Shots in the Dark (A Clintasha Divergent AU)

One

It was annoying that the Aptitude Test was after school. Clint usually didn't listen that much in school anyways but today the blonde was zoned out for most of each lesson, only snapping out of it for important parts or when each class let out. He didn't even listen when the snappiest teacher yelled at him. Of course his mind was on the real test. They weren't supposed to talk about it but his brother Barney told him anyways after Clint's endless pestering. "There are three stages. First you have to pick a knife or a block of cheese, because this angry dog will be set after ya. Then ya gotta do what ya want when this dog charges at this little girl - if ya haven't stabbed the dog already." At this Clint gasped, horrified. He loved dogs, he wouldn't stab it.

Barney rolled his eyes and continued. "After that this burnt, scarred Candor is lookin' at this murderer on the newspaper and seein' if you could help-" The supervisor had come to see how many boxes of peaches they had filled and Barney didn't say anything about it after that. Clint didn't need to know the rest anyways. He had an advantage of knowledge for three of the phases anyways.

After school Clint ran as fast as he could to the center where the tests were taken. He usually took a jog around the fields every morning with the other boys but his run still had him a bit out of breath. There was already a few from his faction and Clint just waved to them, choosing not to talk and instead waited. He watched people's faces when they came out of the rooms. Some content, others swaggered out, a few looked horror-stricken but most looked pale and sick. Clint supposed he'd be content with his answers. Nobody could tell him he couldn't get Dauntless. But he was a bit taken aback at one fire headed girl's reaction, which seemed sick, determined and satisfied all at once.

But it was his turn and his mind instantly left the girl. He eagerly walked into the room, hoping for someone from Dauntless. Instead there was a woman in gray clothes. Instantly the air bit his skin and Clint shivered. The woman motioned towards the chair and he slid onto the cracking plastic, sitting patiently while she put something that looked like electrical wires to his head. He frowned, not so sure about this, but there was no choice. The woman gave him a glass that looked like it had the Dauntless drink vodka in it and he tossed it back. It tasted similar to grass and burned his throat, making Clint shiver from the intensity of it.

He felt no transition to the simulation. Instead it was like he blinked and went from the test room to this room. He could inspect himself from every angle and the boy laughed, looking at himself. Amity wasn't like Abnegation, but they didn't have as many mirrors as they could unlike Erudite or Candor.

He was checking to see if the medical tape had stayed on the gash behind his neck when the voice surrounded the room. He knew who's it was - Jeanine Matthews, a big person from Erudite. Quicker than he could blink, the table was out in front of him. "Choose." she said simply. Clint knew from what Barney had told him that the dog was going to come, but he chose the knife anyways. That's what he would've picked if he didn't know the results.

Clint stood with the knife in a defensive position in front of him and waited for the dog to come next. He seemed to wait for minutes, but it didn't come. He hesitantly relaxed his muscles, scanning the room. Same glass-paneled room and the baskets were still in front of him. Nothing had happened.

It was like a trap had been sprung. As soon as the young man shrugged he felt claws as sharp as his knife dig into his shoulder and Clint was slammed into the cutting cold tile. The dog snarled the most hellacious growl he had heard; making tons of goose bumps appear on his arms at once. Clint kicked away as soon as the dog's ivories snapped shut near his ear. One tooth managed to tear a shred of skin off and the blood dropped down onto his jeans. It stung, and hurt worse on a place so sensitive. Like a constant wasp sting.

As soon as he stood the dog was back on its feet as well and charged towards Clint. The blonde Amity sidestepped again but this time struck out, aiming for the dog's back. By the time the blade came in contact with the dog, the silver blade was at its neck. He kicked out again, but this time precisely landed his foot square in the behemoth's ribs. It yelped and was sent down to the tile like Clint had been shoved down a few seconds before. In one quick but rough slash, it was over. He couldn't bear to look. His favorite animal was the first thing Clint had ever killed.