Hey guys! Here's a one shot of Tobias's Choosing Ceremony. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Plip, plop. Plip, plop. That's the sound off the guy in front of me's blood dropping into the Erudite bowl. It's the Choosing Ceremony. The Choosing Ceremony is when we choose the factions we're going to join and leave our friends and family pretty much, forever. Not that I mind, my mother's dead and my father's a pig. He's the head of my current faction, Abnegation. The selfless one. If I were selfless I would stay. I wouldn't sneak out at night to escape his drunken rampages. That's why I'm leaving, to escape. Kind of ironic. I'm leaving for Dauntless, the brave one, yet leaving is anything but brave. I'm not brave. I'm not selfless. I'm not honest. I'm not smart. I'm not kind. I don't belong anywhere.
"Tobias Eaton."
I take a deep breath and take my place on the stage. This is it. I see Marcus, I've not called him my dad since before my mother died, on the outside he's smiling, but I see in his eyes him challenging me to stay, knowing it will be bad for him if I leave. But I'm not selfless. I take the knife and make a cut on my hand. I stare at it for a moment, watching the blood pull. Everybody expects me to be Abnegation, but not today. I hover my hand and the blood drops-into the fire, sizzling on contact. I hear the Dauntless cheer and I know, I am a Dauntless, yet not dauntless.
