What's up my fellow Divergenters? (Idk...) I am so happy and grateful with the amount of follows, reviews, and favorites I have received! Please keep it up and check out my other two stories-

The Beauty of One: Where Tris is a total badass after being assaulted a month before her Choosing Day

The Manifestos: Nothing much, just the complete Manifesto of each faction. (I 3 DAUNTLESS!)

I will sing you a song.

I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU!

BUT IM FEELING DAUNTLESS!

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT IF,

YOU JUMP ONTO THE TRAIN,

THEN JUMP DOWN THE NET,

AND SEE TOBIAS,

DAUNTLESS, OOHH!

LOL. I might continue singing the song if you want me to. Put it in the reviews.

Chapter II. The Aptitude Test

BEATRICE

I wake up sore, in the closet once again. It must've only been a day. Marcus would never let me miss the aptitude tests. I push open the door, to my luck it's unlocked. I carefully wobble down from the elevated closet space, and limp to the shower in my room. I let the water pound onto my bloody back, letting the hot water burn into my cuts and bruises. I quietly cry, the salty tears mixing with the burning water. I step out of the shower once all blood has washed away from my skinny, frail body. I change into a long sleeve dress with a tank top underneath. I step out of the house, releasing the nervous breath I held when I see that Marcus's car is gone. I walk to school.

-o0o-

I stand in a horizontal line, waiting for the test. The people who come out before us have an array of mixed emotions, ranging from scarred to being ecstatic. I gulp. My test taker opens the door. "Beatrice Eaton." I cringe at the use of my name. It's something that relates me to Marcus, who is a monster. Inside, a Dauntless woman of Asian ethnicity motions for me to come in. I walk towards her.

She pushes me down into a seat in the middle of the room. Not in the brute and forceful way Marcus does, but in a kinder way. I shiver when I think about Marcus. Or maybe it's just because of the cold steel of the chair. "My name is Tori. I usually work in the tattoo parlor in Dauntless. I will be your test administrator." I nod. She sets up the simulation. I look at her.

She doesn't seem to have as many tattoos and piercings as some of the other Dauntless I've seen jumping off of trains, but what makes me most curious is the hawk tattoo on the back of her neck. "Why the hawk?" I blurt out. Oops. "I have never met a curious Abnegation before." She smirks.

"It is to represent the sun, and overcoming my fear of the dark." I nod in approval. She hands me a glass with a clear liquid. "Drink." I do as told, maybe because she is intimidating, but because I am used to following orders. I sip the serum, and close my eyes.

-o0o-

I open my eyes to find myself in an endless room of mirrors. Mirrors. Ironic if I say so, Abnegations only view their reflections every three months. I haven't been able to see myself since I was ten. A bowl with cheese and a bowl with a knife appear in front of me. "Choose." A clear and stern voice says. I do as told. I hesitantly curl a finger around the knife. The bowls disappear, and I hear a dog growl. I turn around to see a dog charging towards me. I throw the knife at it. I immediately feel bad. It's just a simulation. An Abnegation girl appears. The dog comes back to life, and charges toward her.

I instinctively run and tackle the dog. I fall through the floor. I find myself on a bus. A shady, Factionless man comes up to me and shoves a newspaper in my face, with a picture of Marcus.

"Do you know this man?!" When I am just about to nod, I remember, I don't want to be Candor. I shake my head. The man starts to scream now.

"You know him! You could save me!"

"Well, I don't."

The scene disappears as I find myself back in the room with Tori. She seems just as frantic as that man in the simulation. She hits some buttons on the computer. "Well, that was…perplexing."

Perplexing?

"What were my test results?" I ask.

"You cannot tell anyone. Not even your family." I scoff. What family? I don't have one.

"Your results were inconclusive." My lips part.

"That means you got aptitude for more than one faction. You are something we call…" She looks around is if something is going to pop up any moment. "Divergent. You have Dauntless and Abnegation. I will put your result in as Abnegation. Go home."

Home? I can't go home. Not with Marcus.

"It's fine. I'll stay at school." She looks at me skeptically, but concedes. I walk out. I finish up the rest of my classes.

Once I get home, I brace myself for the beating.

"What did you get?" Marcus says from the door, quietly.

I know quietly is intimidating.

Quiet with Marcus is deadly.

I gulp. I can't lie to him, but I can't tell him the truth.

"Abnegation." I reply. It isn't a total lie, Tori reported my result as Abnegation to the Factions system.

Marcus smiles that wicked sneer of his. "Good. You will have no… lesson... tonight. Cook dinner, then head to bed." I nod.

After I cook dinner, I head to the bathroom. I shower. I let the water sink in to my scars. My whole back, which is covered in them, is deformed from the belt. I have a lot to think about. I change and go to bed.

Dauntless black.

Abnegation grey.

Choosing Day.

Leaving Marcus.

DIVERGENT.

There it is, chapter two of Switched! Please review, favorite, and follow! I update at least once a day for at least one or all of my stories, it depends, really.

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