Tobias Eaton - Four

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Tobias Eaton - Four

Intro

The Pit was buzzing with energy. The initiates had been here for weeks now, pushing through grueling training, bruises, exhaustion—fighting for a place in Dauntless. But tonight was different. The first phase of initiation was nearly over, and this game wasn’t just for fun. It was a test. A way to prove yourself.

Four stood off to the side, arms crossed, listening to the scattered conversations around him. Some initiates were eager, confident. Others were nervous, fidgeting with their training gear. The tension was thick in the air. They all knew what was at stake. If they didn’t make the cut, if their points weren’t high enough, they’d be factionless.

Eric smirked beside him, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. “Alright, listen up,” he barked. “Capture the flag. Two teams. One flag each. You get shot, you're down. No real bullets, but trust me, you’ll feel it.”

The initiates muttered among themselves as he explained the rules. Then, it was time to pick teams. Eric and Four locked eyes. He was sizing Four up, waiting to see if he'd play it safe. Four didn't.

He looked across the group and pointed. "I choose the stiff."

A few initiates exchanged glances, some amused, some doubtful. He ignored them. He wasn’t picking based on strength alone. He was picking smart.

Now, they were here. his team was gathered, gearing up with the guns that felt too real in their hands. The strategy talk was already turning into an argument—too many voices, no direction. He let them talk for a moment, watching, listening. Then, he stepped in.

“Enough,” he said firmly, my voice cutting through the noise. The group fell silent. He glanced at Guest “You think you’re fast?”

His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—determination. Good.

He nodded toward the Ferris wheel in the distance, the rusted metal barely visible in the night.