Tris Prior's Selection

Chapter Two-Four....us Beatrice

Tris' POV

I woken by the feeling of being carried, I prize open my eyes to see a tall dark figure that I can't see the face of due to the bright sunlight above us, telling me it must be almost midday, the selection draw is aired around two o'clock.

"What the f*ck?" I spit, struggling in the arms of the person- they don't let go. "God, if your trying to kidnap me you should have at least knocked me out."

"Who says I'm trying to kidnap you?" The voice is deep, so it's a guy.

"The fact I've woken up in your arms and I don't know who you are." The man carries me into the alleyway behind my house and I can see his face. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower one, his hair, darkish blonde like mine, is cut short like Abnegation (Theo James hair) and his eyes are deep and brown.

"You were sleeping in the street so I've brought you home." He states coldly.

"And how did you know where I live?" I retort, trying to put him off.

"I've seen you go in and out." I growl slightly, damning him in my mind.

"Good luck with the selection Tris." He says, turning and walking away.

"Wait! What's your name!" I shout.

"You can call me Four." He shouts without looking back before disappearing around the corner. I whisper his name confused as I head up the stairs to my families disintegrating apartment.

I whisper his name over and over, but how did he know mine? And my nickname at that?

*use the TARDIS to time jump pansycakes*

"Beatrice, come on sweetie. It's starting." Mom calls from the kitchen/only other room apart from the two bedrooms and a battered bathroom. I sigh and go to join my parents in front of the TV, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa which they are on.

It's starts with 'stunning' shots of the palace that we see every time we get an country address by the king or queen, or the once every however many years there is a selection and in turn, royal wedding. Part of me wonders what the castle looks like now, since the same pictures have been used since before I was born according to Mom, but the reality of the mirror crushes that part and shows me that there's no chance of me going to the palace.

"Hello to the almost 2.7 million Citizens of Chicago, today we are announcing the selected girls to compete for Prince Tobias' heart." Some royal adviser says, standing at a podium in front of the palace, the camera panning to Prince Tobias when his name is mentioned. His father, King Marcus Eaton stands just behind him.

"Well, let's dive right in. The first selected, is Marlene Sussum, caste, Dauntless." Some family in Dauntless is now most likely shouting and screaming praise to Marlene. Her picture shows a girl with long bright blonde hair-wavy, wearing all black clothes, but still looking graceful, and a look of pure happiness in her eyes. Whoever took her application photo chose the right moment to photograph. I hardly listen, losing interest after girl five is called, until my mom shakes me on the shoulder.

"Beatrice, it's the last girl. Please watch, just for me?' She begs, I can't say no so I turn my gaze to the screen as the announcer starts speaking.

"And last, but by no means least, Beatrice Prior, caste, Abnegation." It takes a few moments for the crowd in front of the palace to erupt in screams, a girl from Abnegation has never been chosen for the selection when it's been for a male.

Mom starts crying, I just sit shocked.

The palace, Prince Tobias, love?

I let a look of determination take over my face as my picture comes on the screen. It's one of me reading the only book in the house, my favourite, and at the moment Caleb captured, I'm looking up mid way through a laugh and my hair falling around my face. Looking....pretty...I guess.