AN: Hey again, so I don't own Divergent. It belongs to Veronica Roth. Also I have decided to write in Tobias' POV mostly. Do you still want some chapters with Tris' POV? If so, which ones? Please respond in comments. Also understand that while I will take into consideration your ideas, I will ultimately decide. Sorry if that sounded harsh. Onto the story.
Tobias' POV
I walked into class tired and anxious. My "father" was especially harsh that night, beating into me his lessons. I have to get Abnegation for my test results, was the only thing running through my head. Marcus is a faction leader and would be allowed to view the Aptitude Tests.
I sat next to a small Abnegation girl, probably a few years younger than me with blonde hair tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was rather plain like all of Abnegation is supposed to be. She looked up at me curiously before ducking her head. Before she looked away, I saw a small flash of color above her collar. I didn't get a close enough look to identify what it was though.
After class was lunch, then the test was after that. The younger students, not taking the test, are allowed to leave school early. The girl and I nodded goodbye to each other politely before she leaves. I watched as she walks away, she walked different than other Abnegation. Her head was up, looking ahead determined*. I remember wishing I could be like that.
At lunch I observed others. The Abnegation had their head down, not knowing what to do with the one and possibly only selfish decision they will ever be allowed to make. Amity laughed, playing some sort of game involving hand-slapping. It would've been nice to have so many kind people around but they're too happy all the time, plus I couldn't be that kind and I didn't want to be drugged with peace serum. The Candor and Erudite were debating but managed to enjoy the verbal fight. I couldn't be either of them. I had too many secrets I want to keep to be Candor, even if I wanted to be honest. While I valued knowledge and wanted to be educated, so I didn't go into anything blind, I couldn't go to Erudite. Instead of using their knowledge they were stuck up jerks who thought they were better because they knew more than you did.
My name was suddenly called with another nine people. A woman with a warm skin tone, long dark hair, and dressed in all black sat in the room I enter.
"My name is Tori and I will be your Aptitude Test Administrator. Sit," she instructed as she introduced herself.
During my short journey from the door to the chair, I looked at the mirrors covering the walls. I hadn't seen my reflection in years. Normally, an abnegation person is allowed a short peek at their reflection every three months, while their mothers cuts their hair. I hadn't had this luxury. Marcus would cut my hair "abnegation short" whenever it grew more than a centimeter too long, without allowing me to see what it looked like. I had filled out since I was seven. I was taller and, even if it was expected after nine years, I was shocked by just how much taller I was. My jaw had squared nicely from the baby chub it had been. I even had a muscled build, not too muscled but more than the average Abnegation. I might've even been able to pass for handsome, if my clothes weren't so baggy.
I did as I was told and quickly downed the serum. When I opened my eyes there were two pedestals, one with a knife on it and the other with a block of cheese.
"Choose," came a voice that seemed vaguely familiar. At first I was going to grab for the knife but then I remembered Marcus would watch this. I chose the cheese. A growling dog suddenly appears. What would an Abnegation do? I put the cheese down and walk away. The test was suddenly over and Tori stood there.
"Abnegation," I sighed in relief. My father would be pleased. I walked home quickly so I wouldn't be late. When I opened the door, I didn't see Marcus, but there were small blood splatters on the floor. No one but me would've noticed. Footsteps neared from the hallway.
"Tobias, what was your result?"
"Abnegation," I responded.
"Good, now remove your shirt and turn around." I knew the procedure, "Choosing anything but Abnegation would be selfish. You will learn that, this is for your own good." It was worse that night. Finally, when he finished he asked, "What are you going to choose tomorrow?"
"Abnegation," I wasn't going to Candor, and I wasn't going to Abnegation.
"Good."
*What he thinks is determined is more of resigned and resolute, just to clear up for possible future chapters.
