Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

The Test: Females

Abnegation - Austin Hawke

There's been a disturbance in the Force. The universe has been disrupted.

Okay maybe not but still...

I sit by myself, waiting  for Hektor to come by and tell me his story. I tell myself that it will  be interesting but I know it probably won't. I know from sitting  through some of the older Dauntless' stories that they aren't as  exciting as you'd like to think they'd be. Hektor will probably tell me a  story about the time his dog ate itself to death and then his mother  kicked him and he ate a cookie. Don't laugh, I've heard that one before.  But I'll try not to think like that. I'll try to forget myself and  listen to this man talk about whatever he wants because that's what I'm  supposed to do. No matter how selfish I want to be and ignore him, I  won't do it.

"Hello young lady. May I  sit with you?" I look up when a raspy voice speaks to me. Hektor stands  over me, looking frail and papery in his large grey robes. I feel bad  for the guy, he's so... old. I've never seen someone so old, there  aren't many old people in the Dauntless compound.

There isn't much empty  space on the bench so I stand and guide him into the seat I had been  sitting in. I'd rather sit on the floor anyways. It'd make me feel like  I'm a little kid listening to a story again, something I've missed for a  while. And that way I'd be looking up at him and he'd know that I'm  giving him my full attention. Plus, if I'm sitting on the floor I'm  sacrificing my comfort so Hektor can have a seat.

"Would you like to hear a  story?" He asks quietly, his sad brown eyes looking at a point to the  side of me. I wonder what he's looking at but I don't ask: curiousity is  frowned upon.

I nod with a smile on my  face and his eyes seem to light up. Some people would find him  self-indulgent for being so excited to talk about himself but I don't.  He's entertaining me so technically he's doing something for somebody  else, but I digress.

"When I was young,  the rivalry between Abnegation and Erudite was reaching its peak. It got  to the point where some of us Abnegation children would get beat up on  the way out of school. But we never fought back, that would be  self-indulgent. I myself would come home some days with black eyes or  split lips and my mother would just sigh and clean me up." He pauses for  a second and I look at him curiously. For a moment, I can see him as a  little boy with a black eye because some stupid Erudite- yes I see the  irony in that insult- beat him up.

"Sometimes I would ask  my mother why they hated us so much, why the older boys would call me  Stiff and shove me to the ground. They weren't always violent, they were  insulting and cruelly clever too. As a young boy, I didn't understand  it. My mother said it wasn't a rivalry she understood either and that I  should just keep my head down. But I didn't like that answer, I was only  eight at the time." Hektor stops talking again and I realize he's  trying to catch his breath. I hadn't realized it took so much out of him  to talk.

I'm practically hanging  on his every word, wanting to know what he did. Nobody's told me stories  in years. I'm not supposed to be curious but I can't help it, Hektor is  actually interesting.

"So I went to school the  next day with the intention to talk things over with one of the Erudite  boys. There were a few in my Faction History class but one of them sat  right behind me, he would throw paper airplanes at the back of my head.  He never missed. I sat through the class quietly until he threw one of  the planes and part of me just got fed up. I stood up and knocked my  chair over in my haste, making eveyone turn to me. I didn't mean to draw  attention but I was too focused on the boy to care."

The look of regret  on his face is as plain to see and I felt bad for him. He still regrets a  selfish choice he made when he was a little boy. That's how deeply the  Abnegation values are embedded into him. I've never been that selfless;  so selfless that I regret things I did as a child. It must be hard.