Warning: Some violence ahead.

YEAR 2251: AGE 16

January 27

Natalie

The bell rang for recess. Natalie sprinted outside to the frigid playground, laughing as her feet sank into the fresh snow. Nobody likes the first day of school after winter break, but at least there's always a huge pile of snow waiting for us. She twirled and fell backwards into a particularly puffy pile. Crunch! The sky, marvelously cloud-free, seem to mirror her smile.

When the iciness began seeping through to her skin, Natalie pulled herself to her feet and wandered over to the swings. Before she could sit down, however, somebody tapped her on the back. She whirled around, expecting to see her Dauntless friends. Instead, it was the Erudite boy she had asked for help in the library a couple months ago.

"Listen," he said, his voice muffled by the thick hood of his jacket. "I've been looking into that Ritter you asked me about and I found out some very strange things. How did you hear about her?"

Darn it! Natalie cursed internally. I knew I shouldn't have asked someone else about this! Still, the boy's statement sparked her curiosity. Putting on her best nonchalant smile, she replied, "Oh, I needed it for a school project, remember? Don't worry, I got my teacher to assign me an easier person to research, though could you tell me what you learned about this Ritter anyways?"

The boy shook his head. "No, you can't possibly have heard about this person at school. I'll tell you what I know if you tell me where you heard it."

Natalie groaned. Never tell anybody outside the family about the key, her mother had warned her. And she had to be her usual disobedient self. "I…I really can't tell you," she muttered apologetically. "Besides, I hardly see how that makes a differe—"

"It makes all the difference," interrupted the boy. His eyes looked strangely panicked. "I need to know if you came across the word randomly or if you actually know something. If you're not going to tell me, I can't disclose any information."

The Dauntless hesitated. You really do need to solve the mystery behind this key, since you'll need to use it someday, said a voice in her head. And it's unlikely you'll figure it out on your own if none of your ancestors could.

But the key is supposed to be a family secret! countered a second voice in her head. You can't just go telling strangers all about it!

He already knows the information, so what harm will it do to show him the key?

Because he might go telling everyone…

"Agh! Screw it all!" Natalie burst out suddenly, cutting off the internal argument raging in her head. "I might as well tell you. But you must promise never, ever to tell anybody else what I'm about to say to you, okay?"

"Of course not," replied the boy, watching in anticipation as Natalie pulled the silver key out of her pocket.

Natalie clenched the key in her palm a moment, studying the Erudite's face to see if his promise was sincere. "Not even your parents?"

"I never tell them anything anyways."

"Or best friends?"

The boy shrugged. "Don't have any."

"Okay," Natalie agreed at last. She unclenched her palm. "When I turned sixteen last July, I inherited this key. It's been in our family for generations, though nobody has any idea what it's for. My mother said it was my destiny to figure out how to use it. Now, see this side here, where it says 'Ritter'? That's why I was asking about it. Nobody in my family seems to know what it means."

The boy gingerly took the key in his hands and examined it closely. When he turned it over and saw the word "Prior," he jumped a little and stared at Natalie with a mixture of awe and fear. "Wh-who exactly are you?"

"I'm Natalie Prior," she answered nervously. "That key is the Prior family heirloom, so I see why that's carved on there. But I don't get the deal with 'Ritter.'"

The boy looked too stunned by her response to reply. He had better not be pulling my leg, because that will not end well. She prodded him gently. "What's your name?"

"A-Andrew Carr…"

"Well, Andrew, are you going to tell me about this Ritter or not?" demanded Natalie impatiently.

"Wha-oh, hmm, how should I explain this…" the boy leaned against the bars of the swing set, rubbing his chin contemplatively. "You know there was this massive war before the factions were created, right?"

Natalie frowned, vaguely recalling some mention of an event like that from Faction History. "Yeah, I think it was a few decades back."

"About 174 years ago, actually," Andrew corrected her. "Anyways, the factions within our city were created in order to prevent such large-scale warfare from happening again. The initial inhabitants of this place voluntarily put aside all their memories of the outside world in the hopes that future generations would never know of violence. One of the first inhabitants was a woman originally called Amanda Ritter, who later changed her name to Edith Prior. I didn't find any mention of a key connected to her, but it's likely she was the one who forged it. There is a very high probability that you are her descendant."

"How did you dig up all of this?" asked Natalie in amazement. "I swear I searched everywhere for that name, but I never found anything!"

"Um, you'd be surprised what's stored in the Erudite databases," Andrew replied hesitantly. "If you know what you're looking for, it's got the answers to almost everything."

"Thank you so much!" Natalie cried, jumping up and down excitedly. "Do you reckon there's information in there about what this thing actually opens?"

The Erudite boy nodded, looking simultaneously eager and nervous. "There probably is. I'll do a search and get back to you on this, okay?"

"Awesome!" Natalie smiled. Finally, I'm getting somewhere.

February 2

Marcus

"For goodness sakes, Johanna, do you go around collecting people in distress?" Marcus protested as his friend sat down at the cafeteria table with Evelyn in tow.

Johanna shrugged and motioned for the girl to sit down. "They were picking on her again, so I thought I'd invite her over to join us."

Marcus groaned. Sometimes Johanna was far too nice for her own good. Ironically, it was because of this kindness that she had no friends in Candor.

"It's okay, I can manage on my own," said Evelyn resignedly, seeing his irritated expression. "I didn't mean to bother you."

"Nonsense," snorted Johanna. "You're no trouble at all." Evelyn smiled gratefully and slid in next to the Candor across from Marcus.

"Say," said Marcus suddenly, remembering their previous conversation, "have you decided whether you're going to Abnegation or Amity yet, Evelyn?"

She tilted her head contemplatively. "I'm not sure, but Johanna's been telling me all sorts of interesting stuff about Amity. It sounds like a nice place."

Marcus nearly choked on his soda. "Johanna! Is it not enough that I have to hear you rambling on and on about Amity's virtues all day long? Do you have to brainwash the rest of the population too?"

The Candor laughed and twirled her spaghetti around her fork. "As though you don't make long speeches about why Abnegation is the best."

He folded his arms. "My arguments actually make sense, whereas you are just blindly worshipping a bunch of banjo-strumming lunatics!"

Johanna rolled her eyes and stood up. "Here we go again. Evelyn, do try to stay alive for the next few minutes while I go get a bag of chips. You'll find that plugging your ears delays the mind-numbing effects of his words somewhat."

She turned and headed towards the lunch line as Marcus scowled behind her back. Why can't Johanna see that Abnegation is where all the important stuff actually happens? Let's see if this Evelyn is a bit more sensible. "You know, Amity's not as wonderful as Johanna makes it sound," he told her. "She gets a little…overenthusiastic about certain things."

Evelyn looked up curiously. "I can see the overenthusiasm, but what's not to like about Amity?"

"Well, for one thing," said Marcus in a low voice, "they don't tolerate unhappiness for any reason. It doesn't matter if you just broke your leg or your cousin died or whatever. You're supposed to wear a smile and be amiable all the time." Well, that's not strictly true, but the more Erudite-haters I convert to Abnegation, the better the chance I'll be able to do something bad to Erudite someday.

Evelyn's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, careful to maintain steady eye contact. "Besides, the Amity are cowards. They don't really prevent conflict; they run from it. The Abnegation, on the other hand, genuinely want to help those in need. I'm sure you've witnessed that?"

Judging by the way Evelyn nodded, Marcus could tell he had struck a chord. Just keep pushing it. "You know, the people in Abnegation are like one big family. Everyone looks after everyone else, and nobody is ever unkind. It simply isn't allowed. I think you would have a wonderful time there."

Evelyn hesitated. "But doesn't life get dull in Abnegation?"

He shook his head. "That's what everybody thinks, but it's not true. Sure, we don't have possessions, but we are actually far more content than the other factions. Helping others gives you a sense of self-fulfillment none of the other factions can understand." Marcus paused a moment to let her absorb his statement. "The Amity look happy, but it's really more of an empty idleness. The Erudite, by their own faction manifesto, can never feel satisfied so long as there are mysteries left in the world. The Dauntless, well, they're happy when they're drunk, I guess, but they've got to constantly worry about someone jumping out at them with a gun. And, obviously, the Candor will argue the living daylights out of anyone, which I don't think is a good recipe for living a joyful life."

"I don't know," said Evelyn doubtfully. "Everyone seems to think the Abnegation are idiots for being so selfless. No offense to you, of course," she added quickly.

Sheesh, why does everyone think the Abnegation are wimps? Marcus wondered. They're hopelessly deluded. Thinking fast, he said, "Evelyn, you hate Erudite, don't you?"

"Of course," she asserted. "They're the most vicious faction of the lot."

Should I trust her with my speculations? In the past few years, Marcus had gradually started to blame the Erudite for the physical abuse he endured. After all, it was Richard's death that had driven Mr. Eaton somewhat insane. To take revenge, though, Marcus needed to gather an army. Could Evelyn aid his cause? She had a quiet, pensive air about her, but her black eyes sparked with anger whenever her faction was mentioned. Hates Erudite, but has no mind of her own. Excellent. "Well, out of all the factions, Abnegation is most opposed to Erudite. Not directly, of course, because that's not in our nature. But we strongly despise them for their selfishness, and because we control the government, we can keep them under control."

"I never thought about it like that," Evelyn admitted. "I didn't know the Abnegation could even dislike anyone. Interesting…"

"See?" asked Marcus eagerly. "There's more to them than gray blandness. They're the bane of that greedy eyeball faction."

"But just because I hate Erudite doesn't mean I should join your faction, though," the girl pointed out. "There are some classmates of mine I wouldn't mind giving a good kick, but I'm not actively seeking vengeance. And I really don't think I could live in Abnegation without going crazy."

Marcus groaned. Why does everyone overlook Abnegation's importance? At this rate, I'll never be able to avenge my brother. "Perhaps, but you really don't want to be going to Amity. The Erudite visit them all the time to give them tree enhancing powders or whatever nonsense they come up with. Besides, they're all super talkative, so a shy person like you would have a terrible time there."

"I don't know, I don't think I'm anywhere near selfless enough," Evelyn explained, distressed.

"Selfless enough for what?" interrupted Johanna, who had returned with some chips.

"Abnegation," Evelyn answered. "Your friend here was trying to convince me to join them."

Johanna looked at Marcus. "And what were you saying about me and my Amity propaganda?"

"I thought Evelyn should hear the philosophies of both sides before making any decisions," he replied coolly. "After all, it's just fair, isn't it?"

April 18

Andrew

"Still no luck?"

Andrew looked around the public library to make sure nobody was listening to them—the carpet floors here made it relatively easy for potential eavesdropper to sneak up on them. "No. Nothing," he answered. "I'm sorry, but if I haven't found something by now, I don't think there's anything."

Natalie looked puzzled. "But surely if they've got such specific details on Edith, there would be some mention of the key?"

"Perhaps it was solely her own creation and was never documented," guessed the Erudite boy. "But it does make me wonder…"

"Wonder what?" asked Natalie, gazing intently at him.

Andrew teetered on the verge of speech. For the past few weeks, he had been wondering whether to tell Natalie about Operation Convergence. A bit of digging around in the secret Erudite database had revealed that Amanda Ritter was one of the key organizers of the faction project; he felt it was only right that her descendant should know if someone was trying to destroy it.

What should I do? Andrew was desperate for somebody to talk to, to confirm his growing belief that Operation Convergence was downright evil. But the only three other people in the world who know about it are all crazy. My parents believe in Convergence so strongly they willingly murdered for it. And, if possible, Jeanine seems even more enthusiastic about it than either of them. This last part shocked him the most. Though the knowledge that his own parents were serial killers was sickening, Andrew so rarely saw them that he realized they could conceivably be doing anything while they were "at work in Erudite headquarters." But never had he witnessed Jeanine latch so strongly to any idea. A terrifyingly cold determination seemed to have taken hold of her, driving out all other thought. Week after week she dragged Andrew down to the computer lab to help her gather data. She checked every detail of Convergence for flaws, updated obsolete maps, and even added formulations of her own. When Andrew tried to get her to see the immorality of it all, she grew increasingly annoyed. They had begun arguing about their differing views a few weeks back, and at one point Andrew was positive that if Jeanine had not needed him to access the database, she would've pushed him off a high building. How could it be that he no longer recognized the person who had been his only friend for nearly a decade?

I need to tell someone sane about Operation Convergence, and there is no one else to turn to but Natalie.

"Hey, Natalie," he began nervously. "I think Edith Prior might have been involved in some…larger plan."

The Dauntless girl widened her eyes in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Andrew took a deep breath to clear his jumbled thoughts. "Well, you see, after last year's Choosing Ceremony, my parents told me the strangest thing…"

An hour later, Natalie clutched her head as she struggled to comprehend the mind-boggling ideas Andrew had just finished explaining. "Wait a sec…so you're saying we're supposed to leave this place someday?"

Andrew nodded. "Yes, as soon as there are enough of the Divergent. Interestingly, our generation has been marked as 'Generation 1,' because we are supposed to be the first generation to have a significant proportion of Divergent. In fact, we are due to leave in thirty years or so."

"And you think me being '1' has something to do with that?" asked Natalie, looking simultaneously doubtful and excited.

"It's likely," he answered.

"But you still have no idea what exactly I'm supposed to do with the key?"

"No, I'm sorry. But I bet it has to do with something outside the fence."

Natalie looked disappointed. "Hmm…maybe I'll just have to wait and see, then. And this freaky Jeanine girl…have I seen her before?"

Andrew thought about this for a moment. "I'm not sure how much attention you Dauntless pay to us, but you've definitely passed the two of us in the hallway while we were talking."

"You remember seeing me pass by even though we didn't know each other back then?!" demanded Natalie incredulously.

He blushed. "Um…well, I'm Erudite, so I'm supposed to notice things, right?"

Thankfully, Natalie appeared to be deep in thought and hadn't registered his comment. "Hold on…you said Jeanine's parents made her super smart, right?"

"Unfortunately so," sighed Andrew.

"And she's become a sadistic monster?"

"I couldn't have found a better adjective."

Natalie's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh my god. Please tell me I'm wrong."

"What?" Andrew felt his stomach clench.

"Jeanine's siblings died, so that part of Convergence failed," said the Dauntless girl, frowning in concentration. "But she's still alive. What's to prevent her from becoming the leader of Erudite and carrying out the whole plan in the future?"

"Well, because…" Andrew struggled to find a hole in her reasoning, but could not. How did I not think of that? "Oh, no. You're right. The only way she could be ousted out of the position is if she dies before the current leader retires. Or if somebody turns up who has an even higher IQ than her." Even as he said it, Andrew knew that neither of those things was likely to happen.

They fell silent as they contemplated the full horror of the situation.

"What about you?" asked the Dauntless girl after a moment. "You seem pretty smart to me."

That's an intriguing thought, Andrew reflected, but quickly dismissed the idea. "No," he said, shaking his head firmly. "I'm not being modest here, I'm nowhere near as intelligent as Jeanine. I may be able to comprehend most of what she's saying, but there's no way in a million years I could beat her on an IQ test."

"Is there anybody else who could?" she asked anxiously.

"Nobody at school that I know of. And if there are any such adults, they'll probably be too old when it's time to choose the next leader," he answered solemnly.

Natalie clutched the edge of the table. "This is bad. This is really, really bad."

Despite the seriousness of their new discovery, the Erudite felt a strange sense of relief. "So, Natalie, you think Operation Convergence is evil too, right? I'm not insane?"

"It's beyond evil!" she cried vehemently. "It's so wrong I don't even know what to call it! How can anyone support it?"

Thank goodness. It's my parents and Jeanine who are in the wrong, not me. Andrew felt a huge burden of guilt lift from his mind, only to be replaced by an equally heavy weight of confusion and terror. "If Jeanine becomes leader, she will have the time, ingenuity, and inventions of every single Erudite at her disposal. She could easily complete what her grandfather started with almost no resistance. Nobody will even know what's going on!"

Natalie clenched her fists. "Then we need to tell everybody in the city about this!"

For a moment, Andrew was tempted to agree with her, but then his senses caught up to him. "No, we can't. Nobody would believe us because nobody would understand the data. And besides-"

"I believed you," Natalie pointed out.

"That's because you had the Prior key! And besides," he continued, "it's too early for people to see the Ritter files. We don't have enough Divergent yet. An early disclosure could ruin everything."

"Well, then, we've got to fight against it ourselves," she said matter-of-factly.

Andrew hesitated. He had been so eager for someone to understand, but still… "I'm telling you about Convergence because I didn't know what to think of it, and I needed another perspective," he explained carefully. "For you, siding against it is a no-brainer. But you've got to understand, I'm in a totally different situation here. The ones running Operation Convergence are my own parents. I may not agree with them anymore, but I can't just…wage war on them or something." He looked Natalie in the eye, pleading with her to understand his dilemma. I'm not one of them, but I'm not prepared to go against them. Not yet.

He had expected the Dauntless girl to tell him how ridiculous it was to cling to family ties, how he should think of them as criminals and nothing else. Instead, she patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. "That's alright, I get it. I'm surprised you even let me in on this."

In a split second, Andrew felt his brain go to mush again. "I…well, that is…um…"

"Well, I've got to go," said Natalie, checking her watch. "Can we meet here tomorrow? I have about a billion questions, but I promised my mother I'd be at target practice at six."

"Of course," Andrew nodded as they stood up and walked out of the library. "Just please don't tell anybody about Operation Convergence, okay?"

"I won't," Natalie promised with a smile. "Bye!"

"See you." As Andrew watched the Dauntless girl sprint down the pavement to catch a train, his mind questioned the logic of telling her about such sensitive information. But in his heart, he knew he'd done the right thing.

April 29

Jeanine

Jeanine stood against the back wall of her parents' former study, trying to memorize the positions of the dizzying arrays of charts, maps, diagrams, and lists she had tacked to the wall. Over the past few months, she had assembled so much data about Operation Convergence that it had filled up almost every single surface in the house. Once every three months, she had been forced to take it all down and hide it when the old Erudite woman who had been assigned to be her "guardian" came around to check on her.

As though I haven't been taking care of myself since I was seven, Jeanine thought resentfully as she began pulling tacks off the wall. At least this is the last time. Soon, I'll go through initiation and finally become an adult. Ever since she was young, Jeanine had had an irrepressible urge to figure things out and make plans. Whatever she did, though, always felt too trivial to be of use. Thus, she conducted countless experiments and invented hundreds of gadgets semi-randomly, losing interest in them as soon as they were completed. Now, with Operation Convergence, Jeanine had finally found her purpose in life.

As she stacked a series of graphs together, she realized that she had forgotten to get a copy of the population counts before the war. "Darn it," she muttered, picking up her phone. "Why couldn't my grandfather have organized his files more efficiently?"

She punched in Andrew's cell phone number and waited. On the twelfth ring, he finally picked up. "Hey, listen," she said quickly, "I need file A-28471 from the database. Do you think you can go down there and retrieve it for me? I would go too, since there are some other remote sensing quanta I'd like to examine, but the inspector is stopping by in two hours. So could you just fax me the file?"

There was a pause at the other end of the line. "I can't," said Andrew at last. "I've, er, been grounded for not doing my chores."

Jeanine listened suspiciously to the background noise on the other end of the line. "I can hear car horns and a girl talking in the background who is definitely not your mother."

"That's the TV," Andrew answered bluntly. "I need to go. My dad's coming and I'm not supposed to be on the phone."

Before she could react, the line clicked dead. "DO YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT?!" she screamed, throwing the phone back onto its cradle in disgust. "WHAT ERUDITE ON EARTH DOESN'T HAVE A HOUSE-CLEANING UNIT THAT DOES THE CHORES?!" And that was no random girl in a movie. That was Natalie Prior!

Jeanine paced around the study, seething with rage. Something wasn't adding up; why had Andrew suddenly begun making wild excuses to avoid working on Operation Convergence? And why had he become so attached to a total stranger from another faction?

Unless ...

Unless they are plotting something behind my back. She stopped dead in her tracks, feeling a shiver of dread go down her spine. That's the only logical explanation for Andrew's aberrant behavior. But why is he working with Natalie Prior, of all people? Does she know something too? I need to get to the bottom of this.

May 7

Johanna

"You TOLD her about the WHOLE PLAN?!"

"It's none of your business. Leave me alone."

"I'm not going to! Not until I know whether you're in agreement with Convergence or not!"

"We're against it. Now shut up and get out of the way!"

Johanna had been ambling through the streets—her father had finally deemed her old enough to explore the city on her own—when she heard angry voices echoing out of a narrow alley. Peering in, she saw three figures engaged in a heated argument. Vaguely, she recognized them as Andrew, Natalie, and Jeanine. That's an odd combination, thought Johanna. I wonder what they're yelling about. She inched forward to listen.

"I can't let you go running around the city telling everyone about this!" snapped Jeanine. "You know too much!"

"Why can't you just accept that your grandfather was wrong?" Andrew cried. "The factions were made for a purpose, a good one, and Operation Convergence is going to destroy it!"

Jeanine grimaced. "How many times do I need to tell you this? The Divergent are mutants! They understand nothing about advancement of society and want to trap us all in a communist sinkhole!"

"That's not true!" Natalie growled. "Your ancestors reduced the world to total chaos! The Divergent are our only hope of survival!"

"I wouldn't expect a dull Dauntless such as you to understand the full complexity of the situation," the Erudite girl scoffed, "but you, Andrew, surely you can see the logic in all of this? Everybody nice and uniform in their own factions, with the intellectuals in control?"

Behind a trash bin, Johanna gasped. What's going on here?

"And then what?" demanded Andrew. "Be enslaved to the ICL when they come recruiting for soldiers?"

"The worthless will be," Jeanine nodded, as though he had finally said something right. "But the Erudite at least will be put in charge of a new world. Why are you against this?"

"You're crazy!" Andrew retorted. "Absolutely, positively off your rocker! How can you possibly be so selfish? And there will be no world to rule if the ICL takes over, don't you get it? It only destroys, not creates!"

There was a pause as Jeanine tilted her head to consider his statement. "I'm sorry to hear you say that, Andrew," she said at last. "Since you and Natalie know all the critical information and plan to oppose it, you, like the Divergent, are a significant threat to Operation Convergence. You leave me no choice but to eliminate both of you."

Jeanine pulled the silver clip out of her hair and pressed a series of buttons on its side. Johanna watched in horror as the clip morphed into a spiked laser gun. What is she going to do with that?

Natalie drew a knife from her belt. "Don't even think about it, you freak! I have been trained in combat from birth. If you don't get out of the way in five seconds, you'll be sorry!"

"Jeanine, just leave us alone!" Andrew cried, looking from the knife to the spiked contraption in terror. "Why does it matter what two sixteen-year-olds know?"

Jeanine ignored his plea and flicked a switch on her gadget. It lit up, ominously blue, and began to make a faint whirring sound. "Do you know what this is capable of, you foolish Dauntless? Do you know what will happen to you if you get hit by it?"

Natalie gritted her teeth. "Five…"

Johanna studied their expressions with her Candor-trained senses. Andrew was pale with terror. He's scared of violence and wants to get out of here. Natalie clutched her knife, looking both angry and desperate. Despite all her bravado, she knows she doesn't stand much of a chance against that gadget, but she's going to try anyway. Jeanine studied her opponents with a calculating expression, aiming her weapon coolly at them. And this one will stop at nothing to destroy them.

"Four…"

Neither girl is going to back down, Johanna concluded. Should I run and get help?

"Three…"

No, she decided. Somebody might be dead by then. Should I jump in and break up the fight?

"Two…"

That would be stupid in the extreme, given how angry they are, Johanna told herself. But I can't let someone be killed right in front of me!

"One…"

Johanna took a deep breath and plunged into the alley before she could change her mind. "Stop this fighting, both of you!" she shouted, jumping between Jeanine and Natalie. "If you have problems, discuss it like civilized people, why don't you?" Both combatants turned and stared at her. They won't kill me. They can't. It's illegal. Please, don't let them kill me.

"Get out of the way, stupid Candor!" growled Jeanine. "Do you want to die an early death?"

"I know your faction values justice and due process of the law, but we're really past that point now," said Natalie gently but firmly, drawing a second knife concealed within her pocket. "Please move."

"No, I will not," replied Johanna. "You were about to get into a big fight. Violence can and must be stopped wherever and whenever it happens." Why can't people ever understand that?

Before Natalie could respond, Jeanine ducked around the Candor and aimed her contraption at the Dauntless girl's head. An ice-blue length of glowing wire shot out of one of the spikes. Instinctively, Natalie raised her knives to shield herself. The wires ricocheted off the metallic surfaces of the blades and rebounded straight at Johanna's right eye.

The world went black as a bolt of unimaginable pain ripped through Johanna's face. "ARGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, feeling pulses of searing hot and piercing cold drill through the nerves under her skin. THE PAIN THE PAIN THE PAIN THE PAIN!

Uh oh, this looks bad! While we wait for the next chapter, why don't we take a look at the…

Sheronnale Trivia #4!

Sadly, Johanna's injury will not be enough to stop the fight. Who will prevail? Legendary fighter Natalie Prior and her swords of doom, or evil genius Jeanine Matthews with her lasers of death?

Natalie's advantages:

Being Dauntless, she has been battle training since she was born.

Andrew can back her up if things get desperate.

Jeanine's advantages:

She could outsmart Natalie and lure her into a trap.

Her gadgets are extremely powerful and have a long range.

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