So, this is my first fanfic and it's basically just Divergent (by Veronica Roth) from Four's point of view. I know there are a lot of these out there but tet me know if I should continue and any other notes. Hope you enjoy! –fangirling_bandgeek
I stand by the net, as usual, waiting for the first jumper. It is choosing day and all the 16 year-olds in the city will have chosen their faction a little while ago.
There are 5 factions to choose from, each one focused on a different trait. There's Erudite for intelligence, Abnegation for selflessness, Candor for honesty, Amity for kindness, and Dauntless for bravery. Yesterday they all took their aptitude test to see where they would fit best.
I think back to how I had followed my father's specific instructions so I would end up with Abnegation.
But that night, like every other night, he pulled his belt from its loops and whipped my back until I could barely move. My spine aches just at the thought. It was just then that I knew I had to get away.
That's why, the next day, when they handed me the knife to cut my hand, I held it, bleeding, over the Dauntless coals instead of the Abnegation stones.
In that moment, I was finally free. After 16 years of torture I would never again fear coming home to my father's fists.
Just then, someone hits the net. The first jumper. I reach out my hand to help them and they roll off, almost falling. I grab their arm to steady them.
It is a girl in gray clothes. A stiff as the first jumper, something I thought I'd never see.
She is small and fragile-looking, almost as if she might shatter at the slightest touch. She has blonde hair that is pulled back in a neat bun. Her face is narrow and she has a long, thin nose. However, what is most captivating is her eyes. They are round and gleam with excitement and nerves.
"Thank you," she says. Behind me someone whispers.
"I can't believe it. A stiff, the first to jump? Unheard of." I'm somehow able to find my voice and say,
"That's the reason she left them Lauren," I look back at the girl. "What's your name?" I ask.
"Um…" she hesitates, like she doesn't know the answer.
"Think about it," I say, "you don't get to pick again." I know what she's thinking. I did the same. Saying my name was Tobias Eaton would have connected me to my father, Marcus. My initiation trainer, Amar, was the one who decided to call me Four.
When I was an initiate they had us go through our fear landscapes first. The fear landscape is a simulation programmed to show you your worst fears. The average number of fears is around 15, but I only had Four and it hasn't changed since.
"Tris," she says firmly. Lauren repeats the name.
"Tris. Make the announcement Four." I look over my shoulder and shout,
"The first jumper- Tris." A crowd of Dauntless emerges from the shadows cheering.
Someone else hits the net, her screams echoing behind her.
I set my hand on Tris's back and say, "Welcome to Dauntless."