Never Wanted This
A Collection of Divergent Drabbles
Eric x Original Character
By Millie55
Insurgent - The Hunt
The scan. Every citizen had to take it. The Erudite-Dauntless alliance moved through the city. Those who denied, were forced. Any being with an ounce of divergence was killed, one way or another. Either Eric pulled the trigger as their percentage was low, or they were taken to Janine. A divergent would unlock the box, the message from their founders.
Eric, Erudite born, Dauntless transfer and leader, lead the hunt. They had torn through Amity. Next, Candor. Their vehicles tore through the brush on their way back to the city. Eric stood on the side of the truck, his bright eyes watching the trees. They had found citizens tucked away in the trees, hiding in fear of their divergence being discovered. They were on their way to Amity. A safe haven now that Abnegation was in ruins.
On this watch he spotted movement. Another runner. He wasn't the only one who spotted this. It was just figure. Petite. Female. Dressed in gray. He could take her. "I got this." He called out, "wait here."
His broad stature stalked off into the bush, eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. Soon he was deep in the bush. Far enough that he couldn't see his convoy but close enough that they would hear the shot of his gun. Eric however had lost his visual. How fast could the stiff run?
She hadn't ran. She had hid in the brush. Ambushing him from behind. She was small, yet trained to use it to her advantage. Trained along side him. The divergent was the same woman he had expelled from his bed the night the serum was administered. Eric felt his heart drop.
If I ever see you again, you wont be this lucky.
Eric had to kill her this time. If he didn't Jeanie's tests would. The last thing he wanted was to put her through that. His size was no match for hers. Soon he had her pinned to the sticks and stones of the ground, gun in her face. She had no fear in her eyes. She was not scared of him. She was not scared of death. His love, was going to let him kill her. This caught him off guard, his stomach twisting and grasp around her wrists growing looser. He gave her enough space to grasp the scanner and shove it in her face.
Now he was the one with fear in his eyes. He watched the machine expand over his features and soon his results popped up. Sixty-Seven percent, divergent. Both of their faced softened at once, as the young woman turned the scanner on herself. Eighty-Nine percent, divergent. She then replaced the scanner with the gun, pressing the barrel to her forehead. The words escaping her lips he didn't want to hear. She was begging for it.
Eric didn't know if he was going to be able to do it. How could he kill someone he cared so deeply about? How was he supposed to hunt the people who were just like him? It would keep him safe, but at what cost?
Now was a time to be brave. To be selfless. He pressed a kiss to her lips, it was slow. He wanted to remember the last time he would kiss her. He stroked her cheek when he was done, her expression already thankful. It was when he saw the look of peace on her features he pulled the trigger.
Standing slowly, he looked down at her, doing his best not to shed a tear. He left her under the shade of the trees, a flower resting over her chest. He would live with her blood on his hands for the rest of his days, but she would finally be safe.
When Eric returned to the convoy, he hopped up on the truck, his features hard. "Let's keep moving."