A/N We are trying Eric/OC again! Let's hope this goes a bit better. Enjoy my lovelies
The pathways were wet from the last shower of rain. The bottoms of her black pumps were beginning to let water in to her socks. She picks up her pace, bouncing over puddles. "Evening Miss Hutt!" A man calls from his window. She glances up to the window from under her hood. A man, no older than 30, is looking down at her.
"How was the aptitude test?" He calls down. Her body tenses. She keeps walking, gaining yet another damp patch from a splash through a puddle. She would rather not speak of her test. The large houses surrounding her are identical to her own. Double storied, plain from the outside if you minus the way too many windows, and lots of bushes. She adjusts her hood, flipping it forwards so it covers more of her face. She prefers it like that. It makes her feel safe, like no one knows the real her. Like she is hiding behind someone she isn't. That's partially true, actually. Her father works for the Government, along side Jeanine Matthews, so everyone knows him. Yet so few people know about his silent daughter. She concentrates on her feet, listening to every step she takes. Then, she can hear more footsteps from behind her. Not bothering to turn around she keeps walking, as if she hadn't heard anything. She jumps over another puddle and takes a sharp turn down her street. Her light feet carry her effortlessly. The footsteps continue from behind her. She stops dead in her tracks and turns around. From the shadows of her hood she can clearly see a male figure, but who he is, she doesn't know.
"Ah, Miss Hutt. Your father is looking for you." The man says.
His charming smile peaks out of his rain jacket hood. She sends him a quick nod then turns and keeps walking. Why would he be looking for her? They barely even speak to each other. She leaps over a slightly larger puddle. The wind pushes back her hood, but only for a moment. Her feet stop, and twist on the spot. The place she calls her home stands before her. She unlocks the gate and steps into her yard. Cautiously making her way towards the door. She takes the knob and twists it, opening the door wide. To her surprise her father rushes towards her, pulling her inside the house. His posture is slouched, possibly another hard day at work. She slips her hood off, revealing the person she so desperately wants to get rid of. Her blue blazer and pencil skirt covers up most of her body. Her blonde bangs come down to her eyebrows, but she wishes they would cover her whole face.
"Well, how'd it go?" Her father asks. She looks at him curiously. He wants to make sure she makes the 'right' choice.
"I'm not supposed to speak of it and you're not supposed to ask." She says flatly. His eyes narrow and he grabs her wrists.
"I am your father, I have a right to know!" He yells. She tries to shake off his hands, but they just grip on harder.
"You'll just have to wait for tomorrow then, won't you?" She says, before pulling her arms free. Taking a step back, she spins on her heels and walks over to the stairs. She can hear her father groan slightly.
"Constance." He says. This causes her to stop walking. She looks over her shoulder at her father.
"Yes, dad?" She asks. His eyes drift towards her. They look concerned, worried.
"I hope you know where to go." Is all he says. She nods and keeps walking. As if he cares about her. 10 years in the dark. 10 years known as a mime, a mute. It's because of him that she's like this. He doesn't see it, but she remembers.
(...)
"Constance!"
She hears her name called. Reluctantly, she slips out of bed. The cool air of her room sends shivers down her spine. To have a shower, or not to have a shower? She sniffs her armpits and then pulls away. To have a shower. She pulls on her blue dressing gown and walks to the bathroom. She glances in the mirror at her reflection. Her bangs are all over the place in the morning, making her look more like a monkey. She grins at the thought. It would be cool to be a monkey. She turns away from the mirror and slips off her sleep wear. Adjusting the taps to her liking, she then slips in. She rests her arms on the tiled wall and lets the water slide down her back. She shuts her eyes and concentrates on the sound. It's all ruined by a knock on the door.
"If you take any longer we'll be late!" Her father calls from the hallway.
Turning the tap off, she steps out of the shower and takes a towel from the drying rack, wrapping it around herself. She then opens the door, to find her father standing there.
"Hurry now." He says, pushing her down the hallway. He chuckles slightly.
She can't help but let a smile spread across her face. This is the father she grew to love. Not the man she began to hate. Her Erudite clothing are perfectly placed on her bed spread. She rubs herself dry and begins to get dressed. The small, fragile girl she once was is now in the past. She is braver. After years of constant bullying she began to find joy in the words they would speak to her. Thinking of snide come backs, or thinking of 10 or more ways to torture them while they sleep. Often she would begin to say something, but her words would be drowned out by her mind telling her it's a bad idea. That's where she has problems. She doesn't speak to anyone, except for those she is some what close to. She catches her reflection in her mirror. She honestly barely even recognises herself. Her once malnourished frame is now athletic and strong. Her grey, still eyes that were once full of fear are now cold and hard. She could never walk the streets alone, afraid she might get attacked or kidnapped. She isn't afraid anymore. She can't feel anything anymore.
(...)
Her father guides her into the Hub. His arm is firmly gripping her shoulder.
"Be nice to Jeanine." He hisses in her ear. She sends him the thumbs up and a very overacted smile. They then turn off the main hallway and enter two double doors that reveal the Choosing Ceremony. She hides beneath her bangs, wanting no one to acknowledge her. But to her surprise the one person she doesn't want to speak to picks her and her father out.
"Darren, how pleased I am to see you, and..." Jeanine Matthews says, waiting for her to tell her her name. (A/N Wow. That's a play on words. Sorry about that mess up.) Her dad grips my shoulder, but she continues to focus on the ground.
"No need to be shy. I don't bite." She continues. Constance lets out a quick snort and looks up at her. Jeanine's silver hair is pulled back into bun. Her steel eyes are locked onto her face.
"Constance." She says firmly, extending a hand for Jeanine to shake. Jeanine nods and takes it, giving it a quick shake.
"How pleased I am to have finally met you, Constance," Jeanine says, smiling at her. "Lets hope you make the right decision." She adds, before walking away.
She is then guided towards the rest of the Erudite. Her father guides her towards a reserved seat for her and her father.
'Darren Hutt.' Her fathers seat reads.
'Darren Hutt's daughter' Her's reads.
Seems about right, no one ever knows her name. She didn't even feel like telling Jeanine her name, but it felt like she was forced to.
(...)
After a boring start to the Ceremony the names began to get closer and closer to her own. She glances at her father for reassurance, but got a glare instead. She looked back towards the Choosing bowls. She was going to abandon her father, disgrace her own faction and join one that she will feel as if she belongs in. Her name echoes through the giant room.
"Constance Hutt."
Her dad squeezes her hand. She pulls her hand free and slips out of the seats. She makes her way towards the bowls, with her head focused on the floor. Her feet make barely any noise, as if she was a ghost floating above the ground. She arrives at the bowls and looks towards the man handing her the knife. He is wearing Abnegation grey, a charming smile and a pair of curiously blue eyes. She takes the knife and begins considering her choices. Anything but Erudite. She drags the knife along her palm, the scarlet liquid gathering in her hand. She crosses out Candor, Erudite and Amity. Selfless or Brave? Not selfless. Brave. She stretches her arm out, over the Dauntless coals. A tiny drop of her blood splashes against the coals. The man hands her a bandaid and gestures towards the Dauntless. Cheers and whistles echo through the hall. She focuses on the floor and makes her way towards a seat at the back. Her arms get tugged on and people welcome her. She gets slapped on the back and squeezed. A grin tugs at her mouth. This almost feels welcoming to her. She turns towards her father, who just nods and smiles. Does he really accept her choice?
(...)
"I hope you are pleased with where you are now located," Jeanine shouts. "This is where you will be, and remain for the rest of your life." Cheers erupt and she puts her hand up for silence.
"Let Initiation begin!" She yells. With that people begin standing, but the Dauntless are jumping over their seats and are already running towards the door. She stands as well, concentrating on the steps she is taking, making sure she's running fast enough to keep up. The doors swing towards her face, but she swerves and it hits the boy behind her instead. His nose is bleeding down his Erudite shirt. She recognises him immediately. His name was Ian. After years of constant torment from people you begin to know their names. He was one of the people who would pick on her, punch her. Anything that would make her feel hurt. She extends a hand for him to take and he grabs it and stands up. His eyes are wide with shock. Why the hell did she just help him? After all of the bullying, she helped him.
She turns and begins running again to keep up with the rest of the Dauntless, closely followed by Ian. The train tracks stand tall and strong, high above the ground. People begin climbing and she decides to do the same. There are 13 Initiates this year. Four Erudite, six Candor, two Amity and one Abnegation. She only knows three of them. She squeezes herself in between two Dauntless and starts climbing. Her hands grip onto the small gaps in the support poles, slipping slightly when her feet find their way up too. She looks up. Not much further to go. She stretches her arms further up the support and pulls herself up. She brings her feet up as well, and repeats this two more times. She finds herself at the top of the platform. The Dauntless are lined up beside the tracks. Ian appears beside her and pushes her forward.
"Keep moving, C." He says in her ear.
She takes a few steps forward beside the rest of the Dauntless. Ian steps beside her again.
"I don't think I've told you how sorry I am for all of that shit I did to you." He begins. She raises her hand and then shrugs. It doesn't bother her anymore.
Just as he is about to say something else the Dauntless begin running. Perfect timing. She follows along behind them. At first she wonders where they are going, but then he remembers where she is. Train tracks. She focuses on her feet and begins to pick up her pace. The train starts passing her, and the Dauntless begin jumping in. She glances towards the train and takes a jump, grabbing onto the handle beside the door. She swings herself in and takes a seat on the ground. Ian jumps in not long after and sits opposite her. She stretches her legs out, making sure no one could see her underpants. Ian's friends jump on the train. Constance recognises two of them. James and Harold. James kicks at her legs, and Harold does the same, only harder. She glares at her fingers and decides to ignore it.
"Sorry, didn't see you there." Harold says, almost apologetically. She knows he's just being an asshole.
Her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt. A bad habit she had picked up from her father. Someone slides down next to her and begins talking. "Hi I'm Stacey! What's your name? Is it true you never talk? I mean, I've only heard about it from some people, I'm just curious. Nice hair. Is it dyed?" She says, talking so fast Constance could barely understand. She just ignores her and begins thinking of more ways to murder Harold and James. Her thoughts are interrupted by a bitchy voice from the other side of the car.
"It's rude to ignore people, you know?" Constance looks up from her hands and towards the owner of the voice. A smirk appears on Constance's face when she looks away in pure shock. Constance glances out of the train, followed by more ways to murder Miss Bitchy. But her thoughts are interrupted yet again, not by Miss Bitchy, but by people jumping out of the car. Constance jumps up and looks out the door. A large roof is only meters away. She takes a few steps back and jumps. Her feet land awkwardly and she rolls forward onto her hands and knees. She stands and brushes some of the gravel out of her legs.
"Justine!" Someone screams out from behind her, followed by crying.
She turns towards the edge, where a girl is being held back by two other girls. Obviously someone didn't make it. She turns and walks to the group of initiates gathered around the ledge.
"Alright, who jumps first?" A voice says greedily.
Constance catches a glance of the owner of the voice. His face pierced all over the place, his hair dangling in greasy strands across his face. Up his neck is a tattoo, only covering the left side. He claps his hands together impatiently.
"Well? Whose jumping?" He yells.
Constance acts before she can think about it, pushes towards the front. Her eyes connect with his. Grey on grey.
"Go for it." He says smugly, gesturing towards the ledge.
Constance steps up and takes a deep breath in. Her mind switches to whatever lies at the bottom of the building, not sure wether to hold her breath or to not.
"Any day now." He says from begins her.
She spins on her feet, takes a step back and sends him a wink before falling backwards towards the darkness. She shuts her eyes for only a moment before landing on a net. A laugh escapes her mouth and she gets pulled off by someone. Her body wasn't prepared for that so she stumbles a bit when she lands. A pair of blue eyes, vaguely familiar to the man who gave her the knife at the Choosing Ceremony, lock onto her face. The owner of the eyes is a young man, with short brown hair and a stern look on his face.
"Name?" He asks.
Just as she is about to tell him she stops. Constance doesn't sound right here. Thinking back into her past, she has always been quite, reserved. Immediately an idea pops into her head.
"Hush." She says.
The man smirks, "FIRST JUMPER- HUSH" he shouts.
Cheers erupt and he nods. Another body hits the net and Hush glances over at them. A pile of Abnegation grey lays awkwardly on the net. Laughter erupts in her throat and she is helped off by the same man.
"What's your name?" He asks. Her eyes drift off into the distance.
"Ana." She says finally.
Ana and Hush are motioned to follow the man. He takes them to a door and opens it.
"Wait out here until the rest of the initiates have jumped." He says, before shutting the door.
Ana glances at Hush, her fringe drooping over her eyes. She is now going to live up to her new name.
"You're Darren Hutt's daughter?" Ana queries. Hush glances up from her hands. She shrugs. Ana nods. She doesn't ask any more, which is good.
More and more people begin to gather in the hallway, and soon enough the man reappears, followed by a woman and the guy from the roof. His grey eyes wash over Hush, and smirks slightly. Hush narrows her eyes and watches him.
"I'm Four, one of your instructors." The man who helped Hush off the net begins. He gestures towards the woman beside him. "This is Shauna." He says, and gestures to the last man at the end, "and that's-"
"I'm Eric, I will be overseeing your training." He says.
Four sends Eric a glare and begins to talk again. "Dauntless-born initiates follow Shauna, transfers come with myself and Eric."
The group breaks apart and Hush sticks with Ana. They follow Four down a hallway towards a large door. "Through this door is the Pit-"
"The Pit? What sort of name is 'The Pit'?" A Candor from the front interrupts.
Four takes a step towards him and glares, before saying in a whisper "Listen to me and listen good, I'm not going to put up with your input every two seconds about everything I say, so do yourself a favour and shut up."
Hush lets out a quiet laugh, earning a glare from the Candor. She grins and follows Four into the Pit. Eric nudges Four with his elbow and says something. Must have been pretty funny because Four lets out a short laugh.
"This is the Pit!" Four yells. Behind him is a giant cavern, built into the walls are rooms that Hush could only explain to be as shops of some sort. A grin appears on her face. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Eric watching her.
"This is incredible." She breathes. Ana nods beside her.
"This is the centre of life here at Dauntless. To those who are unsure what to make of it, you'll one day grow to love it." Four says. He then motions for them to follow him.
Hush turns and walks behind Eric, his arms swaying slightly at his sides. Her eyes drift across his back, and up to his neck. The tattoo Hush had noticed from earlier is now more visible. It wraps around the back of his neck and stops in the centre. Hush walks for a moment, inspecting his tattoo, but then slams into his back.
"Ouch." She mumbles. Eric turns and looks at her.
"You should watch where you're going." He says.
Hush clenches her fists and glares at him for a moment.
"Or you could learn how to walk properly." Hush retorts. His mouth curls into a smirk, then he turns and keeps walking. Ana appears by her side.
"You have a death wish." She says quietly. Hush grins and nudges her shoulder.