User blog:Blissfully Mine/What's Beyond the Fence - A User Story

Okay, apologies everybody, but I don't think I'm going to go on with my rp sequel. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm just brain-dead of what will happen after the battle, since I was trying to avoid tying the Capitol into it but that was practically impossible. Instead, I will be making this user story.

Before I continue, no, it is not a role-play. I will be writing in different people's point of views, most will probably be mine, but everybody will have a chance of at least one or two POVs by the end, depending on how many people sign up. That number may vary if I get a lot, so please don't get upset if you aren't lucky enough to have more POVs than others. I'm not using random.org since that would be unfair, so I'm going to base it off of how many times I see you around the wiki, especially chat. Don't expect to get a longer POV if I barely know you, you do not come on chat frequently, or if you only visit this wiki once every three months. The more active I see you on here, commenting on the blog, etc, the better I can portray you, which will make my chapters easier to write, causing me to update faster.

I'll update once a day or so, most likely. If I don't update for more than three days, please tell me on chat or on my talk, since I might forget. I have another games going on, so I'll most likely tilt a little between trying to get several POVs done in a day, along with schoolwork and homework.

Now, this story is based on Divergent, but that's not it. There's a rumor of how people are getting reaped, going into games, somewhere beyond the fence. They call it Panem.

Erudite, now planning to get control over Chicago and even out the system, contacts Panem to merge for support of executing divergents and rebels. But not the districts.

The Capitol.

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Chapter One; The Aptitude Test - Summer's POV
The bus sways and I hold onto my seat for support. An elder woman gets on, looking at me.

"Are you going for the aptitude test?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good luck." A smile comes onto her face as I notice her crow feet by her eyes. I simply just nod, fiddling with a spare string hanging from my black and white dress. It was just polka dots, with a white collar at the top, which I had made sure was folded correctly. Today was the Aptitude Test, where every sixteen-year-old would take this test to figure out which faction you really belong in. I'd have to rely on that...what if it isn't Candor...I'll have to leave...

"You look troubled." The woman says again, concerned.

"Indeed I am," I reply, looking at the window. She smiles warmly. "You have nothing to be afraid of. Whatever choice you make, I'm sure your parents will be fine with. You're free to do your choice. I know it's hard...but really, y-"

"Yeah, it is hard. I don't want to leave them."

"You don't have to."

"The test defines me," I answer. "I don't have to but leaving Candor for another faction is basically like betrayal to my family. Staying in Candor immediately becomes betrayal to myself. But I don't want betrayal to anyone. I'm not selfish, but I want be able to see what lies beyond my faction."

"The choice is yours." She just stands there, her cane to support her. I'm almost frightened that if we take any sharp turns she fall down.

"Yeah." I state, as the bus comes to a halt. I slowly get up, allowing the elderly to go first before stepping off, and then find myself in the middle of the streets. Variety of color surrounds me, red, yellow, blue, black, everybody dressed neatly in each. Combinations in between. Exhaling softly, I find the Candor line and make my way to it, noticing that Dauntless is already here. I've always admired Dauntless...but Abnegation as well.

"Summer, right?" Somebody says behind me, and I turn around. It's a boy with sandy blonde hair and really nice green eyes, as a smirk lies upon his face. "Er...yeah."

"What's wrong with it?"

"A season as a name, really?"

"I don't even know you."

"Oh, but you do."

"I will f-"

"Ahh...you should keep your manners, don't you think? I'm just being honest."

I open my mouth to make a comeback but close it, turning back around. That's the thing about Candor guys. They're sadistic, but mostly honest. Whatever they tell you is what they're thinking about, what they actually see you as. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Everybody thinks I belong in a different faction, because in Candor I'm 'too silent'. It's true, really, I have no friends, but I know better to keep my thoughts in my head and don't let them slip off of my tongue. That's the weakness of Candor. They never realize the harm being inflicted, and they're rather full of it, because after every offense made, they say 'I'm just being honest'.

But sometimes you wish they weren't.

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Before I know it, it's time for Candor to go. I look over to the same boy from earlier, and he just gazes at me. I face the door and open it, being met by a young-faced, blonde woman with grey orbs.

"Summer, right?"

Why does everybody keep saying that?

"Yes. Summer Evans."

"Good, sit down. I'm Vanessa, I'll be your test administrator...What's with this whole always tell the truth thing?" She asks, and I slide myself into the cold, uncomfortable chair.

"I'd like to know the same thing." I respond, and she chuckles light-heartedly. Handing me a vial of blue liquid, I tilt my head back and drink it, knowing whatever it is, is most likely for the test. I feel my breathing slow by default, and I can still taste the bitterness at the back of my throat. "Good luck," is the last muffled words I hear before plunging into darkness and awakening by standing on the driveway of a house on fire. Constant screams come out of the windows. "Help! Help!" is all that swarms inside of my head and I duck inside without thought, coughing from the smoke, searching around but seeing nothing but flames licking the walls. The voice continues and I realize it's from upstairs.

Sprinting up the steps, I find a fire extinguisher and punch through the glass, grabbing it. Blood seeps at the surface of my hands as I'm cut from the shards falling to the floor, but I quickly pull the handle, setting out the ring of flames around me. I quickly look over to a bedroom where a small girl is, and she has a picture frame with my mother inside of it. "This woman set the house on fire...do you know her?"

Her voice is beginning to fade and my breathing gets slower as I lose my perepheral vision, but I manage to say one last thing as the flames become bigger, nearly creating a wall between the girl and me.

"Yes."

The black blotches combine and I wake up to Vanessa again. She looks unsure of something.

"So, er...what's my results?"

She shakes her head, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, her eyes darting from my face to the computer screen.

"Y...You got Candor, don't worry about it." She answers quickly, motioning for me to get up rapidly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She says, and grabs my arm, swinging me over to the other side of the room. "I'm from Candor, I can tell from a liar when I see one, what the he-"

"You got Candor...And Erudite..." She pauses. "And...Dauntless..."

"Wait, what?"

"And Abnegation."

"That's impossible."

"It was selfless to go inside of the burning house to save somebody. Dodging the flames and managing to make it to the second floor without struggle was Dauntless. But...that's not all..."

I shake my head. "No...that's not even...existent..."

"You created the fire extinguisher in your brain. It wasn't on the wall unto you looked at it, causing it to appear. That was an Erudite move, as you could have just not put out the fire at all."

I continue shaking my head. "This isn't happening."

"Telling the girl that your mother was the one who set the house on fire was a Candor trait."

My knees buckle and I'm about to sink to the floor before she catches me. "Divergent. Don't tell anybody about it. You have to get out before the instructor sees-"

"Wait, please explain...I'm confused..."

"You're the first in history to have that many. It's dangerous. You could be killed if you don't keep it to yourself."

"Killed?"

"Go. Don't tell anyone." She then shoves me out and slams the door, and I'm met with a pure, blank wall.