Chapter One

Adopted from First Runner!

First Disclaimer of this story: I deny owning Divergent. CreditsGoToVeronicaRoth. In addition, the songs used are not mine. Unfortunately...

One's POV:

I wake to the pounding of my apartment door from my dreamless sleep.

"TRIS! I mean ONE! WAKE UP! YOU'RE HOSTING!" Uriah? Oh... today's the Choosing ceremony. Guess which faction is the host this year? Dauntless. Great, now, guess who is talking to the five factions and some idiotic 16 year olds? Me. Yippee. You were 16 yourself though. Oh, shush.

"I'm up! Now leave or I'll kick your ass," I yell as I get out of bed. I hear feet walking away from my door. Thank God. I walk over to my connected bathroom and take a shower, while brushing my teeth. (Does anyone take a shower while brushing his or her teeth?) I shampoo and condition my hair, then rinse it out. I step out of my shower, and dry off. I wrap a towel around myself, and go over to my walk-in dresser. I have never really understood why males look at me so much. I am not that pretty. Even though my body eventually filled out after the few years stuck in a 12-year-old body.

I select a black skin-tight tank top, tight skinny jeans, matching bra and underwear completed with a leather jacket. I put them on and walk back into my bathroom. I pull my hair in a sleek ponytail, and then apply eyeliner, mascara, foundation, and deep red lipstick. You have to make a good impression, right? Especially since, you are a leader. I deem myself ready after applying deodorant, and put on my black combat boots. I step out of my apartment door, whilst locking it. As I walk over to the cafeteria to get breakfast, I spot Uriah, Shauna, Zeke, and Peter sitting at our usual table, and I walk over there.

"Hi," I say while biting into my blueberry muffin I picked up during my detour.

"Hey Tris," Shauna says cheerfully. "Are you ready for the Choosing Ceremony?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I sigh.

"What do you want to be named as to the initiates?" Peter questions.

"One. As usual. That's what I'm as to strangers and 16 year olds," I state as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"So you're going to be Trissy to us?" Uriah asks, stealing a bite of Zeke's Dauntless cake.

"Hey! You're going to be doing that to Mar soon, so quit it," Zeke smacks Uriah's hand away.

"Uri's got a crush? Amazing!" Uriah flushes deeply.

"Are you guys ready to train initiates?" I ask, taking the spotlight off Uri.

"Yeah," Zeke and Peter say in unison.

"I'm really excited, you know? I get to scare them," Peter laughs. Zeke agrees and raises his hand for a high five.

"Haha. Very funny," I mumble sarcastically, "Oh, gotta go now. Bye. See you all later."

"Bye Tris," the gang squawk.

Tobias's POV:

"Are you ready?" my mother, Evelyn, asks, cutting my hair.

"I hope so," I mutter quietly.

"I know you and Callie will make the right choice," she says, turning off the clippers. She bends down to clean up the stray hairs. "Go ahead, eat breakfast. I do not need help. You and Cal will need the energy."

I gulp, does she know what I am going to pick? Yesterday, I took my aptitude test. I did not pick the knife or the cheese. I laid flat to the ground when the dog was about to attack me. I ran after the dog and tackled it when it went after the little girl. The person, who administered my test, Tori, said I was Divergent, and that I was forbidden to, under any circumstance, tell anyone my test result. I got Abnegation, and Dauntless, and Erudite. The Erudite had been attacking my faction with lies, and Andrew Prior, the leader of Abnegation, stating that Andrew had abused his only daughter, Beatrice Prior, who transferred to Dauntless two years ago. I walk downstairs to go to the dinner table.

"Hi, Tobias," Callie greets, making scrambled eggs.

"Hi, Cal."

"Are you nervous? I know I am. I'm scared," she rambles, plating the eggs and placing two pieces of bread on four plates. "I just don't know to leave, or to stay."

"Yeah..."

"Like, I don't want our parents to be attacked if we leave. Like Mr. Prior."

Callie is extremely selfless. Yesterday, she gave her bus seat to a Candor man without hesitation or a second's thought, as I did. I do not have her instincts. Then, she came home late, helping an old woman carry her groceries.

My father, Marcus, walks in. "Hi, kids."

"Good morning, father," Callie and I say in unison.

Let me put you in the Mile High Club, what's up? Let's take a trip. Have you ever read, 'The World is Yours', On a pagebreak? (Planes- Jeremih ft J-Cole)

I inhale deeply as I stroll into the Hub with my family, along with the other families from the other factions. We walk over to the Abnegation sector, and sit down. We all wait until the Dauntless walk, well, run in.

"I love you, no matter what you choose," my mother whispers and smiles to me. Does she know?

The three Dauntless leaders come in, two male and a female. The male leaders go over to their sector while the female goes to the podium. She is gorgeous.

(Italics are from Divergent!)

"Welcome. Welcome to the Choosing Ceremony. Welcome to the day where your children now decide on their fate, and future. This is the day where we honour our ancestors, who tell us that every one of us has the decision and honour to choose what will be ahead of them." The Dauntless leader says.

"Our independents are now sixteen. Each one of them will stand before these bowls, and decide what faction they will be in. Many decades ago, our ancestors realized that it is not political ideology, religious beliefs, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault of human personality - of humankind's inclination toward evil, in whatever form it is in. They are divided into factions that sought to eradicate those qualities they believed responsible for the world's disarray."

I have absolutely have no clue what to choose.

"Those who have blamed anger and aggression formed Amity."

The Amity beamed at each other. I can never be happy every, single, day. No matter where I see them, they are always smiling and laughing. No matter what. Let me repeat that. No matter what the situation may be or where they are, they are always skipping. It is as if they are high as f*ck. No joke. That is actually a possibility. They may be drugging the food with peace serum…

"Those who have blamed stupidity and ignorance became the Erudite."

Ruling Erudite out of my choices was the only easy part, since they are attacking my faction.

"Those who blamed duplicity created Candor."

Candor was never my favourite. Saying the first thing that popped into your brain does not seem too appealing.

"Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation."

I do blame selfishness.

"And those who blamed cowardice were the Dauntless."

I am not selfless enough though. I do not have the instincts as Callie has, even after 16 years of trying.

"Working together, these five factions have lived in peace for many years, each contributing to a different sector of society. Abnegation has fulfilled our need for selfless leaders in the government; Candor has provided us with trustworthy and sound leaders in law; Erudite has supplied us with intelligent teachers and researches; Amity has given us understanding counselors and caretakers; and Dauntless provides us with protection from threats both within and without. But the reach of each faction is not limited to these areas. We give one another far more than can be adequately summarized. In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.

"Apart from them, we cannot survive. Therefore, this day marks a happy occasion - the day on which we receive our new initiates, who will work with us toward a better society and a better world."

There is a round of applause, the loudest from Dauntless. Of course.

"Faction before blood," One says. Everyone repeats it. She begins to call out the first names.

"Leanne Zeppher." She walks from the Candor section, takes the knife from One, cuts her hand, and places it over the Candor glass.

"Candor," One says. I zone out until she says the first Erudite.

"Edward Venye," One says.

Edward walks over, cuts his palm and drips his blood over the Dauntless bowl.

"Dauntless." There is a ripple of disgust from the Erudite. Several transfers and borns decide on Dauntless.

"Callie Eaton," One calls after several chooses. I grab Callie's hand, and squeeze it as she rises. I let go. She walks over to One, and One hands the knife to her. She cuts open her hand, and slowly puts her hand over a bowl. I cannot see which though.

"Candor." A cry of disgust starts to arise from the Abnegation. How can I be good for Abnegation, when Callie isn't? I glance over to my father, and see that he is upset.

"Excuse me," One says, "QUIET!" In an instant, everyone becomes quiet.

"Tobias Eaton." I get up slowly, and look over to my parents for the last time. I walk over to the podium and take the knife that One is holding out for me. A new knife for a new person for a different future. I cut my hand, unsure of myself. One mumbles, "hurry up," her lips barely moving. I let the blood pool in my hand and once it is enough for it to drip down, I hold it over the Dauntless bowl.

"Dauntless," One calls out. There is cheering from the Dauntless. I cannot look over to my parents, and see the disappointment. One hands me a bandage. I accept it and put it on as I shuffle over to the Dauntless. Then, I look over to my parents. My father is staring at me. Moreover, my mother looks... Proud?

Some of the Dauntless walk over to me and place their hand on my back, walking me over to the seats.

She knows, from the moment that she time lapse, (She Knows by Ne-yo ft Juicy J)

After One was finished with the last person, who chose Amity, the Dauntless leaders begin to run out of the door, along with the other Dauntless members, laughing, yelling, and shouting. The initiates begin to run after them.

"What the hell is happening?" an Erudite boy shouts as we begin to run down the stairs. I just simply shake my head and continue running.

We finally get down, and the Dauntless begin to spread across the street, blocking all pedestrians. I begin to climb up the poles to get to the train tracks. I finally get up, and hear a train horn. The Dauntless ahead of me begin to run.

"Come on!"

I begin to run as fast as I can. I decide on the last train, and grab on to the handle, twist myself, and someone pulls me in.

"Thank you," I gasp out.

"No problem," I see that the speaker is a different Erudite boy. He has shaggy brown hair and celery green eyes. "I'm Will," he holds out his hand.

"Tobias," I say, taking Will's hand and shaking it. I notice that the train is picking up speed. I pull him down and he looks confused.

"Fast train means wind," I explain, "wind means falling out. Get down."

He understands quickly, and sits down properly. The ones standing begin to fall on each other, but are laughing.

Gonna wear that dress you like, pagebreak, do my hair up real, real nice and syncopate my skin to your heart beating... (Good For You by Selena Gomez ft A$AP Rocky)

An older man, maybe 18, comes out of his corner.

"Get ready," he says, and goes toward the door.

"They're jumping!" Will says. I quickly get out of my sitting position and look out of the door. I see people jumping out of the train and landing or rolling on the roof. Some other transfers are already out of the train and jumping.

"Come on!" Will says, "or else we're going to be factionless!"

I take a deep breath, and back up to the train. I sprint as fast as I can and I land on my side. I see that Will had jumped out too, and landed on his butt. I see that I ripped my cloth jacket and examine my ripped skin, but it is not bleeding.

"Ooh! Scandalous! A Stiff's flashing some skin!" an Erudite calls out. I hear laughter.

"Listen up! My name is Max! I am one of the three leaders of your new chosen faction," an older man shouts, around 40. He hops onto the ledge of a building, as if we did not just jump off a moving train that was going 30 miles an hour.

"Several stories below us, is the Dauntless compound. In order to get in, you have to jump. The initiates will have the privilege to jump off first." I finally notice that the older members are with us.

"Is there water at the bottom or something?" Will asks

"Who knows?"

"Who wants to jump off first?" No one steps up. I slowly walk over and people are looking at me as if I am crazy. Max jumps off the ledge towards the group. I step on to the ledge, and look down. It is dark, and I cannot see anything below.

I take off my jacket. I hear catcalls and wolf whistles. I take a deep breath, since I am about to face a fear of mine.

I do not think. I just bend my knees and jump.

I land on a hard object. I try to breathe, gasping for air that was knocked out for me. I realize that I was caught on a net. I begin to laugh hysterically, half relieved. I see a few hands stretched out for me, so I grab the nearest one. I begin to roll off, and I would have fallen flat on my face if she had not caught me.

"She" is the woman's hand that I had grabbed. I realize, that she was the Dauntless leader that had spoken the speech at the Choosing Ceremony. She has blueish-grey eyes, and long blonde hair. She also has full lips, a small nose, and small ears. Stunning.

"What, did you get pushed or something?" I realize that she was talking to me. I notice that she has a deep voice, deeper than the average female.

"N-no. I jumped off. Thank you." She doesn't say anything.

"Can't believe it. The Stiff was first to jump off?" a man says.

"There's a reason why Stiff left, Zeke," she says, "what's your name?"

"To-" I begin, but I hesitate.

"Think about it," she says, smiling a little, "you don't get to pick again."

A new name? I can remake myself here.

"Tobias. My name's Tobias." Not just yet though.

"Tobias. Make the announcement, One," Zeke says, grinning.

"First jumper, Tobias!" the woman, One, shouts. A Dauntless-born falls down, and on to the net. Everyone is laughing by now.

One puts her hand on my shoulder, and says, "Welcome to Dauntless."

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