-Calyx POV-

"Tobias Eaton."

I look over at my brother, and give him a small, encouraging smile. He does not return it, but rather chokes back words.

I see the pain in his dark blue eyes. The eyes that we both share. But finally he just slips through the seats and walks slowly up to the choosing bowls. I feel my father settle in stiffly next to me. Tobias is the last one to choose.

The knife presses into his palm, but he doesn't flinch. His eyes widen slightly, and I see pain etched on his face. But I can tell its not from the knife. He meets my eyes, then looks away.

Whats going on? Then I see it. He drops his blood onto the Daunltess coals. He is Dauntless. He lied to me. He will not always be there for me, and he is obviously not staying.

I feel my father breath sharply in and out, and feel the tight fingers wrap around my wrist with crushing force.

Tobias meets my eyes, and I let the horror and shock show, unhidden, on my face as he slowly files out. But he does not leave without mouthing 'I love you. Be brave."

The the choosing ceremony is over, and I am being dragged home, preparing for whats to come.

But Marcus does not unravel his belt as usual. He sits on the couch.

"I know you told him to leave, I'm not stupid." He whispers, softly. Softly is dangerous. I shake my head vigorously, but I know it wont do much good.

"Don't you dare lie to me child." And with that I feel his fist connect to my cheek. I feel a deep cut form on my cheek bone to the bridge of my nose, but I ignore it.

"This is for Tobias."

Three years later, it is my choosing day. This morning, Marcus made sure I knew how unsafe it would be to leave. But I know I have to.

My brother did, or so he tells me. I don't remember what he looks like, or where he went, but I don't really care. He left, without saying a word.

I don't blame him for leaving. I would too, if it was me at the time. I'm going to now. What fuels my pain is that he filled me with false hope. 'I will always be there for you' and 'I'm not going anywhere.'

That's what got to me. That is why I am so calm about this ceremony. I know where I'm going to go.

I have been training in the basement, when Marcus goes to meetings. I would hit my makeshift bag, until my fists were cut, bruised, and bloody, but I never gave up. I would be relelntless like my brother was when giving me false hope.

That is what makes me strong. My anger.

Marcus never caught me. And I will choose wisely

I walk into the large room, filled with the colors of each faction. I watch the Dauntless closely however. To see their reactions.

"What happened to your face?" came a voice. Candor I'm guessing.

I have a long scar on my face, from the edge of my left cheek bone, all the way to the bridge of my nose, where it splits into two cuts.

"If it was your business you would know by now." I snap. Candor looks shocked, her brown eyes widening slightly, but she turned away, whipping her shoulder length blond hair as she did so.

Marcus was at the podium already so I patiently took my seat.

Then the names began.

"Gwen Woodlen…" he walks up to the choosing bowls. "Erudite." Same as he was.

The next 5 were also same faction choosers. But the sixth surprised me.

"Vienwyn Shae" A girl about my height walked slowly up on to the stage. She was Erudite, and had long Auburn hair that went to the small of her back. She had piercing green eyes, and a calm demeanor.

But her choice reflected differently.

"Dauntless." The Daunltess cheered enthusiastically.

"Calyx Eaton." Finally. This is for you father. I walk up calmly and determined. I take the knife and pierce my skin.

"Dauntless." I hear the strain in my father's voice as he said them.

I hear the roar of the Dauntless, as I walk over to their section. I am the last one to choose, so once I choose I file out. I don't look at my father.

The Daunltess begin to run, and soon enough I see the train coming. Once the train reaches them, they begin to jump. I feel a tiny smile curl at the tips of my lips.

Its been a long time since I smiled. But I follow suit. I crab the inside of the door and easily haul myself in. I am stronger then I thought, and I believe that for Dauntless, that is a good thing.

I look around my compartment, and notice a medium height Candor girl with shoulder length hair. She has lots and I mean lots of makeup on, and is surrounded by an Erudite and another Candor.

Everyone else is a Dauntless or Dauntless-born. I look out the open door and think about who I am now. I will be Calyx. I am brave. And with that, I remove my Abnegation jacket, and drop it out if the train.

I am Dauntless now.

I hear a smirk. "Stiffs undressing." Candor. Obviously. I turn to calmly face it. "Get a grip on yourself Candor. Nobody listens to a Barbie doll." I see her eyes widen at the coldness in my voice.

She looks like she is going to say something, but doesn't. I turn back to the view.

"Alright!" comes a Dauntless voice. "Here we go!" I look out the door, and notice that six compartments ahead of us, people are jumping out of the train. I smirk a little.

I jump out first from the compartment landing on my feet. I stumbled a bit, but I landed on my feet. A Dauntless born nodded towards me, and I smiled a little.

"Alright, listen up. I'm Eric one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless this is the way in. Better have the guts or your factionless." He smirks. "So who's first."

Nobody moves. But I am ready. I'm no longer a Stiff, I am Dauntless.

"I will." Everyone whips their faces towards me, but I ignore them. I step up onto the tall ledge with no problem. I am about 5'8" now. I look down and subconsciously rub my scar.

Then I jump.

You would never know you weren't going to die, unless you trusted in the faction. But sure enough a massive net was at the bottom. And I as I landed softly into it, I smile the smallest smile.

The the net moves, and stron arms pull me out of the net. I settle myself and meet the eyes of my helper. He has deep dark blue eyes, and masculine body. But he does not look like some of the Dauntless, I know.

His eyes are widened, and his mouth parted. But I ignore this, and look around the dark space. Then a strong low, yet female girl voice asks, "Whats your name?"

"Calyx." I answer calmly, meeting her eyes with respect yet confidence. She is short, at about 5'3"-ish, but I have a feeling she is tougher then she looks. "First Jumper, Calyx!" she calls, and I step back.

I am proud.