Misjudged

What is Expected

Tris POV

My world went dark. The last thing I remember was being shot. In the chest. Repeatedly. Damn that hurts. Wait what? I'm dead, I'm not supposed to feel anything. Whoa I'm dizzy. Wait, am I spinning? Why am I spinning? I finally manage to pry open my eyes just as I slam into the hard, concrete floor. Fuck. Just my luck to land here and not somewhere more comfortable like that sofa over there. Wait where am I?

Jeanine POV

Why am I on this sofa? Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is that bitch Tori shooting me. Wait. Aren't I supposed to be dead?

Eric POV

Wow. Those two had such graceful landings...not. Where in the hell of all Four's rainbows am I? And just why, the fuck, do I have to be stuck with those two of all people? Oh well, at least I will probably see some original bitch-fighting in action! Knowing those two, they can't stand to be in the same room together for too long. Shit's gonna hit the fan. This is gonna be great!

Third Person POV

The room is a dark grey color. The floors concrete with a decent sized rug. There are four love-seats placed strategically around the room and two armchairs on opposite sides of the room. Everyone arrives in different intervals. Jeanine is dropped on the couch, Tris is dropped on the floor, Eric is deposited safely into a chair. Then the others arrive. Four and Christina are dumped onto one love-seat, Tris's parents are dropped onto another sofa, Peter and Will on another couch, and Caleb falls into the other armchair. Tris ends up seated next to Jeanine and sits without complaint.

Words appear on the wall, most likely by a hidden projector. It reads Divergent. A voice speaks over an intercom. "Allies and enemies beware, you have all been grabbed from different points of the timeline. You will all watch a movie depicting the single most influential being in this room, Tris. Tris I'm sorry but this will show your life as a Divergent. And remember, nothing is as it seems."

(The screen flashes to a view of the fields, and the camera zooms over the city. Chicago is flashed onto the screen. The screen shows people walking on the streets and a train goes by. Tris's voice emerges from the screen.)

— We're lucky to be in the city. They say that war was terrible, that the rest of the world was destroyed. Our founders built the wall to keep us safe and they divided us into five groups, factions, to keep the peace. The smart ones, the ones who value knowledge and logic, are in Erudite, they know everything. —

Jeanine shows no emotion

— Amity farm the land, they're all about kindness and harmony, always happy. Candor value honesty and order, they tell the truth, even when you wish they wouldn't. —

Christina smirks smugly at Tris

— And then there's Dauntless, they're our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always thought they were was amazing. Brave, fearless and free. —

"Not so free now are we Stiff?" taunts Peter. Tris doesn't react and Peter frowns confused.

— Some people think that Dauntless are crazy, which they kind of are. —

"No, that's mainly you Stiff." Peter gripes again with no reaction again from Tris.

— My faction is Abnegation, the others all call us stiffs. We lead a simple life, selfless, dedicated to helping other. We even feed the factionless, the ones who don't fit in anywhere. —

"Liar! We all know you took all that food for yourself!" Peter exclaims loudly. This finally gets a reaction from Tris who says without emotion, "Look at the screen and tell me again that I'm lying to you."