Sorry for the delay on this chapter! I was really busy with Track Championships and school. SO SORRY! This one will be longer! XD

I wake up in a sterile, empty, white room. The low, pressing ceilings are undecorated and bland. Five empty dishes, like those at the Choosing Ceremony, appear in front of me.

"Choose," A stern feminine voice echoes through the room. I approach the bowls, curious to find what they contain. Peering into the saucers, I see that they are not truly empty. There is a gun, a sapling, a strange gem, a thin gray stone, and a thin, transparent serum. I tuck my auburn hair behind my ear, confused. What would the simulation send me into? A war? A wide, empty field? I could not use my Divergence to help me, to conjure items. That would reveal me too quickly. How will I survive without it? I think. I do not know.

I approach the gun-filled bowl. On the right of it is the sapling. On its left is the gem. I try to determine the faction of each object. Obviously the gun is from Dauntless, the stone is Abnegation, and the sapling belongs to Amity. What about the serum and the gem? Gently stroking the gem, a realization dawns on me. The valuable stone could be traded for more useful objects if there are other humans in the simulation. The serum could be used to force the truth out of the people, which is as cruel as a Candor would be.

I glance from the gem to the weapon. On impulse, I snatch both the gun and the gem. The white wall behind me open and the woman's voice reappears.

"Go into the unknown."

Walking forward, I see the thick woods beyond what once was the walls. As I enter the forest, a group of familiar people enter the space. Emerging from behind the trees is a group of familiar people.

My mother. My dead father. My younger sister, Andi. Along with many of my close Dauntless friends, my family approaches me. Each carry a weapon, including those I love from Amity.

"Kill them. It is the only way you can live," The woman's voice says over the angered yells of my loved ones. I glance to the approaching mob. You can't. They're your friends! Your family! My mind yells. Clenching my fist, I know I must choose, or the simulation shall never end.

Uriah reaches me first. He chases me and grabs my neck. His eyes are blank and dead as I face him. My throat closes while he pushes me up against the tree. My hand brushes against my waistband, where I stored the gun.

His rough fingers tighten around my neck. No! Stop! My mind yells. I know that I could not hurt him, my closest friend, even in the simulation. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait, wishing for the simulation to end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up in the room that the simulation began. Johanna, who I last saw with a murderous weapon, walks to me as my factions brighten. She clasps my hand- a dangerous gesture- and stares at the symbols as two illuminate.

The eye of Erudite and the Fire of Dauntless brighten. Rough guffaws and cheers emerge from the neighboring room as I am yanked from my mother and taken to where my fellow Divergent are.

I am taken to the end of a long, black hall. A heavy steel door guards the room, as do two beefy, brawny guards. They step to the side in unison as the broad Candors drag me into the room.

Everyone sits in the far corner of the huge iron-walled room. I settle in between Tris, who is leaned against Four, and Uriah.

Uriah glances at me and grins, "Welcome to the party! Snacks are in the corner and we will be playing musical chairs (to the death) in about five minutes. Now, you can make yourself comfortable by sittin-"

"Just shut up already, Uriah!" Four shouts. Uriah shoots me a pointed glare and rolls his eyes. His eyes. Not so different from those in the simulation. Panic encircles me momentarily and I wince. Uriah looks at me worriedly and opens his mouth as if to say something, but he is stopped by the opening of a door.

Jan, a close friend from my initiation class, enters. I know that she must have put up a fight; her nose is dripping with blood and her brown eye is ringed with a painful looking bruise. She shoves Uriah over with her combat boots and plops down next to me.

Jan is tall with red-streaked blonde hair. She is Erudite-born, but Dauntless-made and is always extremely loud. Everyone stares at her when she sits down, but our attention is soon averted to someone else.

"What did you see?" A thin, compact Candor girl asks. Tris's lip twitches.

I am confused, though, "Isn't it the same simulation?" I immediately regret the words. Why would they see my friends and family trying to kill them? That is my worst fear, not theirs. Even though I know the answer, I am still slightly surprised when Marcus Eaton, who leans against the metal wall, shakes his head.

"The simulation manipulates your worst fears and determines your faction by your reaction to them. I, personally, was drowning and I could either save myself or a boy who was also underwater," Marcus states.

My heart thuds in my ears as Uriah looks at me. He leans forward and whispers, "What happened in your simulation, Kat? Was... was I there?" Paralyzed, I stare at him in fear until Jan leans toward me and hisses in my ear.

"Quit making googly eyes at Uriah already Kat. The simulation had me sick enough," She says dryly. I flush and lean back.

"I was in a glass tank while my friends filled it with water. I've had it before. In the fear simulation during initiation," Tris says quietly. Suddenly, a thick green fog comes through the vent. As I inhale it, I feel that I need to tell the truth. The room erupts into explanations and tale of their simulations, along with multiple fears and worries. Even Jan and I speak.

Minutes later, I wake from a dizzy haze with memories of spilling all my deepest secrets and worst fears. Others are pacing angrily, or pounding on the cell door. Gasping, I realize that we were put under a modified truth serum. A Divergent truth serum.

I scramble to my feet, anger coursing through my veins. We all are furious when a guard shoves in a green-eyed boy with bright red hair. Everything about him smells like the sea, and all eyes are on him. Curiously, I approach him slowly.

When I truly see him, I know now that he is scared. His green eyes dart around nervously, and long scars line his arm. When he sees me, he jerks back.

"Who are you? Where am I? Am I in the Capitol? Is Annie okay? How did I get here?" He pesters me.

I lean back and try to answer the questions I know the answer to, "I'm Kat Reyes. I'm Dauntless. We are in the prison in the Candor headquarters. We are being sent to a country called Panen-"

"Panem. It's Panem. And, are we really going there? Truly? If so, we have to go to District 13. I have to tell Annie I'm okay!" He struggles to his feet and runs to the door. Madly pushing on it, he grunts and groans.

"You know about Panem? Who are you, anyway?" I ask him, grabbing his arm to keep him from hurting himself.

His blazing green eyes fix on mine for a moment and he says, simply, "I'm Finnick Odair, and I am from Panem."

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