Reversed Divergent

Chapter 1-How It All Began

I'm walking along the road, trying to stay out of people's way. I have done this my entire life, trying not to be seen or noticed. To my right, I see a little boy, being surrounded by teenagers. They begin to tease him and poke him. I know it won't end well. I run over to the little boy, and stand beside him.

"Leave him alone, or there will be trouble." I spoke loud and clear

The teenagers laugh and start pushing me around. "Do you really think that we're gonna take orders from you. You've got to be kidding me."

I grabbed his arm, and flipped him upside-down. He cried out in pain. The other boys moved in around me, and I took them on one by one. By the end they are all on the floor,  crying out in pain, but they keep trying to get up. The little boy is gone, and I am thankful for that. I know why I just did that, because he is me. That happened to me all the time when I was a kid. Nobody helped me though, and I wish they had. My mother and father died when I was young, and nobody took care of me as a kid. I learned to take care of myself, and practiced fighting every night from then on. I remember so many faces that I had to try to hide from. I knew if they found me, it would all be over. People are rough inthis part of town, everybody stealing, murdering, who knows what. We need to survive here, to work together, but nobody knows that.

I continue walking down the road, to the store, leaving the boys laying on the ground. All that is running through their heads is that they just got beat up by a 13 year old. I am really 16, I am told that I look young for my age. That is, on the rare occassion that people talk to me. The only person that I like to talk to in this town is myself.

The store is more of a market, and they have everything there. It is in the square in the center of the town. I hear people yelling from there, there is obviously a big fight going on. I run through the crowd, people yelling at me when I pass them. In the center, I see five huge black trucks. Soldiers are piling out of them and lining up with their guns at the ready. They don't look like real guns, but I have seen them before. I remember them from a long time ago. I can't quite put my finger on it though.

I watch as they hold out their guns, and begin shooting. I run away as quickly as possible, and head for the forest that I call home. Screams pierce the air, and footsteps follow me. People are running in every direction, not anywhere in particular, but they have to get away. The sounds of people falling to the floor sickened me. I ran and ran

Ahead, the familiar black trucks pulled up in the road. Soldiers jumped out and began firing in my direction. That's what they are, the guns, they are meant to put us asleep. They don't work on the divergents though. I remember because when they shot me I was still awake, that's why they're here, to...

Pain soared through my shoulder, I was shot, I was shot, I was shot...

Somebody steps on my hand moments later, and I wince

"Over here boys!" Someone shouted. "We got the last one."

I'm lifted up off the ground and carried to who knows where.