What if shadowhunters went to St. Vladimir's academy? strigoi and demons lurking around the corner the whole time? What happens when the sun goes down and the monsters lurking in the shadows come out to play?

Divergent in Tobias's perspective! Have you ever wondered what is going on in Tobias/Four's mind while you were reading? Well you don't have to wonder anymore. I update very frequently and would love if anyone would read this. It is my first time writing for fun.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

In a normal street was a not so normal house. The windowsills are yellow and placed in artistic places. The grass is cut to a strange hight and a bit zig zaggy. In the very middle of the orange roof is a purple chimney with stripes and spots everywhere. The house it's self is tall and fat. Usually tall and thin is normal in houses but not this one. The door is the biggest object in sight. It's red, pink, blue, orange and green. The doorknob is brass, and shaped like a pineapple. Then to top it of there is a brown and black doormat. Just a very simple doormat. The doormat feels very strongly that it is being mistreated and disrespected. Imagine how dirty this house would be if it wasn't there! The house would be filthy!! A lizard lies on the road, suntanning it's cold blooded skin. "Hey doormat! Wanna come over here? Oh yeah, you cant! haha!" The lizard yells. "Asshole." The doormat yells back. As you can probably tell, this doormat has no manners whatsoever.