Disclaimer: no I do not own divergent nor was I the one who came up with this book idea. ILOVEURIAH was the previous author until she deleted, but with her permission I republished my own version.
Prologue
"Hey Kitty-Kat." Tobias said sitting next to his sister on the porch. He was wearing grey slacks, and a simple grey shirt with a sweater over it.
"I told you I hate that nickname." Katrina mumbled with a small smile tugging at her lips. She sat on the first step of the porch. She wore a long gray dress with long sleeves, though it was spring. Her long brown hair —which was overgrown for an abnegation girl—covered half of her face.
"Yeah but it makes you smile." Tobias comments. When he didn't get a response looked down. "You know, I won't leave if you don't want me to."
She finally looked at him. "I don't want you to, but I know it would be better if you do. You're not made for abnegation. Plus I can't ask you to stay knowing that you'll be reminded of all the bad memories."
"But I'm scared as to what will happen to you. I can't leave you here with him." Tobias shook his.
"Hey look at me." She told him. He reluctantly met her eyes. "This is what's going to happen. You're going to switch factions. I'm going to stay here and tough it out for two more years. Then I will join you to whatever faction you decide to choose"
Tobias shook his head with a sad smile. "You're too brave for a fourteen year old."
"And you," She poked his arm playfully. "Worry to much for a sixteen year old."
Tobias slung his arm around his sister. "I'm gonna miss you Kat."
"It's only two years Toby." She whispered resting her head on his shoulder.
"Promise me a you'll be brave for those years." He whispered.
"I Promise."
"Tobias! Katrina! Come in now!" Marcus yelled from inside the house.
The two siblings sighed and stood up. They dusted off their clothes before going back in.
The next day Marcus, Tobias and Katrina walked to the bus stop. No one said a word as they walked to the hub. Tobias stood in the line "E" section of the teenagers who were choosing. Marcus and Katrina sat next to each other in the abnegation section of the audience. Soon the ceremony started and Max began his speech about the factions, before calling out names. Unlike other years, everyone called out by their last names first, then followed by their first names. It was calming but also nerve-racking for those choosing. At least they knew when they were going to be called. By the time they got to the "E's", Tobias's hands were practically shaking with nervousness. Katrina could feel her hands getting sweaty. She also felt as if her soul getting heavier the closer they got to Tobias's turn.
"Eaton, Tobias." Max called out.
Katrina had to bite her lip as hard as she could to hold back tears as she watched Tobias take the knife from Max. Tobias barely even winced as he slit his palm. It was obvious that he cut too deep, judging by the amount of blood that poured from his hands. He stretched out his hands over the Dauntless coals, and droplets of his blood sizzled on the coals.
Gasps came from the Abnegation section of the crowd, while cheers and applauding came from the Dauntless. But unlike everyone in her faction, Katrina clapped for her brother. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she kept clapping. She could practically feel Marcus's murderous glare. But she didn't care. Her brother was free, and that's all she could ask for.
FULL EXPLANATION PLEASE READ
I asked the PM'd the previous author and asked her why she stopped writing and she gave a full explanation. She also told me that she still has a vision for this story and how she wanted it to go, but time and life in general didn't permit her to finish it. She also she HATED the first 8 chapters. She deleted because she couldn't bare leaving a piece of work up unfinished. When I asked her for permission to rewrite the story she said yes. I also asked her if she could give me suggestions from time to time and her answer was also yes. But guys don't hate on her, she really had some stuff going on in her life that really messed up her writing.
