Heya (Weird word I know, don't judge) Everyone!
This is the second chapter. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Opinions are always welcome.
Me: I own Divergent!
Universe: YOU WISH!
Me: Fine, but a girl can dream right? *sigh* Veronica Roth owns Divergent! And Insurgent. And Allegiant. *Sobs violently*
Violet POV
I push open the doors to the cafeteria and walk over to the Candor table. I sit down next to Peter and Drew and across from Molly.
"Hey guys," I greet them.
"Hey," They reply
The test administrators will call ten names, two from each faction. The administrators are mostly volunteers from Abnegation, but there is one Erudite and one Dauntless for the Stiffs that get tested.
The Stiffs sit quietly at their table and wait for their name to be called. The one I shoed out of the way this morning sits beside another girl. They look almost exactly the same; both have blond hair tied back in a bun and wear loose, grey Abnegation clothes. At another table, the Erudite are talking about books and newspapers. Some Amity girls are playing a hand slapping game of some sort. The Dauntless are laughing, shouting and playing a card game. Beside me, some Candor boys are arguing about something. Some of them are smiling, so it must not be serious. A tingling feeling in my cheek makes me snap out of my thoughts. I realize that Peter slapped me.
"What was that for?" I hiss at him.
"We have been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes," He tells me.
"What do you want?"
"What do you think you will get?" He asks.
"Dauntless," I reply, "you?"
"Dauntless all the way," Peter grins.
"Probably Dauntless," Molly says.
"No clue. You?" Drew asks me.
"Drew! We already talked about this," Peter rolls his eyes, "You are getting Dauntless. And do you really have to ask about Violent?" That earns him a smack on the back of the head and a glare.
"Ow," He says rubbing his head, "what was that for?"
"Calling me Violent instead of Violet,"
Molly and Drew's names are called in the next group. They go towards the exit. Ten minutes later, they sit back down.
"And?" I ask.
"Dauntless," They both reply with a grin on their face.
An Abnegation volunteer reads the next group of names. "Uriah Pedrad and Marlene Amboni from Dauntless, Beatrice Prior and Susan Black from Abnegation, Violet Hayes and Peter Hayes from Candor," I ignore the names from Erudite and Amity and get up towards the exit. The Stiffs are the ones I saw before, that look alike.
Outside the cafeteria, there are ten rooms. I go into room 7 and Peter into room 8. Inside, an Abnegation woman waits for me. She has pale green eyes, brown hair that is in a bun, and is wearing simple grey clothes.
"Sit down in the chair and get comfortable," She tells me, pointing to a chair in the middle of the room, "my name is Natalie." The chair looks like a dentist's with a machine next to it. I sit down and put my head on the headrest. Natalie attaches an electrolyte connected to the machine by a wire, to my forehead. Then she attaches another one to her own forehead. She hands me a vial of clear liquid.
"Drink this." She tells me. I obey and my eyes close.
When my eyes open again, I am in the school cafeteria, but all the tables are empty. I look around and notice I am alone. A table with two baskets is in front of me. When I walk closer, I notice it is a knife and a block of cheese.
A voice that belongs to a woman says, "Choose." I look around again, but I am still alone. What would I need cheese for? So I grab the knife. The baskets disappear. The door squeaks and is followed by a growl. I turn around and notice a dog standing about ten meters away from me. His eyes are completely black and he slowly creeps towards me, scowling.
Shoot! I have always been afraid of dogs ever since Peter's dog, Fluffy bit me when I was seven. I had to get several stiches on my left hand and it hurt like hell for two days. How sharp were those mutt's teeth? (She calls them mutts cause she hates them. All right? Cool.) All right, I can't think about that now. Mutts can smell fear, which leads them to attack. The dog comes closer to me, only about five meters. I still have the knife, but I don't want to kill it. I may hate dogs, but I'm not heartless. So I wont kill it, but I can't look it in the eye either, that's a sign of aggression. What to do? What to do?
I slowly drop to my knees in front of the dog. It's almost touching me now. Suddenly, the growling turns into panting. I lift my head to find it sitting beside me, with a calm look on its face.
"Puppy!"
A girl is standing on the other side of the room, with her arms outstretched. She starts to run towards the dog. I try to warn her but the dog is already in attack mode again, ready to pounce. I hurl myself on top of it and slam the knife into its neck. I hit the ground and the dog and girl are gone. I can't see anyone else, so I walk towards the exit.
When I push open the door, I am on a bus. All the seats are taken, so I stand and hold onto a handrail above my head. Beside me, a man is sitting reading a newspaper.
"Do you know this guy?" he asks pointing at the front page. It says, 'Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!' In the picture is a young man. He has a beard and his face is emotionless. I feel like I know him, but I don't know if I should tell the man the truth. I may be Candor, but I still lie often. I decide against it.
"Well?" He asks angrily. "Do you?"
"No. I have no idea who he is," I shrug my shoulders, "sorry."
"You're lying," He yells, standing up. "You're lying! I can see it in your eyes."
"Look at my clothes," I say, pointing to my white and black clothes. "Do I lie?"
"I am sorry for accusing you."
"Yes, you should be!" I yell, narrowing my eyes and loosing my temper with the man.
Beatrice POV
The tests are after lunch. I walk into the cafeteria and to the Abnegation table, sitting down beside Caleb. We can't prepare for the test in any way, so I have no idea what to expect. I look from Susan to the other tables.
The Dauntless are laughing and playing a card game, and the Erudite are reading books and newspapers. Beside them, some Amity girls play a hand slapping game. Then, at the Candor table, a group of boys appear to be arguing about something, and beside them, two boys and a girl are trying to get a girls attention. I follow her gaze to the Dauntless table. The boy finally slaps the girl across the face and she hits him on the head, growling. In Abnegation, that sort of violent behavior would not be allowed.
Caleb's name is called in the next group. After a few minutes, he comes back looking pale. An Abnegation volunteer calls the next group of names. "Uriah Pedrad and Marlene Amboni from Dauntless, Beatrice Prior and Susan Black from Abnegation, Violet Hayes and Peter Hayes from Candor," I block out the names from Amity and Erudite and walk to the exit, nervously following Susan. The boy and girl from Candor are also in this group. I think their names where Violet and Peter?
Outside the cafeteria are ten rooms. I walk into room 6, where a Dauntless woman waits for me. She wears all black and her dark hair has a teal streak. When she turns, I also see a hawk tattoo on the back of her neck. In the middle of the room is a chair, almost like a dentist's and a machine next to it.
"Don't worry," the woman tells me, "it doesn't hurt. Have a seat and get comfortable, my name is Tori."
I sit down in the chair and put my head on the headrest. Tori attaches an electrode to my head.
"Why the hawk?" I blurt out.
"Never meet a curious Abnegation before," She raises and eyebrow at me. She explains, "In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolizes the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark."
I can't help asking another question. "You're afraid of the dark?"
"I was," She corrects ad then shrugs. "Now it reminds me of the fear I've overcome," Tori stands behind me and hands me a vial of clear liquid. "Drink this," She says.
I swallow hard. "What is it? What is going to happen?"
"I can't tell you, just trust me,"
I drink the liquid and then my eyes close. I awaken in the school cafeteria. When I look around, I notice I am alone. On one of the tables in front of me are two baskets. I walk closer and see a knife and a block of cheese.
A voice says, "Choose."
"Why?" I ask.
"Choose," It repeats, with less patience this time.
"What will I do with them?"
"Choose!" The voice yells. I cross my arms and just stand there.
"Fine, have it your way," The baskets disappear and a door squeaks behind me. I turn around to be meet by a growling dog. It slowly creeps towards me, low to the ground. I am too weak to wrestle it to the ground, but I can't out run it. I have to make a decision. Fast. I think back to the day when we learned about dogs in biology. The textbook said to not look it in the eye, because it's a sign of aggression. I sink to my knees and look at the ground before the dog. Something wet and rough touches my cheek. I open my eyes and the dog stands in front of me whimpering.
"You're not such a beast, huh?"
I stretch out my hand and blink. When I open my eyes, a small girl stands in the doorway on the other side of the room.
"Puppy!" She squeals. I want to warn her, but I am to late. The dog is ready to pounce. I jump on top of the dog and wrap my arms around its neck. The dog and the little are gone, and I am alone again. I walk over to the door and push it open. It's not the school hallway, but a bus. The seats are all taken, so I hold onto a handrail in the aisle. Near me sits a man with a newspaper. I can't see his face.
He taps the picture on the front page. "Do you know this man?" He asks. The headline reads "Brutal Murder Finally Apprehended!" Underneath the headline is a picture of a young man. He has a beard, and his face is emotionless. I don't know how, but I feel like I know him. I have a feeling telling the man the truth will be a bad idea.
"Well?" The man asks angrily. "Do you?"
I clear my throat. I will not tell the truth, I have a feeling something bad will happen to me if I tell the man.
"Do you?" He repeats.
I shrug my shoulders.
"Well?"
"Nope," I say casually, "No idea who he is,"
"You're lying," he says. "You're lying!"
"I am not,"
"I can see it in your eyes."
"I am not," I repeat.
"If you do know him, you could save me. You could save me!" He yells.
"Well," I clench my jaw and narrow my eyes. "I don't."