Ch.1 – Tag, You're It (Part 1)
Note: I owe this story to mrsbishop21 for accepting my beta request and turning this piece into a unicorn fart. Enjoy!
Let me introduce myself, my name is Anyia. Today is one of the most significant days of my life. Today, I choose which faction I will live in for the rest of my life. Me being me, I am choosing to leave Candor behind, along with my friend, Christina.
I seriously can't live without that girl; she's always been there for me. I wanted to go through life with my best friend, so Dauntless, here we come.
I stood in a black and white dress that hung to my knees with a dull black coat. My dark hair felt way too long with this new change of life.
After everyone has chosen, I notice Peter and Molly, also defected; they were considered the trouble makers in Candor.
Ugh this cannot get any worse, now we're stuck back with those two crazies.
Looking around the sea of transfers, I sent daggers at Molly. 'Yes, you know why you deserve them,' I thought about her with Peter when I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. I turned my body to look over at Christina. She gives me a silent look of understanding.
There was so much commotion at the end of the ceremony, we now found ourselves out of breath,
sitting on the train. The very last person in our car was an Abnegation transfer.
I wanted to give her some words of encouragement, but didn't know how to come off not like a
bitch.I mean I can be pretty bossy. After a while of silence, people started jumping out of the moving train.
Getting onto the Dauntless roof was easier than I expected, even with me being in a dress. I managed a tuck and roll without my boobs popping out.
Great, everything is still tucked in.
I grab a handful for good measure just to verify that they were still in my bra.
We gathered towards a group of members who were on the roof waiting for us. I rolled my eyes at Peter's snide remarks. "So, Nia, you're still wearing pink panties...They look like the same-" I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of even finishing his sentence. So, me being me, I punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Shut the hell up, squawk!" I was going to continue however, I noticed an attractive male standing on the edge of the roof. He cleared his throat while scanning the crowd. I noticed he had a
geometrical tattoo going down the side of his neck. Oh, man, that's hot!
"Are you done with your squealing, initiate?" He sarcastically asked. I sent him a silent nod, he seemed bemused as I slapped Peter again just for good measure.
Later on that evening, I was dressed in a form fitting black tank top paired with skinny jeans and combat boots. I sighed when I realized that I was the last at the fire. I was about to toss my old clothing in. However, my thoughts consumed me.
Everything has a shelf life, time to get rid of the old…
Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my wrist. I instantly wanted to yank it away from whoever was
disrupting me. There, standing inches from my body was the man from the roof: Eric.
"I actually like that dress on your curvaceous body, it represents the woman you left behind.. I can..." I cut him off before he could finish, I was frustrated he would even offer such a thing.
"Hide it with you? Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need to be reminded of where I came from." Anger surged through my veins as I looked him in the eyes while I tossed the dress into the fire. "It's just a dress. I'm sure there will be others." I look over my shoulder as I walk away to see a smirk spreading across his chiseled face.
Sure, I have a nice body, but it doesn't mean I have to flaunt it.
Darkness consumed her that night as a dream filled her. Hallucinations danced in her head; Eric was shirtless as he pinned her down, his arms on both of hers, his legs straddling her. Holding her down with his sheer weight.
"This is not fair!" I say as a grin crosses over my face. I was at a disadvantage, and he was taking every opportunity possible. I bit my lip to hide my arousal, when he leaned down closer to my exceedingly hot body, I squirmed.
"Nia, it drives me crazy the way you bite your lip." I can see mischief flicker in his eyes.
Feeling heat rise from my chest, I bit my lip again, desire pulsating through my body. Every inch of his touch was setting me on fire. In a hush whisper, barely audibly, "I love how you say my name."
No one has ever made me feel alive as Eric does right now. I gasp when he presses his hard member to my core. If you only knew how close I am to the edge.
He continues to grind into my core with that smirk on his face. As a reward I let out a low moan from deep within. Oh, God, I want more!
My eyes shoot open into the darkness as my heart is pounding in my chest. Sweat coated my skin and I couldn't hear anything temporarily. Adjusting my eyes around the dorm room, I see everyone else were still sleeping. Good, this gave me a few moments to return my heart rate back to normal.
Once I compose myself, I pulled my hair into a high bun, and then slipped into my combat boots. I quietly made my way through the dorm towards the exit.
I can already tell that I'm going to be in a bitchy mood today. The dull ache in between my legs is a reminder of my dream.
I need some relief and I need it soon.
I navigated the dark tunnels towards the training room. Once inside the dimly lit room, I set myself up at a punching bag. Working through a series of punches, I became distracted thinking about my incredibly hot sex dream. Frustration was an understatement to say the least. Sometimes, my self loathing really got the best of me.
I was brought back to reality when I felt someone's thumb gently wipe my tears away.
"Are you alright, Anyia? You look like you're beating yourself up over something," Eric gently pressed, this side of him was completely different then the leader I met yesterday.
I shrugged as I fumbled through my words "It's too complicated...Ex-boyfriend issues." I looked up into his eyes, pleading not to press for an explanation.
He nodded, "Just try to focus on the tests and whatever memories he caused to make you cry, ok?"
Eric watched as I pursed my lips together. I wanted to shed more tears at the kindness he was showing me. However, I kept the tears from escaping. I gave him a weak smile before I headed out of the training room.
As I was about to open the door, Four blocked me. I didn't feel like meeting his gaze so I skipped out around him. I caught a fraction of their conversation from the darkness of the hallway.
ERIC'S POV
"Why was that Anyia crying?"
"I didn't cause her to cry despite what you might be thinking, Four, and I'm not telling you shit either. You're forgetting who has more authority here."
Sure, a few women tried to take advantage of me by offering sex. As they always thought they could get me to settle down, however, it never worked in their favor. It pissed me off when they thought they could tame the ruthless leader, I'd never fall for it.
Stepping into the training room to see Anyia crying was worse than a punch to my gut. Learning that some prick caused her pain was my undoing. Staring into her big brown eyes, I could see the fire in them. Determination, that was something I could work with.
Everyone has an image that people see on the outside. I was the cold ruthless brute who didn't
take shit from anyone. Truth is that was how I had to be in leader mode. It wasn't who I was as a person. No one knew that though, no one made the effort to get to know the real me.
I heard people talking about Anyia since her arrival. They were already classifying her from her body. Some Dauntless members thought she would be an easy lay. I knew I had to protect her, even if it was for selfish reasons.
After some digging, I learned that Peter Hayes was the chum that hurt Anyia. I swore to myself that
if Peter stepped out of line during initiation it wouldn't end well for him.
Anyia POV
I was desperate to pass my tests. It threw a curve ball when Eric gave me words of encouragement. If only he knew that those words were needed. I promised myself to take them to heart, determined to fight my way through initiation.
I never understood why he did it; I couldn't place his motives for such actions. Taking a deep breath, I left the dark hallway to find the cafeteria. I knew I needed to fuel my body for the rigorous workout that they were going to throw our way.
Still lost in my thoughts, I had one thought that kept circling me. Why would Eric care about me? His reputation among Dauntless was notorious. Everyone knew him as heartless. He let me in on a different side of him.
Eric had never even really cared about a particular person. Maybe I should ask my mother on Visiting Day. I knew that faction before blood was a serious oath around here; however it still was tempting to try to send communication to my mom. I chose against it, I didnt want someone to hack into my personal tablet.