Divergent's plot, story, words, and it's characters belong to Veronica Roth. Quotes from the book are used in this fanfiction.
"…but we must also think of ourselves," keeps ringing in my ear, it's taste still tainting my mouth. I try my best to concentrate on Marcus' speech, but my selfish words keep drowning out the sounds of anything and everything around me.
Was I really going to do this?
A burst of whispering breaks my train of thought. It was coming from the Dauntless. I look forward to see a boy dressed in black with his hand over a bowl of red-covered glass. Judging by the uproar, this must've been the first transfer.
I can do this. I've already decided.
"Caleb Prior," Marcus calls my name.
I squeeze Beatrice's hand— probably for the last time— and make my way up.
There's Marcus, waiting for me to betray my faction and my family. He holds out the knife. I tilt my head up in a meager attempt to make myself look unafraid.
In…
Out…
I steady my breathing.
Dull pain spreads in my hand and I look down to see a surprisingly small amount of blood trickling from my palm. I outstretch my arm and hear two drops of blood fall into the maroon water.
Drip…
Drip…
Faction before blood. My blood merged into my new faction.
A/N: Sorry, this isn't my best work (and it was short) ;-;