Logan was nervous for whatever reason as he walked towards his school. It was a normal day, as normal as any day, it was just going to be the day that he found out whether or not his decision to change factions was a good one that he was destined to make, or if he was entirely wrong. No pressure, not a big deal... right? "Logan, Logan, man are you alright?" His best friend Casey asked as he nudged Logan with an arm, looking at him with slight concern.
Both boys wore the usual amity colors. Logan's pants were red and his shirt a soft goldish yellow. He had a green vest that his fatehr had gotten him recently to celebrate his upcoming birthday. "Logan Peters, it's time for you to come take your test," A young man in blue from head to toe said as he approached Logan. He had on blue pants, a white button up shirt that was covered for the most part by the blue blazer that matched the guy's pants. His tie was a lighter blue from the rest and matched his glasses that made him look smart but at the same time, kind.
Logan gave a small wave to his group of friends before standing and following the guy, his back straight and his chest up as he tried to appear a lot more confident than he truly was. The man, who couldn't have been more than a few years older than Logan, led him towards a room. Logan was shocked to see it full of mirrors, surprised at the sight. He took a seat in the chair that was obviously meant for him, leaning back.
He wasn't excited as the guy pulled out the needle, bracing his other arm against the arm of the chair in order to keep himself from putting any tension into the arm the guy put the needle into. "You know what's happening?" The guy asked as if it was a routine thing to be told what faction you should belong to for the rest of your life. "Yep," Logan responded as he tried to calm his racing heart beat. "And you know that you can't tell anyone. You're smart, do I have to give you the whole spiel?" He asked with a smile that was meant to ease Logan's tension, successfully doing so as well. Logan just nodded in response, his nerves still getting the better of him. "Good luck, and make choices you won't regret, you only get to do this once," The guy stated in an encouraging tone that seemed so unlike an Erudite man that Logan was surprised to hear any warmth in it.
What happened next, Logan couldn't say exactly, though he did remember pieces. He remembered wanting to do many things but at the same time, not wanting to do anything. He was shaking when he woke, finding the guy in blue was frowning at him with concern. "Is something wrong? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" Logan asked as he studied the man's face, seeing the confusion and fear that seemed to combine itself into one emotion on his face.
"Logan, you must be very, very careful from now on out." Logan was confused at this, staring at the guy as he expected the guy to continue on with something, anything, an explanation since he was Erudite after all. "What are you talking about?" Logan asked, lowering his voice as if someone might be listening. "Your results cause you to be.... different. I've seen one other person with these results and he was not given Erudite as part of his test, so he obviously didn't handle it properly as he was... well, what you are is dangerous. You came off as Amity, Dauntless, and the others, but... well, I'll have to put you in as Amity just to be safe. You can't tell anyone Logan, if you do, you could very well be killed."
Logan stared at the guy, unbelieving. What the heck did he mean Logan was dangerous? Logan wasn't dangerous, unless he wanted to be. "I don't understand, why am I dangerous?" Logan asked, looking at the Erudite guy with hopes that he would explain it. The Erudite guy smiled, shaking his head slightly. "I knew you would have questions since you tested Erudite too. Just know Logan, you're dangerous because you're different. There's not much more I can tell you, just... be careful. You need to go before someone gets suspicious, good luck, and choose wisely. Hide it Logan, but don't... don't change yourself too much to fit in, then it may not even be worth being you."
Logan stared at the guy with confusion before standing, following the other guy's movement. Logan allowed himself to be led out by the Erudite man, catching site of a few friends once he was outside and slapping a smile on to hide the confusion he was facing. As the group of Amity kids walked home, Logan continued to think of how he could possibly be so different, he was deadly.
Logan watched his parents from where he sat towards the front of the crowd of Amity, waiting for his name to be called. He had one of the early names, so as he sat, watching as a string of three dauntless transfers chose their new home. He felt a pit in his stomach as he realized that would be the same case for him. There was one name between him and the dauntless transfers. It was a candor child changing to Erudite, causing Logan to be slight unnerved as he tried to calm himself and keep from freaking out.
"Logan Peters," He heard his name called and he stood, walking to the front where he took the knife offered. He wished he could just prick his finger, but no. He had to freaking cut his hand open. Because that made perfect sense. He was quick about it, not wanting to feel the pain but also wanting to savor it as it meant he was about to make a great decision that would affect the rest of his life.
He held his hand before him, not wanting it to drip the blood that was running onto the ground of the Hub below him. He took a deep breath, smiled at his parents, then thrust his hand over the coals of Dauntless, thankful that his parents' faces didn't look hurt or shocked, but proud and loving, as if they just wanted Logan to be happy, even if it meant he wasn't nearly as close to them. "Dauntless," The announcement rang out and the Dauntless crowd cheered as another one joined their ranks. He smiled at his parents, then to the people he was now going to be a part of as he accepted his fate and walked towards the cheering Dauntless, seeing a few friends in the faction that he went to school with. He was one of the taller guys in the new bunch of transfers, standing and having little trouble watching over their heads as he observed the next kid his age.
He was excited, he was nervous, and he was scared, but he was excited and couldn't wait to train and be someone that could protect those that needed it and do what he should do. He was ready, he didn't care if he was different and therefore dangerous, he was going to be who he wanted to be. He was going to help others by defending them, but he was going to be smart about it. He wouldn't lie if he could avoid it but he wouldn't always tell the truth to keep others safe. He also wouldn't think of himself first all the time, as that was something he believed was stupid and snobbish, in which case, everything he believed in wouldn't make any sense.