I NOT OWN DIVERGENT! Also SPOILERS for divergent, insurgent, allegiant, if you don't care than don't say I didn't warn yee!

Chapter 1: The choice

I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts, however that doesn't rid my head of all the thoughts bouncing around in my brain, it only adds to the subtle ringing in my ears. I try to way the pros and cons in my head, but that just leaves me more confused than before. I can't stay here,'but if I don't, where do I go?' I thought 'I can't go to candor because I have too many secrets, I can't go to erudite because I'm not clever enough, amity is out of the question immediately - I would end up killing someone on the first day, and I haven't herd much about the dauntless aside from the fact that their all crazy hooligans.' I sigh collapse onto my bed; this was going to be a long night.

My name is Tobias Eaton; I am 16 years old and am currently in Abnegation. Tomorrow is the choosing day when I will finally get my freedom, or maybe not, I don't have any idea what I'm going to do. I only have about 12 more hours until I make the choice that will change my life forever. I would imagine that every single 16 year old in abnegation has already made up their mind and is happily talking to their parents about what a wonderful life their going to have.

I nearly choke at the thought of my parents. 'My father - Marcus Eaton - is basically (in my mind) a cross between a mid-evil torturer, an assassin, and the devil, with a temper ranging between one of a rabid African hyena and a fairly large buffalo that needs really strong anger management assistance.' Normally, I would have laughed at my quick-witted thoughts but I am too occupied with other, more serious ones.

'My mother - Evelyn Johnson (she never changed her last name) - has died long ago. Unfortunately she was the only one who understood me...' I can feel tears forming behind my eyes. I hurriedly push any thoughts about my mother out of my mind and try to think about the task at hand. Now that I'm finally in bed I realize just how exhausted I am, and despite my resistance I find myself drifting off into a deep sleep.

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I wake hearing my heart pounding in my ears, probably due to the nightmare I just had, until I realize that it's Marcus pounding on my door. I am forced to call him dad even though he frequently tells me that I am not worthy to be his son. Strange. Instinctively I cover my head with my hands, I know that if I do this I will have a better chance of not getting seriously injured.

"Get up boy!" he yells through the door "the choosing ceremony in in a half and hour...and I presume that you remember what I told you?"

"Yes father" I inwardly shudder, I hate calling him that. I hear his footsteps walk away from the door, and I relax my extremely tensed muscles.

I get dressed and walk downstairs until I realize with a jolt that I still haven't decided which faction I'm going to pick; all I know is that due to the nightmare I last night I'm not staying here. I had a couple more steps until the bottom and I hope Marcus didn't see me as I raced back up the stairs. I remembered a small sculpture that my mother got me that was made of blue glass, I have no idea where she got it but I've hid it all this time so Marcus wouldn't find it. I carefully take it out of the cardboard box where I had stashed it until now; I gently place it on my dresser in plain view so if someone was to walk into my room they would immediately see it. It looked very prominent in my small abnegation room, and I liked it. I smiled at my small act of defiance, somehow the fact that it would make Marcus mad made me feel a little bit better. Only a little bit though.

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I was waiting in the choosing ceremony room, I felt like my heart was going to explode and honestly I wouldn't really care if it did at this point. I could tell that my name was going to be called at any second and I still had no idea what I was going to do. My ears seemed to have stopped working for the time being and I can't focus on what anyone is saying. I force myself to calm down as I watch an Erudite boy walk up to the five bowls and take the knife confidently, cut his hand and let his blood sizzle on burning coals. 'How does he do that?' I think 'he is a transfer and still isn't nervous? Is he human?' But now that I think about it almost no one seemed nervous 'Great. Just great.'

"Tobias Eaton" I look around for the next person to walk on until I relies that the lady said my name. I felt like I had just been hit by a train. Then suddenly I feel very numb. I walk up to the bowls and take the knife, and stare at it for a couple of seconds. 'How am I going to choose?!' I thought frantically 'I don't have enough time!' I realized that I had to calm down because I was starting to hyperventilate. My mind suddenly clears, 'what is the most important thing to you?' I ask myself 'to protect yourself' I respond 'then how can you do that?' I smile. I know exactly what to do. I cut my hand and hold it over one of the bowls, I watch as a single drop of blood falls off of my hand and onto sizzling coals. I choose dauntless.