Hello all who read me and my friend's humble little story!
This one is written by "Eve" and edited by me!
Enjoy! (I will update soon, I promise! Maybe even tonight if I have enough time!)
Chapter 2: Eve's Aptitude
"Deep breaths, deep breaths," Negative repeats. I honestly wish I could, but my lungs picked the perfect time to fail me.
"Fear of the unexpected, disappointment, and future," Positive lists.
"And crowds… and people." Negative thinks. My thoughts talk to me. Only Julia and my mom know that.
I squeeze my hands under the table. It's loud in here. The Dauntless are cheering for a fight, Amity clapping, playing a game, Candor not shutting up because they think we give a damn about their opinion, Erudite talking about Lord-knows-what.
"Too loud," My thoughts whimper.
A boy, no older than seventeen, enters the cafeteria.
"Poltergeist, Eve," his voice seems loud, even against the noise.
"Well, of course he's loud," Posi groans. I stand up as quietly as possible. Julia gives me a ghost of a smile.
He's Dauntless, she's right. Heck Deck in black, bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly as if ready to attack at the drop of a hat.
He stares at me with his black eyes as I came up, people from other factions watching.
"Probably to see you trip on a painted line," Negative speaks up.
That was once, Neg.
I finally make it to him. He gives a wide smile, as if he knows me and we are friends.
"Follow me," he chirps, happily. But it is kind of hard to follow him when he's behind me and his hand is on the small of my back.
We make it to a room full of mirrors. I close my eyes and sit down.
He works quietly as he puts the headpiece on. His hands are stone cold.
"You're freezing. Lie ice," he comments. Well, I'm always cold.
When I don't respond, he shrugs and slides a glass in front of me.
"Drink up."
I don't move. Don't speak.
"Not much of a talker, I see," he mumbles to himself. "Come on, trust me," he begs. I sigh.
"I have a horrible feeling that someday you'll say that again to me and I'll regret it," I whisper.
"She talks!" he laughs.
Who knows? Maybe it is poison and I'll die. I think.
I drink and everything changes.
I'm alone in a familiar room. My school's cafeteria and it's empty. Rows and rows of chairs and tables, vacant of bodies. My chest tightens. No one's here. What if I'm not supposed to be here? Someone could come and kill me and no one would know!
"Shut up Negative. You're scaring her," Positive says.
"Well, it's tru-" Negative starts.
"Choose!" a male voice booms.
I grab a random basket handle. Knife.
I hear a growl and turn around calmly. A dog. A really big, really scary dog.
"It will eat you. Run, Eve, run!" Neg says.
"Don't run! Kill it, fool! Kill it now!" Posi says.
I can't breathe. My lungs won't work. My eyes widen, stomach clenches, jaw locks. It runs at me. Closer…closer… I curl my fingers around the knife's handle. It lunges.
I shove the basket on top of the dog's head… and stab it for thirty minutes. It died twenty-seven minutes ago. I'm somewhat crazy.
The scene morphs into something new.
"It can't be explained. It must be bad," Negative remarks.
"Stop it. She's scared enough," Posi snaps.
Since when was I on a bench?
A man is reading a paper. He is apparently talking to me.
"… SAVE ME! You could save me!" he yells. I see the knife in his pocket, so I grab it without him knowing.
"Do you know him?" he screams. I remain silent, and stab his throat. More blood joins the dog's blood on my pale hands.
The scene changes.
I'm in a room with something on my head. Oh, yeah. Aptitude test. I look at my hands. No blood.
"Those things are so real it scares me," Positive says.
"Go Eve! You showed them!" My aptitude test administrator, the Dauntless boy, stands there with a smile etched on his face. "Good job, Killer. I'm Vincient. I should've said that before."
I nod.
"You still don't talk?" he asks still smiling. No, of course not. Talking is selfish.
"Mm." I grunt.
"Why not?"
I breathe in. "Afraid."
If possible, his smile grew, showing more of his pearly white teeth. "Dauntless."
"Wha-"
"Well, it's not like we're gonna send you to Amity," he laughs. "You'd kill 'em. On second thought…"
"No!" I burst out.
"Cool, looks like you're stuck with me," he laughs again.
