It is just another day, quiet and enclosed, when the first song hits. My head shoots up on its own, because this only happens to people who aren't me, and everything is much too simple, much too normal, for this to be happening. But the notes are persistent, and I cannot help but mouth the words, and that is how Jeanine Matthews finds me, sitting dazed in a classroom on a day where everything was supposed to be normal, listening valiantly for my soulmate, understanding without trying that nothing will ever be the same again.
Jeanine, who controls most soulmate systems here in Chicago but should have no interest in me, drags me home, hissing in my ear what goes without saying—write it down write it down write it down. The ten songs I will inevitably hear, if I ever find my soulmate, will click instantly with them, and theirs with me. It is how it has always been.
Jeanine is here to oversee the supposedly foolproof system because every once and a while, a group of blinded radicals want to be able to choose—make their own decisions. What should be a brainless decision to trust the tried and true system becomes a symbol for throwing your life away, I am told by the local rebels. What I believe and what I am told are two different things. Why fight what is not harmful in the first place?
The rebels, lead by the ruthless Four, are going to bring us all down.
Even so, I had never wanted to meet my soulmate until the notes start to play, an insistent barrage of sounds coming from seemingly nowhere that are simultaneously addictive and terrifying.
For Jeanine, this should be a satisfying experience, a sign that what she has worked tirelessly for is happening flawlessly, but she seems to be almost furious at the occurrence of my soultrack.
I throw my head back recklessly as the song concludes and fail to grasp why Jeanine has decided that I am the demise of soulmates when it appears I have one.
Report Filed By: Cara Marie Davis of Erudite Incorporated
Source: Abnegation Video Cameras, 17:39, West End
Tobias Eaton [alias Four], dangerous misguided "rebel" is spotted clutching his head on the top of a council member's—not his father's—house. Scanners picked up no illegal substances on him but did find a parcel that could be concealing a gun. Eaton, who disappeared from his assigned faction one year ago (two months before he was scheduled to pick a new one), was wearing traditional Dauntless clothing. Recorders picked up muttered phrases such as "not now", "inconvenient", "father" and "who" [the entirety of his monologue or conjoining words were to jumbled to make sense of by our machines. There will be more to come when the words are deciphered]. Eaton left the camera's viewpoints at 17:44, presumably off the premises.
I am a suckish person I know (excuse: exams) so here *shoves soulmate au at you aggressively*. Anyway, this will update every day or so (yay!) and will be about ten to twenty short chapters instead of an incredibly long one-shot. I own nothing you recognize, and do not steal this idea from me. :) I would love at least five reviews to continue.
q: Songs you would think would be on Tris's soultrack?
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