was when our mom died and when Tobias transferred, I'm lying about my aptitude test results, and my choice tomorrow. Two can play at this game.

"And what will you be if you pick Candor, Amity, Erudite, or, god forbid, Dauntless?" He questions, with a sneer.

"A traitor."

"That's right. So don't betray me or your faction."

He brings the belt down. As he brings it down again, and again, and again, I refuse to make a sound. Tobias isn't here to protect me anymore, and I'm not going to give Marcus the satisfaction of thinking he's won. It's the last time. The last time you ever get to do this to me or anyone else.

That's the only thought I hold on to in my head as the world turns black around me.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Let me just say, I'm trying to keep things as true to the real story as possible. For example, in Divergent, it said (or at least implied) that nobody had ever gotten more than two results before, except for Tris. So, Camilla got two results on her aptitude test.

In regard to my last statement, I also want to make the story interesting, so I may stray from the original book to do so. Like, I'm pretty sure that in the book, Tobias got a fluke Abnegation result. I think Marcus instructed Tobias on what to do in the aptitude test, or something like that. Marcus would have probably done the same for Camilla. But, I think it would be better if both of them had an idea of what their aptitudes are, so I'm not going with that.

I'm sure you've heard enough of my blabbering. Next chapter will be Camilla's Choosing Ceremony, and after that the scene with the net. What number jumper do you think Camilla will be?