Divergent: Before We Chose

Hello, reader! This fanfiction is a story based off Veronica Roth's amazing series, Divergent! I loved the book so much, I just had to have a try at recreating Roth's wonderful writing! (though it's hard to do!) If you haven't read the book yet I highly, highly recommend it. The sequel, Insurgent, is released next week, May 1st 2012, and I'm so excited I had to write this! 

*Warning: Contains mild spoilers of the series for those who have not read it.*

This story is based on Four's life before he chose Dauntless. It couldn't have just been sheer coincidence Tris was the one for him...

Enjoy! I love comments, and votes are super cool too! :)

Tobias

"Tobias!" Marcus calls harshly. It's too kind and polite to call him 'Dad' or even 'my father'. I hate him. He's Marcus. And when the Choosing Ceremony finally rolls around next week, I'll escape him for once and for all. But first, the tests.

"Tobias!" he hisses as he enters the room. I'm gazing out the window, admiring the view of the city I want to explore. Enjoying a view - is that selfish? I can't tell anymore - Abnegation's rules have always thrown me. My father encourages them, a model citizen outside the walls of our home, but inside them, it seems to be okay to hurt your child. Is that selfless? Sublime? Noble? I've never asked. 

I don't turn to face him as he speaks again. "We need to study."

"They say you can't study for the aptitude tests -"

"What they say doesn't matter to me. You're not breaking rules; simply taking... precautions."

Now I turn. "Precautions against what?"

He is hiding something from me, I can tell. The darkness in his eyes have always been steady and reliable, to other people, that is. I've known him long enough to know when he is hiding something. There's a glint in his irises that give it away. I used to think it was sadness; this man is too cruel to feel sadness.

"Your mother's test results were... irregular."

This is all I need to fuel a comeback. Quick as a flash, my mouth quirks at the corners. I love breaking rules in front of my father, to fire him up. I am not selfless; I am the most selfish human being in this faction. I don't belong in Abnegation - but where do I belong? That is why I don't want my father interferring with my test. I want to know where I can go to fit in, where I can escape him and just be myself. Tobias. Or someone else. A name that doesn't tie me to him. But I'm no good at nicknames; they're selfish.

"Why, Marcus?" my grin widens. "Was she... Divergent?"

He gets his belt; adds to my bruises. I know it must be true. And now I fear my aptitude test, because if I am Divergent like my mother, I have no where to belong.

But fear is selfish.