AN/ Hey Guys I'm kinda new to this whole writing Fanfiction but am a major fan of a lot of people's work on here, so I thought I'd give it a go! I'm trying not to go down the whole OC/Eric love story so I'll leave it to be a slow but sexual tensed burn between the two.
Would love feedback any type you can give me, and hopefully you enjoy :)
P.s I am Australian so some of my grammar and writing of words will most likely be written in English (Aus)!
I own nothing, all rights reserved to Veronica Roth. OC's are mine :)
Dauntless.
Abnegation.
Divergent.
The aptitude test had left me more confused than satisfied. Divergent is what the grey haired Abnegation man had called it. You're Divergent. He emphasized the words as if they were to help understand what had occurred. Dauntless and Abnegation. They couldn't have been more different. Like ice-cream and bacon.
I pondered about my choice, or in this case choices as I was walking home, too afraid to wait for the hub as maybe someone could see right through me and into my divergence. There was small chatter going about in Candor. The word divergent being spread like gossip, but in hushed tones and whispered conversations. It was bad news my mother would say, shaking her head. She was so proud when she chose Candor, always truthful. How at sixteen were we to know where we needed to be. Sixteen I thought was too young an age to choose where the rest of your life should be, how we should live it. By being smart. Honest. Kind. Selfless. Or brave.
My mother awaited me as I reached home, with a disapproved smirk on her face, a hand to her hip. My mother was a tall lady, yet slim. Beautiful she once was, but her work took a toll on her, and she lost the gracefulness of her beauty. The only thing I had inherited from her was her eyes and height, everything else I revelled in as they were from my father.
"What took you so long Alexia?" her annoyed tone made me realize that I was about to be interrogated.
"I walked instead of taking the hub. I needed time to think." My words were blunt and came out with a snarl, I knew I was being rude, but there was no love lost between my mother and I, she was truthful, I was just rude though I wouldn't ever admit it out aloud. I tried to put an end to the start of her lecture. I was wrong. And that was why I could never be Erudite. I was never able to win a debate, truthfully anyways.
My mother's Candish ways saw through my lie though didn't question it. Yet.
"Why didn't you wait for your father to finish the testing?" I froze. I had forgotten father would be there, assessing other dependents tests. Before I could come up with a lie, a contradiction to my current faction, my father came in, his white coat in his hands. He set his eyes on me and was about to speak until the shrill annoyance of my mother's voice cut him off.
"Alexia, why don't you set up the table for dinner, your father and I will finish discussing your tardiness later." My mother's shrill voice caused my ears to hurt, yet I did not complain but taking the chance to leave immediately to the kitchen.
Half an hour later, my mother, father and I were seated on the small four seated dining table, passing each other the chicken and corn that was for dinner. My mother and father made small talk, until they pointed the conversation towards me. I thought I had escaped the lecture, but my mother, being the assistant to Jack Kang himself was too honest to fall back on her promises.
"So Alexia, please tell us why you didn't wait for your father after your test?" My mother bore her hazel eyes right into mine, a mirror reflection. I used the tricks that Candor's pick up to detect those who lie and used it to my advantage. I had to get out of this subject before my mother would figure out my divergence.
"Like I said mother I wanted time to think about the outcome of my test. And besides father was too busy." I spoke clearly, my tone held a sinister aggression, continuing to gaze at her. My father held the fork in his hand tightly, not wanting another argument to spill over. They happened nearly every week between myself and her after my brother defected.
"Very well." She had bought my lie.
Dinner had finished, and I was preparing to go to bed, hoping to gain a full night's sleep before choosing day. But my father's voice stopped me in my tracks as I was half-way up the stairs.
"Lex" he called me by my nickname. Only two people used it, my father and my brother. "I need you to understand that tomorrow is important." I nodded and was about to speak when he cut me off. "No, Lex. You have to think about yourself. About your safety." And I understood perfectly. He knew. He knew about my divergence. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye for the very first time in several years and he reached out to wipe it away. I turned into his arms and embraced him before I went to bed, his hand rested on the right side caressing in the indention. That may be the last time I could really be with my father, until visiting day. The last words he said to me though, sealed my fate.
"Be brave Lex."
Choosing day. Two words, yet they held more meaning than any 200 year old book Erudite had locked away, or Candor's motto of honesty and truthfulness.
I turned back once more to the small hole in my wardrobe that held my brothers belongings and some books he had passed over that he knew I was going to need. I was no longer going to be a dependent. But soon a fully-fledged/ member of society.
As a dependent we were just that, dependent on our parents, our family. They had become our security net. Life at Candor was ruthless. Truth would set you free. That was what my mother would constantly tell me, and it was the last thing she said to me, before I made my way down the steps on the auditorium, my father's words though were itched into my brain, like a tattoo permanently written on my arm. I turned back before I descended the stairs and looked at my father. A small sad smile played on his face, as he understood perfectly what my decision would be.
My legs felt heavy, as they were made of wood, yet I refused to stop until I reached the bowls that would now determine where I would belong for the rest of my life. Jack Kang, the leader of Candor stood patiently. I picked up the small yet sharp blade, slicking my palm until I could smell copper. Blood. I allowed the droplet of blood to smear down my palm until I held it over the bowl of my choosing.
Coals sizzled.
Dauntless.
The jump off the train left my heart in my stomach but all the more exhilarating. Though the landing was less than graceful, the gravel cutting my white jacket to pieces. An erudite girl who landed next to me let out a small laugh as I turned to her.
"My names Katherine." She spoke eloquently, a trait from Erudite, and gave me her hand to pull me up. Before I could give her my name, a shout emerged from further away.
"My name's Eric and I'm one of your leaders here in Dauntless." Katherine and I slowly approached the already forming group of transfers and Dauntless born that now surrounded the dauntless leader, Eric.
He stood on a ledge, his arms folded against his chest. His dirty blonde hair almost matched mine, though he had several inches to my height. The tattoo's protruding out of his neck made him look intimidating, though the microdermals above his eyebrow made him all the more scary, but maybe that was the idea.
"This is the only way to enter Dauntless." He motioned behind him, and now I realized that he wanted us to jump. His eyes flickered to all of us but stopped briefly to mine, and for a moment I thought he saw something, recognition maybe. Yet I had never met the handsome, yet intimidating leader until now.
I still held his gaze, though bringing my fingers up to the right side of my face. He darted his back to the group, and it was then I remembered that my face held a distinct scar that had now become a permanent accessory, which was what he was looking at. Maybe he did know me.
"So who's it going to be?" He jumped off the ledge onto the gravel floor, allowing the initiates to prepare to enter the dauntless compound.
The dauntless born and transfers looked at one another, assessing who was brave enough to step forward into the unknown. I looked at Katherine and then shrugged, pulling off my tattered white jacket and throwing it to the side. But a dauntless born beat me to the punch and stepped on the ledge, flinging himself off the ledge. After hearing some cheers from down below, obviously a sign that all was well, I stepped onto the ledge. Looking down I could see nothing below, but a grunt from Eric caused me to look at him.
It was only a whisper, but I heard him perfectly.
"Lex"
My eyes widen, and in my state of confusion I tipped back causing my body to plummet 50 metres to the ground.