A/N- So, I know this isn't the only one, but this is what i think would be going through Tobias' mind during his Choosing Ceremony. Enjoy!
I stand in the line, waiting for the dreaded moment where I am stuck with my father forever. Father. I hate that word. Would a Father beat his child? Or his wife? Would a Father let his only son be afraid of him? I don't know about other Fathers, but that's mine. He beats me because 'It's for my own good.' He beat my mother because 'She was a no good slut.' Having me be afraid of him is good because 'I know who's in charge and I'll think twice before trying to defy him.' And it's all bullshit.
"Jacob Fowler!" My Father's voice rings out around The Hub. The Dauntless boy two people in front of me scrambles up to my father nervously and accepts the knife with shaking hands. He cuts a shallow, jagged cut in his palm and lets his blood fall on the earth. He is Amity. He is peaceful.
What am I? I ask myself that all the time. Father tells me that worrying about oneself is selfish, but isn't that just self-preservation? How is allowing harm to come to you selfless? But then again, I never really felt as if I belonged in Abnegation. And yet, the Candor lady who gave me my aptitude test said I am Abnegation. But she broke her one rule; she lied. There is a definite reason why Candor's don't lie, they are horrible at it. She told me I got as expected; Abnegation. And yet I chose a knife, I chose to lie, even if I could've helped someone, I was not selfless. And I am sure I wasn't supposed to be aware in the simulation.
"Jessica Ellington!" The Erudite girl in front of me steps forward and walks calmly to my Father. She swiftly cuts her palm and lets her blood flow into the water. She stays Erudite.
But what am I? Everything seems to go in slow-motion as I consider this one question. I do not believe that knowledge is everything. Nor do I think that telling the truth all the time will solve the world's problems. Amity... They are too laid back. I am not brave; I couldn't ever stand up to my Father. But I am not selfless either.
"Tobias Eaton!"
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before walking forward. I take the knife from my Father's hands and I just stare at it for a moment. There is no way that I can be a part of any of these predetermined futures. I am the misfit. The only place I'd belong is with the Factionless, but I refuse to just... Give up like that.
I grasp the knife handle tightly and surely, cutting a straight line through my palm. I let the blood pool there and I just stare memorized. I look up into my Father's cold, remorseless eyes and my decision is made. I march over and let my blood fall over the burning coals.
Everyone seems to gasp at once, but I don't care. I've made my decision. From now on, I will be the coward disguised in black. I will become the best, if only to act as if I belong somewhere, for once in my life.
I look up from behind the tattooed, dyed and pierced group of individuals which whom I will now belong with to see Marcus' hateful gaze on me. 'Faction before Blood.' He is no longer my Father. I am now free.
A/N- So what did you think? Please tell me. YOUR OPINION MATTERS! It fuels my creativity and gives me a reason to write. If you have any more ideas for one-shots, I'd love to hear them so I can win my bet! Other than that, LOVE YA, BYE-BYE!
