~HongIce fanfiction~ Too Good to be True, Too Bad to be Fake

Oh look an update (chapter 4)

Oh look an update dun dun dun)

As the last person finally picked their faction, the picking was finally over. The factions exited the room, and soon the room was empty. I ran through the crowd, searching for my brother. I bumped into someone's back as I was looking and we both fell on the floor. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and it was slightly long. He looked about the same age as me, if not, then older. His eyes were a dark brown-ish color.

"Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to!" I exclaimed as I tried to stand up.

"It's okay! My name is Li Xiao Chun, but most people call me Leon. You?" He asked as his hand reached out for mine. It was surprisingly warm and felt nice.

"Uh I'm Emil Steilsson. Yeah." I stood up and brushed myself off. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be looking for a certain someone."

"Ooh! Who is it?" He asked, following me.

"Older brother. Lukas Bondevik. I swear if you tell anyone I called him older brother I will-"

"You can trust me!...Maybe."

We reached the outside of the building and onto the streets where all the other Dauntless were running. The two of us soon caught up to the rest of the factions and we reached a railroad.

"Uhh what are we supposed to do here?" I asked Leon.

"Isn't it obvious? We jump on as the train passes by! Duh!"

"Um excuse me what the hell did you just say?"

He sounded like jumping on a passing train was like something you're supposed to do everyday. "Yeah I jump on trains right after lunch time! What about you?" I mean, what is even the what?

The train came by after a few seconds. It passed and all the other Dauntless tried jumping onto the train. Most succeeded. Some of them...I don't want to talk about.

Well anyway, I finally caught up to the train, right behind Leon. He grinned at me and asked,"You ready?" And jumped. Just like that.

I stared in amazement then gulped. The end was getting closer and barely anyone was left. Would I rather go with a bunch of weird people and probably get my leg cut off in the process, or would I rather have a hard time living the rest of my life with other people? The answer was obvious. I got closer to the train and jumped.