Hi! This is my first story for Divergent. I hope you like it. I would be happy to happy for any kind of criticism, because I don't know if my English is good enoguh and if I describe the characters properly. The chapters will probably get longer than this one.
Hope you enjoy it, Butterblume.
"Caleb Prior," says Marcus.
Caleb squeezes my hand one last time and steps forward. He takes the knife from Marcus. I know what he is going to do. I have known it for years.
Caleb closes his eyes and turns to the Erudite bowl. His blood turns the water red. His blood in the water. I watch him, his head ducked, trying to hide behind them. The Erudite smile. After they released all those reports about our faction, I can guess what they are thinking. One more reason why they are better than everyone else.
I feel someone nudging me. The Amity girl next to me nods in Marcus direction. He must have called my name. I make my feet move and step forward. He hands me the knife. I cut my hand, but then hesitate.
I can't do this. I have to choose know. I am aware that everybody is watching me. Caleb has left. I will be the child that stays. I will be.
My eyes scan the crowd around me. Even though my brother has chosen to ally with the enemy, I would never do that. It feels like betraying my father. My blood leaves rod spots on the floor. What will happen if I just stand here without doing anything? Would I be factionless? I can't risk that.
I glance at the people of Abnegation. My faction. Most of them have a blank expression. But one looks straight at me, as if he was trying to tell me something. I have never seen him before. My hand shifts. Red blood drips on the gray stones.