Although I tried to cover the ugly parts with some humour it does in no way deter from all the things that are morally wrong. Most of this story is one trigger after the other so be aware of what you are letting yourself in for. Non-consensual sex is the least of the characters' worries.

The excerpts from "Divergent' by Veronica Roth are considered part of fair usage and I still don't own it.

Prologue

Aptitude test room 5

Tris POV

"Wait," I interrupt Tori. "So you have no idea what my aptitude is?"

"Yes and no. My conclusion," she explains, "is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..." She looks over her shoulder like she expects someone to appear behind her. " ... are called ... Divergent." She says the last word so quietly that I almost don't hear it, and her tense, worried look returns. She walks around the side of the chair and leans in close to me.

"Beatrice," she says, "under no circumstances should you share that information with anyone. This is very important."

"We aren't supposed to share our results." I nod. "I know that."

"No." Tori kneels next to the chair now and places her arms on the armrest. Our faces are inches apart. "This is different. I don't mean you shouldn't share them now; I mean you should never share them with anyone, ever, no matter what happens. Divergence is extremely dangerous. You understand?"

I don't understand - how could inconclusive test results be dangerous? - but I still nod. I don't want to share my test results with anyone anyway.

"Okay." I peel my hands from the arms of the chair and stand. I feel unsteady.

"I suggest," Tori says, "that you go home. You have a lot of thinking to do, and waiting with the others may not benefit you."

"I have to tell my brother where I am going."

"I'll let him know."

I touch my forehead and stare at the floor as I walk out of the room. I can't bear to look her in the eye. I can't bear to think about the Choosing Ceremony tomorrow.

It's my choice now, no matter what the test says.

Abnegation. Dauntless. Erudite.

Divergent.

…

I decide to walk home and wait for Caleb outside the house. My father checks the logs every evening and he will know if I came home before I was supposed to.

Caleb corners me when I make excuses for having left school on my own.

"Are you going to tell me the truth now?" he asks softly.

"The truth is," I say, "I'm not supposed to discuss it. And you're not supposed to ask."

"All those rules you bend, and you can't bend this one? Not even for something this important?" His eyebrows tug together, and he bites the corner of his lip. Though his words are accusatory, it sounds like he is probing me for information - like he actually wants my answer.

I narrow my eyes. "Will you? What happened in your test, Caleb?"

Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could easily be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to them.

"Just ... don't tell our parents what happened, okay? I say.

His eyes stay on mine for a few seconds, and then he nods.

...

During dinner I break all the rules instilled in me since birth and ask questions. I know I shouldn't and I got reprimanded for it but I gained more insight into the factions.

Erudite releases unflattering reports about Abnegation in their newspapers and this time they attacked the character of our leader, Marcus. They allude to his violence and cruelty as the reason his only son chose Dauntless over Abnegation two years ago.

Father said the reason for their continued attacks on Abnegation is because we have something they want - power over the council and hence the city of Chicago.

"Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places. We should be thankful that we know better." Father says and I nod, knowing I will not choose Erudite, even though my test results suggested that I could. I am my father's daughter.

...

The next morning we take the bus to the Choosing Ceremony and everything passes in a blur until Caleb drops his blood into the water, making him an Erudite.

When I step forward to cast my own choice, Marcus offers me my knife. I look into his eyes - they are dark blue, a strange colour - and take it. He nods, and I turn toward the bowls. Dauntless fire and Abnegation stones are both on my left, one in front of my shoulder and one behind. I hold the knife in my right hand and touch the blade to my palm. Gritting my teeth, I drag the blade down. It stings, but I barely notice. I hold both hands to my chest, and my next breath shudders on the way out.

I open my eyes and thrust my arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a gasp I can't contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood sizzles on the coals.

I am selfish. I am brave.

…

Dauntless is the first faction getting up to leave but I have to see my parents one more time. I look over my shoulder at the last second before I pass them, and immediately wish I hadn't. My father's eyes burn into mine with a look of accusation. At first, when I feel the heat behind my eyes, I think he's found a way to set me on fire, to punish me for what I've done, but no - I am about to cry.

Beside him, my mother is smiling.

I turn back around and see my brother standing among the other initiates, shaking hands and smiling. My stomach wrenches and I turn away. If it is this easy for him, maybe it should be easy for me, too.

I am lost in thought and mindlessly following the Dauntless toward the stairs when I suddenly jerk my arm back in pain.

Dumbfounded I look at the small scratches on my hand and I know it was from something on whoever just pushed past me on the stairs.

Shaking my head to clear the sudden fog I follow the rest of the Dauntless down the stairs. I know I should keep up, but my movements are getting slower and slower until it's just myself and another transfer left. We look at each other and she reaches out her hand, trying to help me move forward. I end up keeping her upright as we stumble along the road. Some people give us weird looks as we push on until finally an older Erudite man steps into our path.

"Do you need me to bring you to the hospital," he asks, surprisingly kind.

I never get to answer him as my world turns black when I pass out.