Chapter 1

Four pov

I'm just about to head back to my apartment when a familiar voice calls out my name from down the hall. Sighing, I turn around to face Max.

"What?" I ask through gritted teeth.

I already know what he's going to ask and for the millionth time I will decline.

"You've been avoiding me, Four," he says almost scoldingly.

"Have I?" I fain ignorance although I know exactly what he's talking about.

Max' eyes roll around in his head and he sighs heavily. We both know I'm playing dumb.

"Look, Four, I do once again want to offer you a leadership position-" he starts but I cut him off.

"To which I'll once again decline," I say.

"I knew you were going to say that. Either way, I also want to remind you that you are training the initiates with Eric this year," he says.

"Can't Eric do it on his own this year?" I plead. Spending practically all of initiation with Eric sounds more than torturous.

"We both know that there need to be two instructors and between you and me, I don't think leaving Eric alone with a bunch of sixteen year olds is smart. Or safe for that matter. So yes, you have to. Unless of course you can train someone else between now and initiation," he says giving me a questioning look.

I quickly try to think of anyone I know that I could get to do this for me. It doesn't take long to figure out the best person to ask.

"I know just the guy."

"No. Just. No. I'm not doing it Four. No way," Zeke stutters, setting his beer on the table.

"C'mon man," I plead. "You owe me."

"How do you figure that?"

"Who took you home the last time you were drunk?"

Zeke rolls his eyes as he takes a drink. "I would have been fine without your help," he defends.

"You were standing on the edge of the chasm; crying and drunk. And you kept saying how you couldn't go on without more beer. You could have died," I point out.

"I almost die all the time," he says, waving his hand dismissively.

"Come on, do it for me," I beg.

He takes a minute to think about it.

"Fine, but I want you to do everything I ask while I'm training initiates."

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet but, when I do, you have to do it."

I really need to think about this for a second. With Zeke, I really could be doing anything for him. But do I want to train initiates this year? No. Definitely not. With this in mind I tentatively reach forward and shake his hand.

"Deal," I say.

Zeke takes another swig of his beer and then he grins so huge, it looks like it might split his face in half.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you feel like you just made a deal with the devil?" He asks.

I give him a very freaked out look and he just laughs.

"You should."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. The chapters to come will be longer. Anyway, as you can probably tell, this will be a Zeke centric story and I'm thinking that I might write this to replace 'Zeke pov'. I just want to apologize to anyone who really liked that fic, it just got so annoying for me to write. This one has a twist though so I think it will be more enjoyable to write.

I will continue this based on the response I get so please review.

Thanks for reading.

-cmatty