Hey, Sorry I didn't post anything for a bit, but I was stuck in a hotel room and I'm just now getting home, I did however work on the story, so, here ya go.
We find an area to sit at, it was quiet until we arrived. Dauntless and Candor filtered in after us over time, adding onto the volume of Amity. Abnegation and Erudite are the quiet ones. The Abnegation too focused on forgetting themselves and watching us, ignoring the prick in the back of their minds of self obsession. Erudite too focused, as always, on gaining knowledge, or appearing to be doing so. They strive to look good, bringing in the vanity factor. Abnegation and Erudite are enemy's, but, their goals are similar. Erudite has become corrupt with an obsession for power.
The Abnegation wear grey, mostly robes and pants, loose shirts that hide their figures. Many Abnegation girls are beautiful and you see hints of it if you watch them long enough, their peaceful silence a certain harmony. They must hide that beauty though, they must forget themselves in order to think of others first.
The Erudite wear blue, as the color is a natural curial for a mind in havoc "a calm mind, is a focused mind," they say. So that became their color, or wearing glasses, carrying a book around with them. Maybe a pen and note pad. They always need something to do, but they tend to be stuck up if you say the wrong thing to them.
A group of Amity boys walks over to us and do some sort of hand shake with Alex, his friends I'm assuming. The Dauntless teens get louder by the minute. So loud in fact, that I start to feel bad for the petite Erudite woman that calls names. She eventually uses a microphone attached to her blouse, I tune out and watch as people from their individual Factions in intervals of six at a time. The lady's eyes scan the list, then the room as she reads and calls out names, "Sue Backstair," she calls, I watch as a blonde Abnegation stands, her hair in a simple ponytail at the back of her head. "Riley Banster," she calls, a boy with gelled up red hair stands from Candor, and walks over to the hall that contains the rooms. Past the Erudite woman, who gives a tight polite smile as they pass.
She calls four more names, including Alex, who stands as soon as she says it. I guess he was nervous. He smiles at me as he walks to the rooms, either attempting at reassuring me or trying to reassure himself. I can't tell.
In less than 10 minutes people start walking from the rooms with worried or distressed expressions on their faces. My fingers beat in a steady rhythm on my knee as the people filter out. My nails making a quiet thump as they hit my bone, I'm almost entranced by the sound when my eyes catch a boy. A Dauntless boy.
He walks with all the confidence in the world, like he owns it. He doesn't look worried at all. His hair is dark and shaggy, falling over his eyebrows. He's tall, if I stood next to him my eyes would be at his collar. Maybe 6 feet even I would say. His eyes catch mine and I see how dark they are, maybe a dark green. I would mistake it for black if he weren't walking past me. He smirks at me, creating a tight tension in my stomach, that soon makes heat spread through my body. I feel paralyzed under his gaze, he's well built and certainly handsome, a chiseled jaw, and strong chin. He could obviously take a punch as hard as he could throw one.
He struts past me and back to his table. Where no room is left, so he decides to sit on the lap of one of the other boys. Who groans and laughs with it, in turn. But he eventually gets shoved off the chair playfully, where the boy sits down in his spot. Grinning like an idiot while everyone there laughs. The boy who was shoved off has white hair, it's buzzed down. He tilts the chair back making his friend fall on his ass. For a second I think they're gonna start fighting, but this appears to be light hearted as everyone else from Dauntless has a smile on their face.
I sigh as everyone starts laughing and a place is made for everyone at the table. I sit and wait for my name to be called. Each test only takes about 10 minutes average, 6 people go at once, and there are about 400 people left. So on average, 66 people go and take the test an hour. We have already pushed two hours, so it should be four more until this ends. Another hour goes by until my name is called, "Adrian Tenest, and Aislin Teriga," I stand and look at the other person, she's from Erudite.
She's wearing a mini tennis skirt, which is blue. A dark blue tank top, and a blue jean jacket that doesn't cover anything. Her hair is dark, and straight, but in the light, it looks like a dark red. Almost crimson like a rose. Her skin is fair and creamy. Her body is curvy, and she's my height even with heels on. She pushes past me, but I don't get enough time to study her face well. I nod to the Erudite woman as I pass her.
The only door that was open was the last one, at the end of the hall. I walk in placidly, finding a small room with mirrors on all of the walls. Even the floor and ceiling. My eyes land on a thin young Abnegation woman, who doesn't look that much older than me. Her hair is blonde, almost white and tucked into a bun atop her head. Her back is to me, and she's messing with a machine next to a reclined chair. I turn and close the door, finding a mirror on the other side. How does she not look at herself?
I turn and find her eyes on me, she gestures to the chair with her hand as she turns back to the machine. "Aislin, correct?" She asks as I sit down. Her voice is warm and soft, "Yes," my voice wavers, I look up and see my face, my cheeks are flushed, I'm nervous. My fingers start tapping against the armrest. "What's your name?" I ask, hoping to distract myself. She pauses from toying with the machine, but doesn't look at me, "Clair," She says, having a hard time staying monotonous. "You're nervous," She states as the machine starts to buzz, I notice a computer next to her, with a black screen. And a small glass vial of blue liquid next to it. "Yes," I say, even though she knew that. She leans in and sticks a few patches connected to wires on my body, one on my wrist, another on my inner elbow, and the last at my temple.
I focus on breathing, "What faction were you from?"
"Candor," She looks like she wants to say something else but decides against it. Her facial features are soft, and her eyes a light hazel. She hands me the glass of the blue liquid as she says "You'll do fine, just relax and everything will be fine," I nod as she takes the glass, I close my eyes to blink and I'm in a different room.
It's white, and bright. The ceiling is glass, and I see grey storm clouds over head. In front of me is a steel table with three objects on it. A quill, a carrot, and a knife, about the size of our biggest kitchen knife at home. I turn and see that I am alone in the room. I cautiously step toward the table, glancing around for anything. Any other sign of someone or something, this can't be the test. "Choose," a female voice says, it's sharp but rugged. "Only one?" I ask to the air, Alex's words about the factions hot in my mind. "Choose," it says again, but more aggressive. It reminds me of my father and his orders to me, "Fine," I say hotly, tracing the handle of the knife with my fingers.
I wrap my fingers around it and slide it off the table, the sound of metal scraping against metal ringing in my ears. Another sound echoes through the tile room, deafening, like the sound of a body slamming to the ground. I turn to see where it came from and see a dog, stalking out from two heavy double doors, with a little box window at the top. His fur is black as coal, and his eyes are as red as blood, hungry for it I'm assuming. I listen as it's claws tap against the ground, in an even pattern, it's growling staying steady, and loud.
My hand tightens around the knife as I move it behind my back. It metal is cold and it sends a mellow shiver down my spine. It's a good kind of cold. The dogs eyes remind me of my fathers, hungry, rabid, animalistic, and angry. I now have a chance to lash out at him, to get back at the animal that kept me caged. I won't be controlled by him anymore, the dog barks and his teeth snap. Saliva and something dark dripping from its mouth to the ground. It doesn't even look real.
How would I take down my demons? I hold out my hand, the one without the knife like I'm giving it something. Temptation is the best trick out there, the dog stops, it's ears perk up. It's nostrils flare and it's tongue falls out like it's panting. Its eyes are on my hand as it sits down in front of me, I don't dare speak for fear that my voice will betray me. I watch as it slides it's tongue over my knuckles when I turn my hand over. The rabid beast from a moment ago is gone, and a smile finds its way to my face as I pet it. My fingers gliding over its soft black hair. It pants, the dog is warm. Like it's alive. I stop, remembering the knife in my other hand, and I'm reminded that this isn't real. I pause, just as the doors burst open again.
A little girl, around the age as my sister, that looks like my sister, runs in, arms outstretched as she squeals "Doggie!" My eyes widen as the dog snaps and lurches it's body forward, barking at her. I grab what I can by reaching forward and get its jaw in my hand. It's mouth closes down on my hand and pain rips up my arm, I scream and bring the blade at its neck, jerking my arm back a sound that I can't describe comes from it. Something hot and sticky sprays and oozes out of the dog. I look down and see blood. The dog goes limp and I slide my hand out of its mouth. I'm panting from adrenalin and I glance up at the girl.
The scene changes. And we're both on the roof of the Hub, the girl clings to my arm, the one that was bit, and I no longer have the knife. There's a thin bridge from this roof to another about 25 meters away. My guess is that I have to get her to the other side, by the bridge. I look around, there's some old coil coated in rubber, it should be thick enough to hold her weight. I go and get the wire, tying it around her waist. Then around mine, after tying it around a lightning rod. I kneel down in front of her when I'm done, placing my hands on her shoulders.
She looks like my sister, how did she get into the system? I shake the thought, "Listen, I need you to walk across that bridge there okay?" She looks scared, like she's about to cry. "Hey look," I try to comfort her, "See this rope?" I tap on it, she nods, "If we fall, it will catch us, and I can get you back to safety," I take note of the storm clouds over head, they were there from the white room too. I don't like it. I start walking first, and she follows.
All is going well until I hear a rumble, there is minimal wind, but it's picking up. What is this? My eyes find the cable and the lightning rod, we're half way across the bridge. This isn't good. As my eyes meet with the little girls, a bright flash bolts right next to us. She screams as she loses her footing and falls to the side. In a second her body is over the edge and my hand is around her wrist. It starts raining, and she starts crying, I stare at her face, my little sister doesn't cry. My grip is slipping due to the rain. My mouth moves and I hear my voice "You're not real," my hold on the bridge falters and we slip, and we fall.
In a moment I'm on my feet again, the imposter girl is gone, and so is the Hub. I'm sitting down,the city is farther behind me. My cheeks sting from the non-existent wind and rain. There is grass at my feet, up to my knees, my feet are dangling off the wooden bench. The ground is dug in by people walking over here, and the road is cracked and unstable. I hear the crinkle of paper. I look next to me, and am blinded by bright white newspaper. The sun beats down on me, making everything hard to see. A man reads the paper, one of his hands are scarred and an unnatural pink, like burns. His face is buried in the paper.
I look at the front of it, there is a black and white print picture. Of a young man with dark hair. Above his photo are the words in bold "WANTED CRIMINAL" This perplexes me, there hasn't been a major recorded criminal in a long time. The edges of the newspaper even look burnt. The man asks me, his voice just short of human, "Do you know this man?" My eyes find the photo yet again, and my mind shifts into gear. His face is familiar, like I've seen him everywhere, but I wouldn't remember, I can't place a name on him, "Please, do you know him?" He sounds like my father, false terror. "No, I don't know him," I say, because I don't, I don't know his name. Just because you've seen someone before doesn't mean you know them.
"But," The man lowers his paper. The sight makes me jerk and cringe. His face is scarred to the point that theres no original skin left. His left side of his face looks like he was caught in an explosion. The skin on his jaw is so thin that you could see his bones moving while he talked. It made me shiver and my eyes tear up, all I can think is, oh my God, oh my God. His ear was missing and the remaining skin folded over so he looked like a goblin, his eyes are as grey and ghastly as the dark storm clouds that were hailing down hell while I let a little girl fall. "You… You could save me," His voice is tight, I don't say anything, I can't say anything. He gets red in the face, he screams at me, "You could save me!" He doesn't touch me, as long as he doesn't touch me. "Tell me you know him please!" Hes begging and screaming at me in a way that shouldn't be considered human. "I know him!" I scream back, I don't want to feel that way anymore. To pushed, my heart pounds. To my relief, his face softens, his body stills. He tugs at the corners of his mouth in a smile, but it's more like a grimace. "Thank you," Human. That's the only word in my mind as he says that. He sounds human.
Then I wake up.