EMERGENT - A Divergent Fanfiction
Dauntless to Amity
Author's Note: Just want to make this brief. I do not own any of the Divergent world (Chicago) or Tris, Four, Eric (and maybe a few others). I do own Wil, Shailene, Faith, etc. If you want to use my characters just ask in the comments. I like to share.
Chapter 1
Everything has always seemed like a big blur to me. My life - my Dauntless life - has gone by so quickly. Sixteen years of jumping off trains and throwing knives all soiled by one decision. Tomorrow is when I choose my faction. I have five options. Abnegation, the selfless. Erudite, the intelligent. Amity, the peaceful. Candor, the honest. Or will I stay in my current faction - Dauntless, the brave.
Being Dauntless includes taking risks. Jumping on and off of moving trains, learning to use a gun, and throwing knives. I used to love my given life, but when I turned 13 something happened. My younger brother Thomas and I were at the target range practicing with some other Dauntless kids my age. I had just thrown a knife at the floor by accident, and went to go pick it up.
One of the kids (his name is Darren, but I don't say it ever) thought it would be fun to throw knives at me when I was retrieving my own. The first one I didn't notice, it had landed a few inches above me. The next one almost hit my side, so I got up and turned around. Just as I did, the next one flew directly into my shoulder. One of my friends, Uriah, ran off to get help just before I passed out. I still have the scar.
At this moment, while I was unconscious, something happened in my mind. It wasn't the first time I'd experienced pain, but I'd never experienced that kind before. It was more of an excruciating agony, instead of a light discomfort. It was so overwhelming I couldn't think any longer. I wanted it to be over. Something clicked inside of me. The fact that I never wanted to experience that as long as I lived. For the first time, I desired safety.
The only way I could get this safety is in another faction. That means leaving my family and friends because I am a coward. But it's my choice. I think back to the motto in my textbook.
Faction before blood
Can this possibly be right? Putting a single characteristic in front of the people who taught you all you know? It just doesn't seem right.
Amity is my only choice of guaranteed safety. As the most peaceful faction, they strongly discourage violence and any fighting between their members. Abnegation would be safe as well, but recently the Erudite have been against the Stiff faction. Candor might be too, but I ruled that out quickly. The final stage of initiation is truth serum, a serum designed to have one spill every detail about their past lives. I have my dignity, so Amity is the only faction left. I can't deal with Dauntless life.
Today is when I take my aptitude test. The test that determines what faction I belong to. I pull on a black tank top and matching pants. That is normal Dauntless attire. Black is the only color we wear. I suppose it shows our ferocity, or our determination. I jump down the upstairs steps and land on two feet in the kitchen. I glance around, studying it's every feature. This might be one of the last times I see it.
My parents await me at the door. My mother looks at me with hazel, Dauntless eyes, fearless eyes. My father does not wear his eyes as well. His deep blue ones dart about occasionally. My mother says nothing, and kisses the top of my head. My fathers smiles lightly and says, "Take them into consideration." He must mean my results. What if he knows I'm going to transfer? There's no way to tell.