Author's Notes: I know in the books that you choose a faction when you are 16. But in this story you choose when you are 18, so in this Tobias/ Four is 18 and Beatrice/ Tris is 16. I will try to say as true to the characters as I can. I will post every week or so. Please read and review!
Selfless by 3sth3r
Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent.
Prologue: The Chase
He ran as fast as he could. But he wasn't fast enough.
The soles of his feet hit the ground with a loud clap. His breath was moving so fast that he couldn't see it anymore in the winter wind. He felt his muscles burn and ache for the constant running. And his heart was the only thing he could hear in his ears. He ran as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough.
He fought. But he didn't win for he wasn't strong enough.
They surround him and began throwing punches. They singled him out and wanted him factionless. He was divergent but no one knew that. He has kept it a secret for a long time. But this wasn't the time to focus on things that at this time didn't help him fight. One kicked by slipped onto the floor. He dodged and blend downwards just missed their hits until one landed one of his forehead. He fell. But he didn't see what came next, all he felt was the pain in his head on his legs and throughout his torso. There was no doubt bones were broken and bruise would be black by the morning.
There was no way he would survive, one thought.
They left him there and didn't expect him back at headquarters. He had stopped moving before they were done. Why they had done it they didn't know. But it was orders from above, and if he survives he would surprise even the old ones. It was like this every time a Stiff made it into their ranks. There were warning signs for special people and he had made the list.
Live is hard, but he was hanging in there.
He was holding on a tread. Barely breathing is somehow still there, still somewhat alive. There was an aching pain throughout his body an echo of the sharp pain. I f he breath in too much or if he moved too fast the pain would come back as if it never left. If he lifted his eyes he could see blurs of things, the sky, the alleyway, the moon, or was it the sun. But he soon moved crawling in pain a place that would block the rain, even though he was soaked.
Warm hands pulled on him.
They were small hand but at least they were warm. But what if there here to attack him again. To kill. He tried to push away from the hands. But he couldn't, he was no match. They pulled and he screamed the sharp pain with back and it was everywhere. But finally they stopped pulling, and he as wake as he could be and drifted to sleep.
To be continued…