Life is full of games

Chapter Two

Beatrice

The factions were seperated into five sections, in the first section was Abnegation (the selfless). Abnegation is the faction that values the needs of others above the needs of oneself. Abnegation's color is grey, their style of dress is concervative, loose-fitting grey clothing so as not to call attention to themselves. The only accessory they are allowed to wear is a plain watch. also, as the poeple of Abnegation prefer not to show skin, exposing clothes are never worn.

Next to them was Amity (the peaceful), members of amity are dressed in red or yellow, though their faction only dictates they were some amount of the colors. Styles are loose and comfortable. They are loving and kind. Amity members are happy people, willing to serve, but, unlike Abnegation, do not come face-to-face with those they serve (usually).

Next is Erudite (the intelligent), according to the norms of the faction, it is dictated that a faction member must wear at least one blue article of clothing at a time: blue causes the brain to release calming chemicals which attest to their saying; "a calm mind is a clear mind." It is also noted that Erudites care for eloquent speeches, as well as their search for knowledge.

Then there is Candor (the honest), Candor members value honesty above all else. A member of Candor can be recognized from their black and white clothing. They are very truthful, sometimes to the point of being tactless. The Candor initiation does not utilize simulation, but utilizes lie detectors tests and truth serum. They believe that charm is unnecessary and politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

And then last but not least Dauntless (the brave), Dauntless are those who are brave, seeming almost fearless. They strive to become courageous and indestructible. The Dauntless are those who guard the fence, making sure no one gets in or out, and are the best soldiers. The dauntless color is black, also my favorite color. They dress in tight-fitting dark or black clothing that aids in their lifestyle of battle and training. Dark makeup, tattoos and piercings are also recommended for members.

The leader of abnegation Marcus Eaton was standing in the center of the room. He was calling out names after his 'short but powerful' speech. One by one every teenager got up to the center of the room and got to make his or her decision.

"Caleb Prior" I heard Marcus shout and he got up to leave but my father stopped him.

"See you soon son." he said without a doubt. Without considering that his own son could betray him. Caleb smiles a little before he walks away. I watch his feet move to the center of the room, and his hands, steady as they accept the knife from Marcus. are deft as one presses the knife into the other. Then he stands with blood pooling in his palm, and his lip snags on his teeth. He breathes out. And then in. Ans then he holds his hand over the Erudite bowl, and his blood drips into the water, turning it a deeper shade of red. I hear mutters that lift into outraged cries. I already knew he was going to choose erudite, it wasn't a shock for me. The Abnegation, normally so placid, speak to one another in tense whispers and glare across the room at the faction that has become their enemy.

"Excuse me!" says marcus, but the crowd doesn't hear him. he shouts "Quiet, please!"

The room goes silent. except for the ringing sound. I hear my name and a shudder propels me forward. Halfway to the bowls, I think about choosing abnegation. I can't leave them not now that Caleb already did. The ringing, I realize, is in my ears. I look at Caleb, who now stands behind the Erudite. He stares back at me and nods a little, like he knows what I'm thinking, and agrees. My footsteps falter. If Caleb wasn't fit for Abnegation, how can I be? But like I said what choice do I have, now that he left us and left me no other option. I set my jaw. I will be the child that stays; I have to do this for my parents. I have to. Marcus offers me my knife. I look into his eyes --they are dark blue, a strange color-- and take it. He nods and I turn towards the bowls. Dauntless fire and Abnegation stones are both on my left, one in front of my shoulder and one behind. I hold the knife in my right hand and touch the blade to my palm. Gritting my teeth, I drag the blade down. It stings, but I barely notice. I hold both hands to my chest, and my next breath shudders on the way out. I open my eyes and thrust my arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a gasp I can't contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood sizzles on the coals.

I'm selfish. I'm brave.