FYI: I go on break tomarrow, so I will probably have more common up dates. also, thanks to my first subscriber and my first follower for this story. another note, the plot of the story will soon start to unravel, but will not fully unravel for a while. I tried to right this one more from a Erudite POV, noticing details, being more descriptive. please tell me how I did and review!
~Fly on
Karla POV
we, of Erudite have contemplated many things. we have contemplated the idea of locking the choosers out, we have considered trying to reason with them, we have thought about locking them in a restricted area, but in the end we know we must abide by the rules. we all saw the soldiers, and the amount of lives that would be lost protecting is more than there would be if we just let the four that shall be picked die. we know it is possible for one of them to survive. it has happened before, actually it is more often that we win than the dauntless wins. hey, we're just that smart. smarts always beats brawn. always. its the stupid Erudite that always die. yes, there are stupid Erudite. and they still manage to somehow pass initiation. how, I don't know.
we all watch as the lady named Monica walks up to the stage that we have set up in the middle of the faction, mainly to get all of our attention. there are two bowls up in the front on the stage. the one on the far right, from my direction is my own. it is pink ceramic with the blue eye of Erudite in the center on the face of it. on the left, exactly opposite of the pink bowl, and slightly, just slightly farther back, but not enough for most people to notice, is the blue bowl. it is exactly the same with the insignia on the center of the face.. I just barley keep from laughing as I realize that they painted the insignia slightly side ways.
I have been told that I am over critical and I pay to much attention to details. I have also been complimented for my attention to detail, so it is a mixed bag of a gift.
I look at Monica. she has changes as she has gone through the factions. at first, she was a peppy, photo loving, fool-grinning, person. now she is a shy, scared, nervous, paranoid,person. as if to prove my point, she glances up shyly through a lock of hair that has fallen in front of her eyes. she looks quickly from side to side as if to look for danger, then looks up at us.
unlike in the beginning, I don't think anyone is scared of getting picked. we have watched the change in the attitude of everyone. we all feel a revolution is coming, slowly but steadily, and that if we are chosen, we can survive long enough to be rescued. if I am picked, I know we will all survive for a while, except those stupid kids from other factions. most of us will survive.
I smirk as I realize that I am already referring to them as us. I will not be surprised as if it turns into us, because that is how my life tends to be.
again, I smirk as she picks my name and holds it up. Ahhhh, the irony. I strut up to the stage, and give a fake, over done, bow drawling "thank you, thank you so much." sometimes I let my arrogance show a little to much. that another flaw I have, but I won't let it be a fatal one.
Karman POV
I want to roll my eyes as I see Karla go up there and be her classic self, a jerk. I always thought that the Erudite were just smart and I always had a thirst for knowledge, a thirst that could never be satisfied in abnegation. that is why I transferred. I never realized how arrogant or stubborn they really were. Karla had always been the worst though. she always won, she always bragged, and she always flaunted it. she brought it back to brag about it to our teachers and get out of responsibility. and I was the bane of her existence. lucky me. she always brought out my abnegation, my lower side, everything bad. I was alone here, but not lonely, in a sense.
if I went into the games, the first thing I would do is kill Karla. I know that that sounds extreme, but what do you do when someone tries to ruin most of your life, you do what you can when you get a chance to. my Abnegation side was stronger, but at times, I was way less than an abnegation, I sunk to the level of most erudite. I grimaced at the idea of it, but I still knew it was true.
during my thoughts, I almost missed my name being called. then I smiled. I would have a chance to have a chance at life. and I would do it.
I walked up more humbly than Karla did, with my head down.
Luna POV
I have watched two girls , two that hate each other. two of opposite personality. I sigh. I have been forced to be here. I miss Amity. the peace, the quiet, the kindest, the caring, the sunshine, the moonlight, everything. I didn't get a choice. I was threatened, forced to leave. by whom, I don't know. why, I don't know. the poine, again, I don't know. if I am picked, I will never survive. I am to peaceful, to Amity. I laugh, but not a humorous laugh, it is a scornful laugh that I have grown to used to. being here has changed me and not in a good way.
I see Monica step pace on the stage. this is the last girl she will pick. I doubt it will be me. what is the chance that the little Amity girl who was forced to change factions will be forced to fight to the death. then again, I was forced to change once, I will be forced to change again. this time, I will die.
I sigh a sigh of regret. then Monica draws her final girl name. and it is mine.
THIS
SERIOUSLY
SUCKS
Aaron POV
one is left. one person who will forced to either kill or be killed. I have some of the Erudite smugness that is so well known, but not to much. I am smart though. I don't let it show, so few will know. this is how I am. secretive, and sneaky. not showing any real character. I have been this way forever, and i will stay this way.
then Monica walks up and picks the last name. it is mine. I walk up with a smug smile on my face. I have a chance.
sorry for the shorter chapter, but I was running out of ideas. And sorry for how horrible it is. it a little hard to come up with more than twenty stories and OCS. but tomorrow the fun starts! and the real beginning is shown, in a sense. I will try to update ASAP : )
