Divergent one shots

Choices

Fair warning: This is really long! 2975 words long! It's easily the longest thing I've ever written! I'm so proud of myself!

Today was Tobias Eaton's choosing day. As he stood in front of the mirror cutting his hair, he remembered what his father had done last night and shuddered.

He had to get out.

Tobias walked into the kitchen and nodded at his father as he grabbed a bowl of cereal.

"Tobias," his father said, looking up from his newspaper, "I trust you will make the right choice today. Am I correct?"

"Yes, sir." Tobias said.

"Good." Marcus looked back down to continue reading.

20 minutes later, they were on the bus, standing and holding the rails on the ceiling. Always selfless. Of course.

When the bus arrived at the Hub, Tobias walked behind his father into the building. Marcus didn't even try to go near the elevator. Instead, he went straight for the stairs.

Of course. Tobias held in a sigh and started the agonizing climb up the many flights of stairs. His back was burning as a reminder of last night.

Eventually, they reached the top. Tobias saw the line of other initiates-to-be lined up in alphabetical order by last name and went over to line up with them.

Marcus stood in front of his son and put a hand on his shoulder. "You know what to do." Tobias nodded and Marcus left.

Finally, the ceremony was starting. This year the choosing ceremony was being run by the Dauntless. Which meant one of the five Dauntless leaders - Max - was conducting the ceremony.

He gave a speech about the five factions in a typical Dauntless manner and they were off. Starting with Gregory Zellner.

Tobias was thinking, what would he choose? Definitely not Abnegation. And Candor... he had heard about their initiation, he certainly didn't feel like spilling all his secrets. He wasn't smart enough to get into Erudite, and even if he did... they hated Abnegation. They would go digging. What about Amity? No. He was far too broken for all that cheerfulness.

That left... yes, that'd have to do.

Soon enough Max called, "Tobias Eaton."

Tobias looked up and snapped out of his daze. That was him.

Tobias started walking forwards. He picked up the shiny new knife. A new knife, a new choice. He turned it over and over in his hands. He looked up and met his father's eyes. Marcus nodded at his son.

Tobias looked down at the knife again. And back to his father. There was a strange glint in his eyes. He put the knife in his right hand and looked up to stare his father in the eyes. He pulled his arm back and threw the knife at his father.

The knife hit its mark. Deep in Marcus' chest. Tobias ran to where his father was and grabbed the handle of the knife. He pulled it out and hen stabbed his father again, and again, and again.

His father was lying on the floor now, but Tobias didn't stop.

Suddenly Tobias felt strong arms yanking him off of his father and pulling him backwards. He struggled against them with fury in his eyes. But the arms were too strong. Then he felt a small pain on his hand. Barely noticeable. He looked down.

There was a small cut on his left palm. Max had him secured against his chest so he couldn't escape but his left arm was able to move.

"Choose." He stated.