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[Ygritte]

TRISTAN HUNT
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As Tristan's eyes opened once again, he was standing in the cafeteria, empty of all students and tables, save for the one that was sitting directly in front of him. Two wicker baskets were on the table, their colour a maroon. Inside the left basket, there was a hunk of cheese, the right, a decent sized knife. He could not think of any way that the two could've been connected. Looking up from the table, he stared out the windows, to see that snowflakes fell from the sky. He didn't know whether it snowed often where he lived, he couldn't remember much, as he could only focus on the two baskets.

"Choose." A voice from behind said to him.

"Why?" He replied, wanting an explanation.

"Choose."

"Can't I have them both?" Tristan's voice was annoyed as he looked back at the two. The cheese didn't seem at all appetising, but he suspected that he wasn't going to eat it, anyway. The knife was long and sharp, but he wasn't great with knives, and there wasn't any immediate danger that he needed a weapon for. The feminine voice began to scream at him, demanding that he pick one of them. He continued to question her, not wanting to make a decision until he had all the information he could cram inside him.

"Fine. Don't take one. Not my problem." Her voice was furious, but drifted into the air and disappeared. As did the table, along with the baskets and choices.

There was a silent for a short moment, before Tristan felt a presence behind him. It was confirmed by the steps the boy heard coming towards him. Turning, his eyes locked with a dog which was prowling towards him. Its black fur contrasts with the white walls of the cafeteria, making it easy to spot. An eardrum-breaking bark filled the air, causing him to take a couple of steps back, and lose his balance. A knife would be useful right about now, he thought, almost laughing. Almost. As he focused on the dog, he waited for it to come crawling to him. He could've ran, he could've fought, but he knew that it wouldn't have had a great outcome. A lot of dogs could outrun any human, and Tristan was willing to bet that that dog was one of them. Once he realised that he had no options that could save him, he sunk to his knees and buried his face in his hands. Fear vibrated through his body, and he wished that he was anywhere else. He was going to die.

Though his eyes were clamped shut, he knew that the animal was nearby. Its vicious barking continued to increase in volume, until he was sure that he was about to hear a pop! and then nothing. But then, something happened. A liquid began to drip down his hand, a result of the dog's tongue. Saliva. It did it again. The barking finished, and Tristan heard his heart beating, as though it was going to burst from his chest. Moving his hands from his face, he looked at the creature once again. Its eyes looked playful, instead of the anger from earlier. Carefully patting his right ear, Tristan let out a toothy grin and exhaled from his noise, too terrified to laugh. It was just looking for a friend, not trying to hurt him! They play for a while longer, him being extra cautious not to anger the dog.

Looking up, he realised that the two of them were not alone. A little girl, no older than six, raised her hands into the air and began to run towards them. Her white dress fluttered as she came over. "Puppy!" She yelled, her voice laced with excitement. A grin was plastered on her poor face, but it was wiped off as soon as the dog pounced onto her, tackling her to the ground. Tristan couldn't think, and did not feel much sympathy for her either. In his opinion, it was her own fault that she was being slaughtered. As soon as the child was no where to be seen, most likely eaten, his mind recollected what he was meant to do, and he ran towards the creature. He grabbed it by its tail, and held it down, attempting to calm it once again, in a less effective way.

Opening his eyes once more, he found himself back in the testing room, where he had started. It was empty. It didn't even seem as though he was there, as there was no reflection of himself in the mirrors. Confused, he walked outside into the hallway, instead greeted by being on the aisle of a bus. No seats remain empty, so he was confined to the middle. "Do you know this person?" He turned to see a man holding a newspaper up to him. Noticing the man's scarred hands, he read: Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended! The headline was accompanied by an average looking man, sporting a beard. The man who was asking him cleared his throat, wanting an answer. Tristan knew the man, though he didn't know how, and he wasn't meant to tell the asker. He knew of it.

"What if I do?" He answered, a smirk visible on his face.

"Do you, or don't you?" Anger bubbled in his voice.

"Maybe I do, why should I tell you?"

"Do you?" He repeated, his voice growing louder. People turned to look.

"Yes." Tristan gave in. But then he raised his eyebrows, "you knew that I knew him all along! Why were you asking me? Are you testing me or something!"

The man leaned in, and he could see through his sunglasses to his eyes. One of them was lazy. Scars covered his face, and Tristan was sure that he could add to the collection. As the man opened his mouth to answer, his eyes closed and he was brought out of the simulation.

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As she turned the doorknob grasped firmly in her hand, and proceeded to step through the door, the first thing Alexandria noticed was how small and plain the room was, bare except for a steel recliner chair in the center. This lead to a whole rush of random thoughts as her mind attempted to think of what kind of test used such a space. Her thoughts were broken quite soon however, as a sharp voice slid through her daze,

"Are you going to shut that?"

The harsh tone evident. Alexandria's eyes were drawn towards a black and white clad, stern looking female standing beside a large monitor "Uh, yes" She muttered quietly, stepping inside and closing the door behind her, attempting to maintain the Abnegation way while at the same time her brain began reeling at the sight of the Candor woman. Oh hell no, this can't be happening she thought silently, resisting the urge to just run out of the room at full speed and get the hell out of there.

"Thank you. Now, if you would please sit down on the chair we can commence the test"

Ooh, someones a bit annoyed, huh? Alexandria thought, noticing the lack of effort to hide the evident exasperation the woman held. If only she could have pretended to be Candor, she wouldn't have to hide her true thoughts on the matter. But for now, she had to remain the good little Abnegation she supposedly was, and followed the orders to sit.

"Good. Now drink this, and don't ask any questions, because you will receive no answers"

Yes ma'am she answered silently, resisting the urge to roll her eyes and smirk as a hand grasped the small vial filled with an unfamiliar yellowish looking liquid. If this is urine, I swear to god I will kill someone Alexandria swore silently, feeling the cool touch of electrodes attaching themselves to her exposed flesh as she downed the yellow tinged substance with an internal shrug, figuring it couldn't be too bad if they gave it to all of the 16 year old's.
And then suddenly, there was no more room.

Not that she was complaining of course - any scenery other then that of the cold faced whats-her-name Candor tester, however it was strange. Gone were the white walls of the small cupboard-sized room, as she now found herself standing in a room surrounded by mirrors. It was surprising seeing herself. The Factionless lack of mirrors were much the same as the Abnegation, so this was the first time she had seen herself properly for years. It was a good thing it coincided with the first time she was completely clean and wearing clothes that had no rips or tears. Thanks to the grey clothing, she appeared rather plain, and she could understand how it would be easy to not notice her, like she and every other faction did with the Abnegation. There was only one difference though, and that was her eyes. She had been told she had bright eyes by her mother, but up until now she could never appreciate the true intensity of their green. She didn't have long to observe herself however, as her thoughts were abruptly shut off by a booming voice that seemed to emanate from thin air, as did the two baskets atop a table that appeared as the word rand out. Within one sat a hunk of meat, the other a knife.

"Choose"

The command was simple, as was her choice. She was immediately drawn to the knife, and as her hand grasped the rough hilt, a sense of safety, security and power came over her. Why they even offered the piece of meat was a mystery to her, and as she drew the blade out of it's resting place the table and baskets disappeared. Ok then.
And then a guttural growl echoed from behind her, and she turned to find a large and thoroughly angry looking canine glaring at her. Gee, he looks hungry she noted, realising what the meat would have been good for now. "Easy boy" She soothed, holding her arms up slightly in a non-threatening way, all the while maintaining a firm grip on the knife. Her words, however, seemed to be all the motivation the animal needed to attack, as he immediately began charging at her, jaws snapping. So this is how you want to go? Well, two can play at this game she smirked, crouching down and planting her feet firmly on the ground as she braced herself to the impending attack. As the beast of a dog came closer, it suddenly leapt at her, mouth full of sharp teeth aiming at her head... but she was ready. With one quick flick of her wrist, the blade stabbed through the heart of the animal.
And then it was gone.

She was now in a dimly lit room, and instead of a rough hilt her hand now held the cold hardness or metal... a gun. A gun pointed at a woman in a chair.

"Shoot her. Shoot her and you will save 100 lives. Don't, and she will live but they won't. Choose."

No. Somehow she knew this person was innocent, but at the same time she could not let those 100 people die. This time, she couldn't choose. So she didn't. Alexandria whipped herself around, and shot the man behind her, released the woman from her bonds, and as the door burst open she began shooting the guards that entered too...
Now, if she had been given more time, and of course survived, she would have gone on to attempt to rescue the 100 prisoners. But the Candor tester must have seen that, or at least gotten all she needed, for as suddenly as she was put in, she was brought out of the simulation with a gasp...

"Well that was fun" She muttered

[Ygritte]

TRISTAN HUNT
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As the familiar surroundings of the testing room were brought back to Tristan, he stared at the lights above him. His senses came back to him, he heard Faye—the tester—fretting beside him. She was frequently blinking, as if she were attempting to remove an image from her mind. A nervous feeling formed in his stomach as he watched the elder woman. As she removed the electrodes from him, a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Curious to find his results, he stretched his arms forward and sat up."Okay, that was fun. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to know where I belong." His mouth felt dry as the words came out, though he was sure there was no reason for anxiety.

The woman sat in her black chair, trying her best to look as though she were calm. "Could you promise me something first?" Every word that came out of her sparked him with more confusion. Tristan nodded his head slowly, and brushed a hand through his sweat filled hair. "You cannot tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. Promise?"

"Yeah, you're not meant to tell people your results. I'm not stupid. Promise." As he attempted to act snarky—as the Dauntless usually did—the feeling of anxiety inside him did not subside. Faye took a deep breath, and took his left hand and clasped her soft hands around his calloused one. It was quite a peculiar action, in Tristan's mind anyway, but it was probably something Abnegation did all the time. He imagined that Abnegation and Amity just ran around all the time hugging strangers and giving them daisy chains.

Squeezing his hand harder, the woman said, "you did not complete the test as others would." Alarm bells began ringing in his head. "The aptitude test is designed to rule out all of the other factions, leaving us with just one to tell you. This was not the case with you, Tristan." As Faye's soothing words finally registered in his brain, he clenched his fists so hard that they were probably on the verge of bleeding. She removed her hands from his, and let him get angry. He did not punch the mirror walls, as a true Dauntless might have, because he knew that that wasn't the case.

"Are you saying that I'm Divergent?" The last word almost stuck on his tongue, as if it wasn't meant to be there, it wasn't meant to exist. Just like Tristan. He had heard people talking about it on rare occasions, in hushed tones, trying not to be heard. That was when his eavesdropping skills came in handy. He had heard the word once and became curious immediately. So he hid behind a wall and listened to the two. They had discussed how those freaks ruin the faction system, and should all be eradicated. At that time, Tristan had nodded to himself, agreeing, and not knowing how he would be the one being hunted down.

"Yes, please don't say it so loud! At the beginning of the test, you did not choose the cheese. Which immediately ruled out Amity as a faction. If you chose the knife, Dauntless would be most likely for you. When you calmed down the dog, that was an Erudite response. After that, when it began chasing after the girl, you let it, which ruled out Abnegation entirely. But then you took it down after the girl had been attacked, which still brought Dauntless into question. After that, you told the truth on the bus. So, a Candor result." His head was struggling to keep up with her as she spoke, even though she talked slowly and clearly. "With your choices, you only ruled out two of the factions. Amity and Abnegation. You display equal aptitude for Candor, Dauntless, and Erudite." It explained why he hated Amity and Abnegation so much.

A string of curses rolled out of his mouth. "What does this mean, exactly?"

"You cannot share this information with anyone, ever. There will be people trying to hunt you down, they don't believe that you belong. You cannot let them do that. Stay safe. Make the right decision, please." She flashed him a weak smile. "Would you like to go home now to think?"

"No, I have to go back to my mates. They'll think it's suspicious if I just disappear." Standing up, he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. It seemed to shake for a moment, before returning to its usual stillness. As he returned back to his table where all of his Dauntless friends awaited him, he felt envy rush through his bones. He just wanted to be normal, not some anomaly. Sitting down, he glanced at all of their faces. Some filled with unease, they had already taken the test and knew how horrible it was. Others covered in excitement, wanting to know his results.

"What did you get? Candor?" Brittany said, unknowing.

Tristan didn't try to hide his smirk as he said, "Nope. Dauntless. I guess you're stuck with me."

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It took her a few seconds to realise she was indeed out of the simulation, but all it did was bring a wave of confusion crashing down on her as her brain attempted to comprehend what just happened. It would have been nice if I got some warning or something she sneered silently, doubling over on her chair to place her soothingly cool palms on her face, giving her eyes a quick rub. Not being born in a faction meant that her actions during the simulation meant nothing to her, so as the scenes replayed in her mind all she could do was wait until she was told. Forcing herself into a sitting position, legs swinging over the edge of the metallic recliner chair, Alexandria willed herself to look straight into the eyes of the Candor woman... who looked surprised. Well, more like a mix between surprise and shock and confusion and seeing-the-dead-ghost-of-your-aunt type thing. This caused panic to flutter inside of her stomach like little butterflies, as she will herself to remain strong as she spoke, praying that her secret hadn't been found out.

"So, how did I go?" She asked, attempting to sound casual. Her words seemed to be the wake up call the Candor woman needed, as she immediately gave her head a shake as if she had just dozed off, glanced back at the screen and then looked Alexandria dead in the eyes, composure completely returned to normal 'death-glare' status.
"Very well. However I mus be truthful and tell yo your results surprised me"
"Well, I don't blame you for being honest - it is the Candor way, am I right?" She retorted, before remembering that she was Abnegation and Abnegation don't... but what did it matter now, anyways? Plus, her words didn't seem to phase the tester at all. "So what were my results then?" She added, praying she wasn't about to be informed she was factionless or something. She highly doubted it, but she prepared her body to run if the worst case scenario did occur.
"I can't believe I am saying this, as this almost never happens within the Abnegation sector, but you my dear are Dauntless"
Dauntless. I, Alexandria Dawn, are a part of Dauntless. The words brought a wide grin upon her lips, as she took them all in. This was not what she had expected, yet at the same time is was. "I am Dauntless" She repeated out loud, ignoring the odd look Miss Ice Queen was giving her, allowing the words to sink in properly. She had done it. She had passed the test with flying colours. Who cared if it was deemed 'strange' that she was the only stiff to be Dauntless for ages? It was not like that was true anyways.

"Feel free to leave now" Candor said, obviously hurried to get on with the testing. Smile still plastered on her face Alexandria resisted the urge to hug the woman as she headed to the back door. Now all that's left is the choosing ceremony, and then you're done she realised, heading back towards the cafeteria. The first thing she noticed was the Dauntless Pony Boy from earlier, remembering the way he treated her supposed 'stiff' self, and as she returned to her seat, she made extra sure to pass their table. She knew you weren't supposed to tell your faction, but everyone did it. Even though there was a chance that they tested positive for factions other the Dauntless, she couldn't help but call a quick "Looks like I'll be seeing a lot more of you guys later" Before hastening her stride, laughing as she imagined what they would make of her vague statement, and what they would think when they see her place her blood in the hot coals of the Dauntless bowl at the choosing ceremony. "They're not going to know what hit them"

[Ygritte]

TRISTAN HUNT
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The following day, Tristan headed with his parents towards the building where the Choosing Ceremony took place. While his mother looked anxious for the event, her fading red locks twisted around her finger as she walked along, his father, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the event, and seemed as though he would rather be at home, where he could watch television and scream at the sports. Long ago, his career as a bodyguard had came to an end, he had been badly injured in his left leg and was forced to retire. It was when Tristan was just a young boy, four at oldest. Ever since, he spent his time at his house mostly, scolding people and using his leg to guilt trip people. Once upon a time, he loved his father with all his heart, but as he grew older, he began to see the flaws within him, and they weren't just small things, such as forgetfulness or stubbornness, they were tearing the family apart in giant chunks at a time. Tristan tried to ignore the inevitability of a divorce, feigning oblivion the best he could, but it was difficult. Some wounds just couldn't be hidden.

As The Hub came into view, he saw swarms of people rushing in. Greys and blues and reds and yellows and blacks and whites flashed around, causing the scene to be a burst of colour. For a moment, Tristan felt envy, knowing that for the rest of his life, he would be forced to wear dark colours. Not that light colours suited him, but it was nice to know that he could if he wanted to. But now, he had no choice, because he had opened his stupid mouth and told Brittany that his aptitude had been Dauntless. At least he hadn't told her that he had been Candor though, or he would have to tell the world of his disease and would probably be burned at the stake, or something similar. He could've most likely stayed safe in Erudite, but, during the previous night, Tristan remembered another conversation between some adults that he had overheard. "Poor child, she was only seventeen. The aptitude tests really need to be postponed until they're at least nineteen. Sixteen is too young to begin fighting against the government." Said a masculine voice.

"It's their own fault if they're tested Divergent, Mark. They serve no purpose in this world other than to destroy the faction system." A feminine voice replied.

"How can you say that? You're disgusting, did you know that? They're children, children! And human! They cannot help their genes." Mark sighed, "I only wish that more of them would choose Dauntless. We could teach them how to defend themselves properly. None of the other factions can do that."

After he remembered that memory, he was certain that he would stay in Dauntless. And if anyone tried to hunt him down, he would fight back, until he could walk no longer, and his hands and legs were on their last limbs. Eventually, they made it inside, and through the elevator, and before he knew it, it was time to say goodbye to his parents. His father simply gave him a pat on the back, mumbling something about choosing what he believes in. It didn't seem as though he cared any more about where his children ended up. Turning to his mother, she took his hand, pulling him away into a corner before he could speak. Tristan observed his mother, her green eyes that seemed to be able to observe every minuscule thing. It scared him slightly sometimes, wondering whether he was completely transparent to her. An open book. "Darling. What do you think of my clothing?" The question confused him, why would fashion concern her at that moment?

"I think it looks horrible. Why do you wear that jacket everyday? It's hideous." He answered honestly. Suddenly, he realised why she had asked. She knows! She knows! She knows! Alarms were going off in his head, and he was sure that at any moment, a gun would be pointed at his head. "Don't tell anyone, or I swear to God-"

"Tell anyone what?" A smirk was obviously planted on her face as she took him in for a hug. It was unusually tight, and Tristan knew exactly why. His mother wasn't sure whether she would be saying goodbye for a couple of weeks, or eternity.