─── ❝I was bound for destruction, now give me the gun.❞
or
─── in which the five-faction divergent leads the instructor through a path of destruction and love.
『tobias eaton x femaleoc』
Divergent...
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chapter four, harrison thinks we fucked
SOME of the transfers were bound to fail. Not only did the system require it to happen, but it wasn't in everyone's veins to become a fighter. For that reason mainly, that's why they were divided into factions. That's why people were afraid of the Divergents because it just meant that they were better than anyone else. Divergent was a rebel. It was a person who could destroy peace either for good or for bad. They were dangerous. But silencing them wasn't the way to go if you want them on your side.
Wave was a rebel, but she has seen her test results herself. She has been sitting on that chair during that test. She was fully Dauntless. Since Tori was the one who oversaw her test result, she even made a joke that Dauntless was flowing out of her veins. But the words of her father worried her – she was rejected for leadership just because she displayed the Divergent behaviour. It wasn't a crime to be how she was. Unless the Erudites wanted to make it a crime.
It wasn't a secret what Jeanine was doing with the weaponry in the middle of the night. Everyone knows that the Erudites wanted to overthrow the government of Abnegation and take it all to themselves. But, of course, they didn't want to do it peacefully. They needed manpower. They need ammunition. They needed marionettes. And frankly, Wave didn't intend to be one. Nor does she want to be a hero.
She needed his help.
Looking through the practising transfers, Tris stood out to her the most. She wasn't the strongest-looking girl nor she was tall, but she had determination. She was unbelievably stubborn which wasn't a usual trait for the Abnegation faction. Everything about her screamed modesty and there was no doubt that others were making fun of her. It was odd for an Abnegation to transfer here. Most of them died, the only one successful was in the same room as her.
But Tris was fierce. She was determined to push through this initiation. She was the first jumper on her own will and that meant that she liked the taste of adrenaline. What were her test results? She looked tough, tougher than before, especially now, while she was hitting that punching bag with every ounce of force she had in her petite body.
Wave made her way to the training girl, who gave her a brief look before continuing with her practice. Her stance was surprisingly proper and the wounds on her knuckles showed that she has been spending more time on this than the others.
"What were your test results?" Wave asked, bluntly.
The girl stopped for a few seconds, but then, she adjusted the punching bag and looked at her: "I'm not supposed to say, am I?"
Wave shrugged, "Yeah, technically you're not allowed. But what were your test results?"
Tris' eye contact seemed a bit too prolonged: "Abnegation."
