Tobias
I'm remembering the night before the Choosing Ceremony again. It is dark in my room, for Marcus is asleep and it is late. I should be asleep now, too, happily dreaming of my future in Abenegation.
Except my future does not lie in Abnegation.
I remember as a child, before my mother 'died', she came into my room one night - a night rather like this. It was past her bedtime, and Marcus was curled up in the sheets of their bed, not noticing his wife's absence.
"Tobias," she whispers, testing to see if I'm awake or not. I am, because the lashes I received from the belt sting so badly, I cannot take my focus off them and close my eyes. I'm not scared, or selfish - I disllike feeling vulnerable. Closing my eyes would make me a target, because if someone snuck into my room during the night as I sleep, I would be a goner. But this is my mother, and I trust her entirely, so I turn around and smile, barely.
"I have something for you," she whispers, and my smile melts away, my blood turning cold. She is holding something in her arms, wrapped in a grey sheet. It is small and a strange shape - not moving, so not alive. First, I'm afraid it's a weapon. The malicious tingle that shivers through me at the thought of having to punish Marcus with is a strange feeling I'll never forget.
My mother comes closer to my bed, sitting next to me. Quickly, she untangles the sheet from around the object, and my heart stops. It is a small scuplture made of blue glass. I'm not sure what it is, or of it's significance, but when she hands it to me, I take it.
Years later, when I believe she is gone, I take it out again from the hiding spot she put it in that night. Tomorrow, I will be choosing my fate. I will be leaving Abnegation. And I want to remind my father of my betrayal, everytime he steps into the room I'll never sleep in again. So I place the blue sculpture on my dresser, and smile. It may not have been the weapon I had first assumed, but I know it's presence will cause more pain to my father than any bullet could.
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