Divergent Fanfic Chapter 2 Heart pounding, I return to my seat. I am giddy and am million tiny butterflies are flitting around in my stomach. Mr. Bently says a few words to conclude and steps down from the podium. I run to the restrooms to change. There, created by the Erudite, are electronic screens that allow you to build your own outfit. This is how I got my clothes for tonight in the first place. We are not allowed to wear clothes other than your Faction Standard, except for special occasions like this. I open the menu and select a red button that says "RETURN". Seconds after I do so, a chute pops out from the wall. A bathrobe is revealed when a panel next to the metal contraption slides to the side. I undress and put on the robe. I bundle up my my dress, shoes, and accessories and place them in, allowing them to slide effortlessly down the smooth, slanted steel. When they reach the bottom, they will be washed, sorted, and put away by robots. Personally, I think it's absolutely remarkable. I proceed to browse a selection of clothes and eventually put together an outfit of flowing blue and white top and black pants and flats. I press the green rectangle reading "SUBMIT" and the screen turns black. "Processing" appears in white lettering and the Erudite symbol spins. Less than two minutes later, the hook where the robe had hung spins around, revealing my new outfit arranged how it will be worn, with the shoes on the bottom, and the pants and top following, on hangers. Shedding the robe and dumping it down the chute, I don my personalized clothes. I exit the room and find only the Erudite, Dauntless, and both groups of initiates left waiting. The other factions always leave first. Recently, the Erudite invented a high-speed train, and they have been using it ever since. Candor, Abegnation, and Amity have all made excuses as to why not to ride it. But the Erudite and Dauntless compounds are the only two north of the Hub, and I guess the Dauntless wanted a more challenging train to jump out of. The Erudite had no objections to being joined by the rowdy group, because they take great pride in their work and love to show it off. "Wow," I muse. "I sure know a lot about Erudite." The train screeches in, and the Dauntless are the first to clamor in, with the transferred initiates trailing behind. Next go in the Erudite. I spit Macy's emerald dress among the crowd and push my way through to her. We stop to embrace (an uncommon practice to anyone but the Amity) and share a grin. But we can't talk right now because of all the noise and the bodies pushing us forward. Soon, we've reached the doors to the train. Macy grabs the handle, swings herself in, and gasps. I follow suit, and immediately understand her reaction. The train is full of plush blue seats that are practically sofas. The roof is sleek, shiny metal. When you step, the white carpeted floor absorbs the shock of your body, giving you the illusion of walking on a cloud. As my eyes peer down further into the car, I notice a section with tables and chess boards, as well dozens of high-tech machines hugging the walls with bright, colorful screens meant to do who knows what. Once we have overcome our amazement, we enter and sit down in a two-person seat/couch. For a while we just gaze around the train car in a daze, before I finally decide to break the ice. "Hey Macy, why are you still in your dress?" "I was afraid I was going to miss the train and get left behind," she responds. "They wouldn't have left you. Erudite keeps records on all the initiates, and they know exactly how many stayed and transferred." At this moment, as if to prove my point, a blue-clad man comes around with a clipboard. "Names?" He asks in a commanding tone. "Macy Bently." "Lianna Anderson." He makes a few marks. "Both Candor transfers, correct?" "Yeah," Macy says. As soon as he walked away I whispered to her, "See?" We chat a bit more about transferring and the Factions in general. After a minute or two, we've gotten in a heated argument about Amity and their Faction members. There aren't any to hear us though, thankfully. All of the Amity 16 year olds chose to stay, except for a pair of twins who transferred to Abegnation (which happens to be the most common transfer Faction for Amity). Other Dauntless and Erudite begin to stare at us. We are so caught up in our debate that we didn't notice the train silently start to move. We start to get funny looks and I nudge her and shake my head to indicate to stop. We are quiet for a moment, until I notice the lights flashing past from the long past Hub. "Whoa, we're going! I didn't even feel it start!" I exclaim, jumping up. "What? Really?" Macy looks out the soundproof windows. "We ARE! That's incredible!" In exactly 4 minutes and 37 seconds (there was a digital clock labeled "travel time" above the door), we reach the Dauntless compound. The doors open and wind rushes everywhere. Initiates and members alike begin to jump out onto the roof. When most of the Dauntless are gone, I hear a scream that pierces the air and turns my blood cold. I start get up to look, but Macy holds me back. "You don't want to see it. Trust me." And I stop, because I do trust her. Growing up a Candor has forced me to trust her and all others in our old faction. I begin to wonder what the future holds for my fellow initiates. For the Candor? Abegnation? Dauntless? Amity? And then I think. What does the future hold for ME?

Divergent Fanfic Chapter 1 "Wow Lianna! You look just like an Amity!" Macy says. I laugh. It's true. Of course it's true. We're Candor, so anything one of us says is true, at least by their opinion. Guaranteed. I'm wearing a scarlet dress streaked with orange. In my hand is a small bag holding a few belongings that is red as a ruby. A thin bracelet of tiny roses circles my wrist and red feathered earrings dangle at the sides of my face. I am elevated by orange-red shoes with low heels, and a bow rests on my golden-brown hair that is down in its natural wavy state. "You're right!" I say giggling. "But I think it looks much better than just black and white. What about you?" One thing I love about our Faction is that you can ask anyone anything and you will always get an honest answer. If you don't want to know, you don't ask. "I totally agree!" Macy says. Macy is wearing a flattering green jeweled dress and a head circlet. She looks beautiful, as always. She's my best friend though, so I am not any more jealous of her than I would be towards a sister, which she practically is to me. We walk leisurely to the Hub where the Choosing Ceremony will take place. When we reach the entrance to the huge building, a man from Abegnation holds the door open for us. I give a polite nod and say a quiet thank you. Almost everyone else takes the Abegnations' acts of selflessness for granted, but I make an effort to acknowledge them. In my opinion, they are even kinder than some of the Amity. We take the elevator, and within seconds we have reached the top. The Ceremony is about to begin, and we take our places in the Candor section. We are one of the only factions who ever dress up for occasions like this. The other factions all wear their traditional colors. In their section of the room, the Amity, dressed in a bright mixture of read and yellows, are chatting happily, like they always do. Next to them, the grey clad Abegnation stand silently next to each other, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The sea of blue adjacent to them are the Erudite. Many brought books to read, and some are engaging in lively debates. Last, I turn to the Dauntless, and my eyebrows lift. Their area is a seething mass of black and pierced bodies. They are shouting to one another and I hear a crash towards the edge of the huge room. As I took in all of the commotion, an Erudute woman steps up to the podium. Silence is immediate, for she radiates power and and knowledge. She introduces herself, then launches into the history of the Factions being formed. I don't listen though, because I know it by heart. Finally, she finished off with, "But this night is not our past, but our future. So the Choosing of our soon-to-be initiates begin!" She steps down, and a man from Candor takes her place. I recognize him as Macy's father. "I thought they didn't allow parents of the Choosing do any of the work. Especially calling the names," I whisper to Macy. "They changed it. But only for us," she says in the same manner with a smile. I give a grin in response, and turn back to the podium. The name calling is done in reverse alphabetical order, so I will be dead last. Macy's father calls out the first name. "Candy Zurgot!" A girl form Amity steps out. She chooses to stay with Amity, unsurprisingly, as they almost all do. When she goes back smiling, she in embraced in a huge group hug, and there is much murmuring from the other Factions. Macy's father calls another name, then another, and I tune out until he calls out, "Macy Bently" She walks confidently up to the circle of crystal bowls. Without a moment of hesitation, she takes the knife, runs it across her hand, and lets her blood fall into the already dark purple water. I am confused. I was so sure that she was going to stay. But now, she is an Erudite. A couple more names are called before Mr. Bently says, "And lastly, Lianna Anderson." I walk up slowly, trying not to show any fear. Why should I have any fear? I have been thinking of this day for a long time, and I've known for months where I belong. The bowls look huge up close. I take the knife offered by an old Abegnation woman, and give a smile. I stand in the center of the circle of the bowls that will define the rest of my #life. How will I fare in Dauntless? Amity? Abegnation? Erudite? Candor? That doesn't matter, for I already know where I am going, who I will be. I pull the blade over my palm, and feel a dull pain. I take a deep breath, looking at each bowl one more time. Then I extend my hand over the water. I am not brave. I am not kind. I am not selfless. I am not honest. I will be wise.

Hunger Games Fanfic Pt. 6 FYI, this one's a little gorey. This is it. It's now or never. We are the last two. Me and the girl from district 11 are all that are left. I don't know what happened to Melody. I only know I heard a cannon and her dot disappeared from my map. I have to clear out of my home in the Cornucopia. It is very likely that she knows where I have been living. I pack as much as I dare inside of two backpacks and begin my journey. I hike over the rough terrain, sweat pouring down my face. The gamemakers have made it increasingly hot in the arena and it is almost unbearable. I have to stop often to drink and rest. After a few hours of walking, I stumble upon a spring of crystal clear water. I refill my water containers splash my burning face with the cool liquid, and continue on my way. It is dusk by the time I come across a hole similar to the one I discovered on the day of the feast. This place must be covered in them. I am exhausted, and it is all I can do to put my supplies down and arrange a backpack to make as comfortable a pillow as possible before I drop off into a deep sleep. I awake to a sound outside and am on my feet before I am even aware of what awoke me, only that is is surely trouble. Then my ears pick up the sound of rain. There is a downpour outside, but thankfully, my cave is warm and dry. I hear a boom of thunder and look out to see a flash of lightning. This must be what woke me. I relax and laugh at myself for being so jumpy. Who would be coming this time of night anyways? I know that the district 11 girl doesn't have much in the way of supplies. Nothing that would allow her to stay dry and give her light enough to find me. Unless she picked up something recently, she does not even have a weapon. By dawn, I am awake and alert. I decide it is best to not stay in one place for an extended period of time, so I gather my things. As I am exiting the cave, however, I hear a bang. I jump and let out a yelp. Well, she knows where I am now. No point in trying to hide. So I sprint. I have never run so hard in my #life, for I know that slowness could very well be my end. I make sure to keep a grip on my knife though, the one I planned to keep ready in case I needed protection. I am concentrating so much on my speed that I don't see it. A trip wire. It must have been the girl's doing. I am running so fast that it is impossible for me to stop or even slow down, and I plow straight into it. In seconds, she has caught up to me. Then, she is on top of me, pinning me to the wet, softened ground. She yanks the knife out of my hand. So much for protection. She raises it and plunges it into my stomach. The pain is instant. Blood flows quickly, a never-ending stream of crimson, dying my shirt red. I cough, and a spray of blood escapes my lips. Some splatters on her hand. The pain. Oh, the pain. How I want it to end. There is nothing that can save me now. But I will not cry, will not give the Capitol what they want. The #life is draining out of me and I know I am close to death. "Congratulations," I say in a hoarse voice. "You win." And the world goes black.

Hunger Games Fanfic Pt. 5 A broken mirror. That's all I get. Antique and old, it has a large section that has fallen out and the other pieces are barely holding in. What am I supposed to do with this piece of junk? Not like anything else at the Cournicopia was much better. The few of us left all showed up. Since I had made my home in the Cournicopia, I knew, for now, I'd have to clear out. So I left and waited. By the time the table with the items popped up, I was there, grabbing the first item I touched. Then I ran, and swam through the water. I started to climb the rugged terrain, for I did not want anyone to follow me. I stumbled into a hole. My foot caught on a root, and the pain was excruciating. But I can tell that it is not broken, thankfully. But still, the pain was too great to continue, so I decided to sit and rest here. As my eyes adjust to my dim surroundings, I notice the supplies. Who ever had been living here before had left them, a canteen of water that is half full, a box of matches, cord, an ace bandage. I take the ace bandage out of the pile and wrap it around my ankle. I will sit and wait here. Soon, I have dozed off. I wake with a start. How long have I been asleep? I look outside and see that the sun is at its peak. Noon. I've slept for hours. I glance down and see that the mirror is still in my closed fist. I open it and massage my stiff fingers, placing the mirror gently on the ground. I gaze at it. What am I supposed to do with a broken mirror? I think to myself again. I guess I could use the shards as some sort of tool for cutting, but I have all the knives left in the Cournicopia. I could use the frame and handle as a lever, but for what? It is thin, brittle metal and would probably break under almost any pressure. I am examining it and turning it around in my hands, looking for an answer. I am about to throw it out of frustration, when I notice something. A corner of paper is sticking out from under one to the shards. Excited, I quickly but carefully pry the shard off and take the slip of paper. One word. Over. What is that supposed to mean? I start to cry and I hit the mirror on the ground. A piece falls off and I see... Color! I take out the rest of the pieces and flip them over. They all have the color too! I look at the empty frame of the mirror and see that there is a pattern carved into the metal. A puzzle? I try matching a piece to a shape on the frame. There's a nearly inaudible click as it snaps into place. After this, my fingers rush to put the pieces into place. I put the final piece in, and the original arrangement of the shards is different. It now shows a map. Probably of the arena. I yelp and drop the map, for it had started to glow. The glowing fades and I look over at it. It is now impossible to distinguish between one piece and another. The hole because of the missing pieces is now smaller because of the arrangement. And the shape is triangular, the metal beneath it appears to be polished..... It is the Cournicopia! I look at the rest of the map, trying to identify locations. My eyes wander and see a tiny red dot out in the middle if the arena. It is blinking! That must be my location! I think. Only in the Capitol would they make something like this. I turn the frame around in my hands. On the back, I see tiny switches and buttons labeled in tiny lettering which I am sure had not been there before. I test one out and turn the map face up again. Where there had only been one dot before, there are now four solid ones with a number under them and one blinking one, the same one that had been at this location earlier. I realize that this shows me where all the tributes are! I try the other buttons and switches and learn my invaluable tool's features and capabilities. It can show me trapped areas, diagrams of different dangers, the inventory of another tribute, and loads of other useful information that is very unfair for me to have. But it's great for me. I go back to the tributes' locations function and see the the coast is clear to go back to my home in the Cournicopia. I test out my ankle and it feels fine. I begin my hike, often glancing down at my map for reassurance. My red dot moves with me, as does the other tributes'. I smile mischievously. Bring it on, fellow tributes, I think. I am ready for you.

Hunger Games Fanfic Pt. 4 I am asleep in the cold Cornucopia when I hear a scream. Connor! My eyes fly open and I dash out, not caring about any dangers that await me. Connor is out in the water. He must have been collecting clams. He has a knife lodged in his chest, but whoever attacked him took off. Tears fill my eyes as I splash toward him. "There's nothing you can do, Melodie," he says in a strained voice. I start sobbing and I take his hand. "Don't leave me," I stutter between sobs. "You are an amazing friend, Melodie," he says and presses something into my hand. Then he doesn't have enough strength to keep his head above the water. He gives in and lets himself drown. I stay there, crying, with him for hours. Why Connor? I keep thinking. And who did it? I want revenge. Gradually, my despair turns to a blazing anger toward this person who has killed my best friend. I remember Connor's final action of giving me something. I open my curled fingers. It's a beautiful seashell. My eyes tear up at this last gesture. This makes me determined. His death will not go without consequences. I will find this person and make them pay. But for now, I am overcome by grief. I crawl into the Cornucopia and curl myself into a ball. Tears will not come, I've cried myself out. Soon, I have fallen asleep.