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That night after dinner I snuck away from our dorms and made my way to the training room. I was happy to discover that the doors hadn't been locked as I made my way in. I walked over to the punching bags and began to stretch my muscles. As much as I wanted to jump right into blowing off some steam, pulling something while doing it would just be flat out embarrassing.
Once I felt that I had gotten in my share of stretching, I got to work. From hooks to jabs to kicks, I went over everything, hitting as hard as possible. Not soon after, I was drenched in sweat. I peeled off my shirt as it clung to my body. I was left in just a sports bra, but felt much better now that I wasn't restricted by the wet material. I took a quick drink from the water bottle that I had brought with me before turning back to the bright orange bag.
I had maybe landed a dozen or so hits before I heard the training room door opened. I planned to just ignore who it was, but was forced to acknowledged them when they spoke.
"You're not gonna win like that," the voice sounded familiar, but I was hoping it wasn't who I thought it was.
"Excuse me?" My voice made it clear that I was somewhat offended by the comment. I turned to see who the owner of the voice was.
"You're not putting your whole body into it," Eric commented. His voice had a little edge to it and his face was void of emotion.
"Why are you here?" I asked, ignoring his previous statement. He made his way over to one of the benches and picked up a bundle of black material.
"I forgot my jacket." He said flatly. Instead of making his way out of the room like I expected him to do, he began to walk in my direction. I rolled my eyes and looked back to the punching bag.
I took a few punches as he finally got to me. I tried to block him out, but his presence was a distraction. I continued to throw punches as I saw him place his jacket down from the corner of my eye. Once his jacket hit the floor, he came closer to me, a little too close. As my fist set out to make contact with the bag once again, Eric's hands found my mid-section and lower back. His hands were cold, but my skin burned at the contact.
"You need to keep your core tense," he informed me. I wanted to say something slick back, but my mind was blank for once. "Put your whole body into it," he mimicked the motion by twisting my torso with his hands.
I could feel his breath the side of my face. I swallowed hard and looked up meet his eyes, but they weren't where I thought they would be. He was looking further down my face, at my lips. He was so close... His eyes shot up and connected with mine.
His hands dropped from my torso and he stepped away, dropping eye contact. "I don't understand you," I blurted out. His eyes met mine again as I continued. "You come in here like… like this, but not even an hour ago you were sending me some pretty nasty looks in the dinning hall."
"Those looks weren't directed at you."
"Then who were-," It clicked as soon as the words left my mouth. I was only with one other person. "Four? Why?"
"Don't worry about it," he shot my question down as he turned away from me and grabbed his jacket off of the floor.
"Aww is someone jealous?" I teased. Of course he wasn't, but that doesn't mean I couldn't pester him with it. He rolled his eyes as he faced me.
"I'm not jealous." He took a few steps closer to me.
"Oh really?" I pushed on.
"I don't need to be jealous, because in the end, I always get what I want," he smirked as he turned away from me and made his way out of the training room before my mind could process what he had just said.
"I don't need to be jealous, because in the end, I always get what I want." What exactly did he want? That was the question that I couldn't seem to find an answer to.
I cringed as the sound of metal on metal rang in my ears. My head had literally just hit the pillow. Flashlights shined in our faces as we were woken up. "Let's go initiates! Get up!" I instantly recognized the voice as Eric's. My eyes quickly found him standing next to my brother who had a metal pipe in his hand. I tossed the sheets off me and stood, running my hand over my face.
"What the hell?" I complained as I glared at Eric. He had changed his clothes since I had last seen him in training room not too long ago.
"We're going on a little field trip," he smirked. Something about the smirk told me that this wouldn't be an ordinary 'field trip'.
"You have five minutes to get dressed and meet us by the tracks," Four announced as the him and Eric made their exit.
I saw Olivia out of the corner of my eye roll out of bed sleepily, nearly falling on her face. I chuckled as I pulled on a pair of pants and my combat boots. I had not time to do my hair so I quickly pulled it up into a high ponytail. "Come on, Liv."
"Leave me be," she grumbled as she changed into a different shirt and pants. We quickly finished getting ready and headed for the tracks. It felt strange, just me and Olivia. Kristen was still in the infirmary thanks to me. I had seen her just after I left the training room. She looked better, put the nurses wanted to keep her over night.
I was surprised to find Jake and Aidan along with he other Dauntless-Born waiting at the tracks when we got there.
"Where the hell are they having us go this late?" I questioned the two Dauntless boys as Olivia and I finally reached them. My question was met with a grin by both boys.
"Let's just call it… a Dauntless tradition," Jake vaguely answered.
"You're useless," I huffed. Sometimes I wasn't sure why I was friends with these two.
The boys chuckled as a train horn sounded in the distance. It didn't take long for the train to reach us, making us sprint to catch up with it. We swung ourselves into the cars with ease. The group of initiates mixed as he gathered in the the train car.
My eyes found Eric as he and Four climbed into the car. His words from earlier still rung in my head. 'I don't need to be jealous, because in the end, I always get what I want.' Once again, Eric had manage to keep the gears in my head spinning as I tried to decipher the meaning behind his words and actions.
My attention was drawn away from Eric and to Four as he dropped a black bag in the middle of the train car. The conversations that echoed around me faded as they waited to hear him speak.
"The game is simple, it's like capture the flag," Four crouched down and opened the sack, revealing some awkwardly shaped guns. The guns I was used to seeing had muscle and bulk, these looked like a pile of bones compared to them.
"Weapon of choice," Eric held up the gun in his hand, showing everybody.
"You call that a gun?" I whispered to Jake. I must have said it louder than I had anticipated because Eric's eyes shot over in my direction. Before I realized what he was doing he had cocked the gun, aiming it at me. He pulled the trigger and I yelped as pained shot through my leg. Jake caught me before I could drop to the ground. I clenched my jaw shut as the sheering pain made it's way through my thigh. Jesus Christ! He fucking shot me!
Eric took a few steps forward and leaned over me, pulling the dart from my leg. He looked up at me and smirked. I swear if looks could kill, he would have been dead 3 times over.
"Nero sim dart," he held the little metal dart up for the other initiates to see, "simulates the painof a real gun shot would."
"No shit," I muttered as Jake helped me to my feet. My leg still hurt like a bitch, but I could feel the effects of the dart fading.
"It only lasts a couple of minutes," he informed us, sounding a little disappointed as he shot a glare my way. "Two teams, Four and I are captains."
"You pick first," Four insisted.
"Okay," Eric looked around the at the initiates surrounding him. "I'll take the Stiff."
"Oh come on," I complained. Eric sent a dirty look my way, but I brushed it off as I pouted. I wanted to be on my brother's team, not Eric's. I didn't want to have to spend anymore time dealing with that asshole any longer then I had to. Plus, I wanted to spend time with my brother, even if he was technically my instructor in this environment.
I bit down on my lip ring as they went through the list of transfers. Olivia ended up with Four and so did Seth. If I forced to be on the same team as Seth I would take one of those darts in the head. After they had finished with the transfers, they moved on to the Dauntless-born.
"Jake," Four picked. My lip piercing was left alone, my mouth twisted into a frown as my best friend was placed on the opposite team.
"Aidan," Aidan slung his arm across my shoulder and I smiled. At least I wouldn't be dealing with Eric alone. I was confused as I saw Eric scowl at the sight of affection between me and Aidan. Four and Eric spent the next minute or so building their teams from the Dauntless-born.
Once they were done, Eric sent a smug smile in Four direction. "You can get off second."
"Don't do me any favors. You know I can win without them," Four replied.
"I'm not doing you any favors, you'll lose no matter when you get off," The competitiveness between the two made me smirk for some reason. "Take your team and get off first then." And with that, Four and his team began to leap from the train car and disappear off in the darkness.
"This is gonna be interesting," Aidan said lowly as he looked around the train car. The transfers we had included Mathew, Nathan, Luke, Paul, and myself. Out of the Dauntless-born, we had Aidan, Dean, Adam, and another girl that I didn't recognize.
"You can say that again," I sighed, looking over at our team captain.
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