Author's Note: I have to admit that I am terribly in love with Tobias Eaton. So why not tell Divergent from his point of view? I can only imagine that I'm not the only one who would love to see this. I'm going to follow the book as closely as possible… That means I may use quotes from the book. This is in no way an infringement on Veronica Roth's rights or ownership of Divergent. I just wanted to show a different perspective.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. It all belongs to Veronica Roth. I'm just playing around.

Chapter 1

This day has been haunting me in the back of my mind for weeks now. I'm still unsure of how this will go over. Working with Erik and whipping innocent initiates into the perfect Dauntless warriors, whom I barely agree with as it is. Why did I ever agree to train the initiates?

I had thought I would be done with Erik, hardly ever have to see him again, when we had finished our own initiation two years ago. I had turned down the government job I was offered, and took my haven in the control room. He would have little to do with me in there, and I got to use the only useful thing my father ever taught me. But when I heard Erik was taking over training the transfers, I knew I had to do something. If Max or one of the other leaders had taken the job, I wouldn't have felt the need to step in and assist. But Erik… I instantly knew the things that would go on if someone wasn't there to control him, and soften the blow our hopeful members would get.

Walking through the halls of the Dauntless compound, I think of my Choosing Ceremony. The most distinct memory I have. Maybe because it was the most terrifying event in my entire life, but also the most important. I wasn't stressing about my choice, like most of the other sixteen year olds, but that didn't mean the ceremony would be easy for me. Sure, I was determined to spill my blood on those sizzling stones for weeks-months, even- but what would my father do? How in the world would I survive the new life I was choosing?

Erudite ran the ceremony that year. Jeanine was standing at the podium, blabbering about how important the factions are to our lives. She saluted each faction in turn, but even back then there was a slight distaste in her attitude for Abnegation. It doesn't surprise me that her faction has started releasing such negative reports about our government.

Jeanine had smiled at each of us when we accepted the knife. Most of the smiles were forced-too fake. The only real smiles were when Erudite would gain another initiate, transfer or Erudite-born. And me. She smiled at me when I walked away.

Everyone knew who I was. After all, it had been dramatic news when my mother had died; all of Abnegation had mourned her loss with us. I was Marcus's son, sure to stay in Abnegation and take my place as a leader after my father. They didn't know the thoughts running through my head.

Since we chose in reverse alphabetical order, I was close to the end. I had watched each Abnegation walk to the bowls; every single one of them had chosen to stay in Abnegation. I didn't want to be the only one. It would be less noticeable if others had left. No one would remember to talk about Marcus's son who had deserted his loving faction for the faction of dare-devils and hooligans if five others had left for the various factions.

But no, it seemed it would only be me today. I would be the only source of shame surging from Abnegation. I would be the one they remembered.

As my name was called and I walked forward, I thought of the vase on my dresser at home. Abnegation allowed no decoration for my room so it seemed fitting that I left that, one final act of rebellion, for my father to notice when he cleaned my room. I wanted him to think back on me, every single time his belt hit me, when he walked through the hallways. I wanted him to feel remorse for all he had done. I wanted him to miss me and every chance he had missed. I wanted him to realize that he was the reason I had left the faction that raised me and I truly belonged in.

When my blood had sizzled on the coals, I didn't dare look forwards to where my father and my faction would be staring with their eyes wide open, their faces filled with shock. So instead I looked backwards to where Jeanine Mathews stood. Was it a smile she was wearing? Or was it a smirk? I couldn't realize the hate that must have been blooming for Abnegation, the satisfaction she would get from one of Abnegation betraying their faction. More specifically, Marcus's son choosing to leave the faction that seems so tranquil and harmless. I remember her face clearly, as if two days had passed instead of two years.

Turns out she didn't forget me, either. No, within the last few days she had realized reports about the reason for me leaving Abnegation. She was absolutely correct, unlike most of the reports she was releasing about Abnegation. I wondered how Marcus was handling the press time. I hope it made him feel guilty over the loss. I hope the other government leaders didn't see this report as being simply false, like all the other reports have been.

I slammed the door to the training room open. This room and the smell. This was the reason I chose the train the initiates. It smelled of sweat and dust and metal, but it was the first place I ever felt strong. It was the first place that I felt I could survive this life and join the Dauntless as one of their own. Thank God for this room.

I picked up one of the knives sitting harmlessly on the table, needing to take my balled up on anger out on something. So I threw. I threw and I threw. I collected my knives and I threw. I repeated this process over and over.

I noticed when the pit grew quieter, signaling most of the faction leaving to watch the Choosing Ceremony. I knew I had to leave, had to prepare for the new people coming in. I had to be ready for the new people wanting to become Dauntless as I had done.

I pulled my knives out of the board for the final time and left the room.

End note: I hope Tobias is still just as awesome as you think (sorry, know) he is. ;) Keep in mind this is my first FanFic… Please be gentle? But honest at the same time.

For now, tell me what you think!

~WriteForeverForLife~