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Hanna Harane

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Kat's POV

Everyone in the lobby is silent. I stand next to Tris, who is now pale and trembling with anger. Her blue eyes are fixed on Caleb. Crossing his arms, Tris's brother speaks up again.

"We will, obviously, have to run tests on everyone to determine who we should allow to go beyond the fence. Marcus? Do you not agree that this would be an intelligent decision?"

Marcus stands near Johanna. She stares at him uncomprehendingly as he slowly nods. He agrees. The crowd erupts into chaos and shouts at Marcus's gesture.

No! Get out! Run, you have to leave! My brain screams. As I try to move away from the crowd, to get out, to leave, a long hand grabs my hair. I scream and turn around, ready to throw my fist in the attacker's direction. Uriah stands behind me. I sigh and tug my auburn hair from his grasp.

"What are you doing?" I hiss. He points behind me. I turn and see a surly Candor man who would have dragged me back into the vicious crowd. I grin weakly at Uriah, my blood rushing to my face. I smoothen my hair and turn away from the Dauntless boy.

Yelling, Marcus steps forward. "We will now vote! All of you who are in favor of sending out the Divergent, please speak up." Most of the room, with the exception of the Abnegation and a few Amity, pumps their fist in the air or shout their consent.

Marcus draws in a shaky breath. He looks apologetically at Johanna and steps forward.

"Then... then it is settled. We shall send the Divergent people as scouts." The crowd cheers. They cheer. They are willing to send out their friends, their neighbors and their family to an unknown place simply to save themselves. I glance from Uriah, to Tris, to Four. My fellow Divergent.

Drawing Tris to his side, Four steps away from the crowd. He is too late. A group of Candor men grab my arms and pull me away from my friends. I struggle against the strong hands, but my attempts are futile. Uriah tries to run towards me, but a muscular Dauntless man lifts him in the air. He spews profanity at him, his cheeks turning the color of an apple. Soon, two more men seize Tris and Four. Soon, a quarter of the room has been apprehended. Marcus, who is a Divergent, stands free. He seems surprised at this, but no one comes near him. Finally, he speaks up.

"You shall be locating the land of Panem. Roughly seventy years ago, their thirteen districts rose up against their Capitol. The districts were defeated. The thirteenth district was destroyed, and the Capitol again rose to power. We do not know of their current state. That is what you shall find out."

Our captors drag us out of the room as I try to force my panicked lungs to breathe. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

I sit outside of a glass room where a few Dauntless guards inject the Aptitude test serum into everyone. Everyone. Right now, they put a small Amity girl under the simulation. A green light appears inside the Amity symbol, and she is allowed to walk out of the room.

The symbols connect to the serum and illuminate the person's appropriate faction. If they are Divergent, their multiple factions are lit. Those who are confirmed as Divergent are taken into custody. A few Candor leaders allowed us to use a room in their headquarters for the testing, on the condition that everyone takes the test. Even those who we already know are Divergent, and those who are too young to understand the test.

Next, Tris is forced into the room. She struggles against those who hold her, screaming even as they inject her with the serum. The eye of the Erudite, the hands of the Abnegation, and the flames of the Dauntless light up. The room cries out in excitement, but I stand mesmerized. Three factions. She has an aptitude for three factions. That's... unheard of. I think to myself.

She stares at the emblems as they arrest her, taking her to the room where Four and Uriah already are captive.

A thin Erudite woman walks into the room where we wait to be called in.

"Kat Reyes," she calls out. I rise to my feet, feeling the black tiled floor hard under my shoes. She holds open the white door as guards enter and escort me into the room.

I sit in the flimsy wooden chair as Johanna, the Amity woman, enters the room. Smiling sympathetically, she speaks to me. "What was your born faction, Kat?" I tense, tightening my grip on the arms of the chair.

"You know, Johanna. You know where I'm from."

She is still insistent, despite my explanation. Her lip trembles as if she is about to cry. "I have to ask. Even if I do know where you are from."

I sigh. "I was born an Amity," I whisper.

A flood of memories hits me like a painful wave. The tops of a tall, green tree. My mother laughing as I play on the wooden compound's floor. Tears wetting my cheeks as I sit at my father's funeral. And finally, an Erudite man scarring my peaceful, beloved mother's face with a long, wicked knife.

I close my eyes as Johanna Reyes ,my mother, injects the simulation serum into my neck.

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