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Chapter 14

"You are impossible!" I yell at Eric and throw my fist at his arm. He barely felt it, but it felt good me to release anger. This man is infuriating. We lasted ten minutes. Ten whole minutes we were quiet and avoided looking at each other or any other form of communication. Then I happened to look a second to long at him and boom! It started with a round of saying what and not receiving a dignified response. Then we started mocking each other and then we somehow ended up calling each other names. I know it's extremely childish, but I can't help myself. This man is so annoying and his near present ticks me off. What were the others thinking, making him come with me? I would have been fine on my own. I would have probably already been in enemy territory.

"I am impossible? What about you! Is it so hard for you to actually act like a normal person?" Eric throws back at me. He walks towards me and I end up having the nerve to actually not move. His body towers over mine. I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eye. He is breathing heavily, telling me I should watch out. As usually, I ignore that piece of information.

"Says the one who can't get over his own ego! You know, I finally understand why they made you our supervisor. It's not because you are a Dauntless leader, it's because they wanted to get rid of you!" I yell in his face and I seemed to have hit a nerve. His hands grab my shoulders and I have to use all my strength to not make him push me back.

"Don't you dare to…" He starts using his slow voice, what signals me to watch out. The last time when he used that, he nearly punched me. The only reason he didn't do it was because off Four. He isn't here right now, so I'm basically screwed.

Of course that doesn't stop me.

"What? I hid a nerve? Good! You disserve it, you oversized…" I wasn't done yelling at him, when all of a sudden his eyes change and he places a hand over my mouth. I panic for a second and then I realize that something is going on. Eric's body tenses and it's not because of me.

"What is that noise?" he asks, not really pointing the question to me. I hear it to, but I can't seem to place it. Can't he just take his hand of my face? This isn't exactly comfortable. He doesn't move and I end up doing the only thing I can think off. I lick his hand. I try not to pay attention to what his hand tasted like or the smell for that matter and I spit when his hand finally get's of my face. He sends ma a glare and whips the spit of on my jacket: "You are disgusting."

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You aren't exactly prince charming either," I spit back, but Eric lets it go. He's scanning the area, but he can't find the source of the noise. I feel the tracks beneath me tremble all of a sudden.

Wait a minute…

I turn around and see two headlights coming around a corner. It's a train. The noise we are hearing is from an approaching train. I grab Eric's hand and pull him forward. There is a pillar we can climb down a few meters ahead. Eric seems to understand my train of thoughts.

The train is approaching us fast and we are sprinting towards the pillar. My legs start to hurt from the sudden activity and my lungs are burning. We reach the pillar and I want to climb down it, more like jump down, when Eric's arm laces itself around my stomach and he pulls me back. I don't understand what he's doing. All I see is the head lights from the train coming extremely close.

To close.

I look at Eric and see him climbing down the pillar. Did he just really pull me back so that he could go first? Is he that selfish? I told you he is impossible! I feel like screaming at him, but the train is to close. I want to climb down, but there isn't any time anymore. What should I do? Jump? I'll never survive such a jump.

"Jump!" Eric yells and I barely hear him over the noise of the approaching train. He can't be serious? He holds one arm out to me, while the other is holding him steady against the pillar. Does he want me to jump in his arms? I can feel my heart skip a few beats and my lungs aren't allowing me to breathe anymore.

The train keeps approaching. Ten meters.

I look at Eric and he yells again: "Jump!"

Five meters

I can't think this over anymore. I need to jump.

Three meters.

I don't trust him to catch me, but the approaching train doesn't give me much of a choice.

My eyes lock with Eric's. A flicker appears in his eyes and I jump. My arms find a way around his neck and I feel his outstretched arm wrap itself around my waist. My heart skips a beat as I feel his heart beat against my chest. His heart beat was steady, almost calm, while mine was beating at an unhealthy pace. He must be used to situations like these: stay calm, think fast and take action.

I guess it was smart of him to climb down first. If I went first, he wouldn't have had enough time to climb down and the train would have hit him. The blow would have most likely killed him. If not, the fall from the pillar would have.

The train races past us and after a few seconds the silent night returns. It doesn't feel natural. I feel like at any moment there could be a potential life ending threat approaching us.

My heartbeat calms down and my lungs are celebrating the sudden serenity I am giving them. My body trembles as the situation catches up to me. I just jumped from a bridge and hoped that the men, who I always fight with, would catch me. I have never taken such a risk in my life. Eric could have let me fall and I would be dead. Or maybe he wasn't able to grab me and I would have fallen. Why did I trust him? I guess I didn't have a choice. It was him or the train and his frame seemed far more welcoming that the frame of that train. I think the flicker in his eyes made me jump in the end. That and the life stealing train.

"Are you still alive?" Eric's voice whisper in my ear and I restrain myself from saying no. I am not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that this has been the scariest moment of my life. And I had to go thru it with him, the Dauntless leader I can't stand.

"Sort of," I end up answering and I feel his arm tighten around my waist as he holds me. It hadn't downed on me yet how close we were, how our bodies were pressed up against each other. I have never been this close with a man. I can't believe it's him I am pressed against. I could feel his muscles move as he makes himself ready to climb down. He is going to need both arms to do that. I am not sure I like his safe arm leaving my waits. It gave me a sense of security. I am going to fall while he holds me. It was safe while he hold me. I shake my head to get rid of those taught. They make me feel uncomfortable and scare me a bit as well. I couldn't possible ever feel anything for this man. It's just too ridiculous for words. But then why is my heart beating faster again, when I think how he is holding me?

"I need you to hold on to me. I'm going to climb down. You ready," Eric says and I tighten my grip on his neck. His arm leaves my waits and I feel cold. The sudden lack of physical exercise is probably responsible for that. It's the only logical explanation.

I can feel ever muscles in Eric's body move as he climbs down the pillar. He doesn't complain about my weight and it doesn't take him long before his feet touch the ground. I don't feel like letting go. A reassuring hand crawls up my back. His hand feels warm. I have to focus on breathing, because it starts to hitch every now and then. A set of lips are pressed up against my ears: "Are you just going to keep hanging there the whole night?"

"I'm good," I joke and feel my body relax. My arms slowly loosen and Eric's hand on my back stops me. My eyes lock with his and I can see a smile starting to form on his face: "I didn't expect you to be scared of a little jump."

"A little jump? A little jump!" I raise my voice and am about to bring up our discussion up again, when he smiles and leans his head on my shoulder. He sighs: "Do you ever stop?"

"No, why would I? I am such a joy to be around," I joke and let my angry thoughts go. The arm, holding me against Eric his frame looses and I can feel my feet touch the ground. It gives me a very safe feeling. I have never been so happy before in my life to feel the ground beneath my feet. It feels good to have some distance between us though. I try to ignore the fact that I was a few seconds ago clinging to his frame and look at the train tracks: "Maybe we should just walk down here from now on."

Eric nods and we start walking again. We don't talk for awhile and I can tell we are both trying to ignore each other. My thoughts keep going back to Eric's body and the way it felt pressed up against mine. I don't need this right now. I need to focus. I want to win this game and go on to the next stage of initiation with my friends.

"Stop," Eric suddenly says and I stop next to him. I don't feel like arguing with him right now. I feel exhausted actually. My legs hurt and a headache is starting to nest its way into my brain. Eric points up ahead. There is light and we can see people walking. They're coming our way!

I scan the building around us and see a broken window on my left. I grab Eric's elbow, avoiding his hands and pull him towards it. We can take shelter in it and attack from the dark. They won't be able to see us. I crawl thru the glass, followed by Eric. We grab our paintball guns and place ourselves in the corners of the window. Eric on one side, me on the other.

We wait in silence. My heartbeat is the only thing I can hear. We see people walk past the building we were earlier standing at. There are two of them. I lift my gun and aim, but Eric signals me to wait. Of course, they can run back and take cover easily from where they are standing now.

"Wait until they reach the pillar," Eric whispers and he keeps his gun steady. I wonder how many times he has done something like this in real life. With real bullets. I turn my attention back to our attackers. I hope I can hit them. I have gotten pretty good with a gun, but I'm still not that great.

"I'll fire first. I'm pretty sure your aim will be better than mine when the other guy starts running," I whisper back. I hate that I have to admit to him that I am still not great with a gun, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just nodes: "Wait till the last possible moment."

I wait. I keep my breathing steady and keep my eyes focused on one guy. They are talking, but we can't make out what they are saying. My hands aren't shaking, what is a good sign. I feel calm actually, considering the situation.

"Are you sure you heard something?" one Dauntless kid asks the other. He sounds annoyed. The other is scanning the area. His eyes fall on our hideout. I keep absolutely quite and aim for his chest. It's the widest part of his body and I will have the most success if I aim for that.

"Skander, come on. There isn't anyone here," the annoyed Dauntless kids whines and starts walking away. Skander waits for a few seconds before giving up. He turns around.

"Now," Eric says and within less than a second I pull the trigger and I see a big red mark cover Skander's back. The impact from the bullet makes him stumble and his friend turns around and he tries to aim his gun, but he gets hit by Eric. The man moves quickly and climbs back thru the window. I follow him. He has more knowledge about situations like these, so I should trust him for the moment. The guys see us approaching. The whinny one wants to say something, but Eric aims at his head: "Talk and I will shoot at your head. It won't kill you, but it will hurt like hell."

A shiver runs down my back as I hear him speak. He is so serious. His eyes are focused on his target and I can tell the guy is about to wet himself. The other one, Skander, lifts his hands. He surrenders. His friend follows.

We walk past them and leave them behind. They stay quite. Lauren explained that if you got shot during the game, you die. If that happens, you stay at the spot where you died and wait for the game to end. It is considered a cowards act if you yell to warn your friends once you are dead in the game.

I run after Eric and we keep our guns ready to be used. We hear laughter. We must be getting close to their flag. Between the buildings we see four people walking and talking. They aren't paying much attention to their surroundings. They are a pretty open target if we can aim at them from above. I turn my head and see a lower ladder. It leads to the roof of a container. It's high enough for us to lie on and aim at them. If we stay really quite, we should be able to hit them. The only problem is there are four of them and only two of us. If we shoot, they will run and two people can easily get away and disappear between the buildings. Then they will know we are here and they will be on their guard.

We need to avoid that situation.

I can see the flag, hanging from a pole. Two Dauntless kids are sitting against it. They're paintball guns lying besides them. Maybe if one of us attacks from here and the other one attacks them from behind, we might have a shot. They are most likely going to disappear between the buildings behind them when we start shooting at them.

I explain to Eric my plan in hush towns. I don't like how close we are standing, but it will have to do for now. He nodes and signals that he will climb up the container. I run silently towards one of the buildings behind the pole. I can hide in the shadows of the building. There is some light coming from where the Dauntless kids are sitting, but it shouldn't give my presence away. I lay down on my stomach. A low target is a harder target to hit from afar, especially when it's hiding in a dark environment. I place my gun and take slow breaths. Eric will shoot first. I hope our plan works. I really want to win and frankly I want this to be over.

I wait for what feels like hours. What if Eric has been shot? What if they noticed him? I can't imagine the Dauntless born to be silent victors, but maybe they would realize that we are a bigger threat than they expected.

I wait and wait until I hear a scream.

Eric must have shot someone. Two shadows run between the buildings and I wait for them to get away from the opening. They can't see me. They ready themselves to go back out there and attack Eric, but I act first. I aim for the one standing the farest away from me and shoot. I hit him on his arm. He shrieks from surprise and his friend turns around quickly. I aim for him, but he moves to fast for me to hit him. He shoots towards me while he runs, but his bullets don't even come near my figure.

Click!

I am out of bullets! What do I do now? The guy shooting at me notices that I stopped firing at him. He stands still and aims for me in the dark. I lie still on the ground and pray to a higher power that he doesn't hit me. I really want to win this!

Click!

My eyes closed when he pulled the trigger. I was so convinced that I was done for, but the guy standing in front of me was also out of bullets. He wasted them. I get up and run towards him. There is only one way I can win from him now and that fight him. The guy is big and looks strong. Then maybe he isn't fast. I lift my fist at him and go in for the punch, but he blocks it easily. I keep my feet moving and soon discover that speed isn't this guy's talent. I just need to hold on and then an opening will present itself. I keep throwing punches at him from different angles and he keeps blocking them. I also notice that doesn't use his feet. He stands practically still.

I wait and fight.

After a minute I see an opening. His arm is wide open. I go for it. I reach it, but he seems to know what I'm doing and he lets me grab his arm. When I want to turn my body and pull him over my shoulder, he kicks my knee from behind, making me fall down. I felt my knee throbbing. It hurt a lot. I get up quickly, before his fist connects with my face. I am able to place myself behind him and I place my foot in front of his, making him fall on his stomach. I jump on his back and punch him square in the face.

I forgot one important detail. We weren't fighting until the first punch was blown to the face. We were fighting until one person was unconscious. I have never punched someone so hard or so many times that they felt unconscious. I am not sure I can do that. The guy beneath me uses my withering attention to his advantage and turns the tables. He pins me to the ground and I couldn't move beneath him. He puts a lot of pressure on my wrists. I pull my legs up, but they don't collide with his back.

This is just like my fight with Michael. Damn it! What can I do? I cannot get lose and I cannot attack him from any angle. I am done for and it's going to hurt. The guy pulls his fist up and I feel my eyes close, afraid for the threatening danger that I can't avoid. But he doesn't move and I feel something wet drop on my cheek. I open my eyes and see the guys face is covered in red paint. Someone from my team shot him? I am saved? Wow, talk about cutting it close!

I can tell the guy isn't happy, but he is able to lower his fist. He gets of me and sits down on the ground. He knows he lost. He and his friend are out and Eric probably took out the other two Dauntless born.

"I didn't figure you as the type that needed saving every hour," Eric says as he walks over to me. I get up and see he isn't covered in paint. Of course he isn't. I still feel relieved.

"We won," he says and I see Michael standing behind him, holding the green flag. We did it? We actually did it? We beat the Dauntless born at this game. That means all the transfer initiates get to stay and go on to the next stage of initiation. I feel like laughing and screaming and dancing, but I keep my cool and try to keep my voice even: "Yeah well what did you expect? I am awesome and can come up with the best plans."

Eric tries to control himself, but a small smile escapes his lips. He hangs his gun on his back and looks me in the eye: "Come here."

I am perplexed at his command and feel danger, so I naturally tense and keep my distance. I shake my head. Eric's smile gets bigger and he walks towards me. I feel like running, hard. But I am sure he can outrun me. I stand still and wait for the men to stand in front of me: "What are you…"

Flick!

A sudden sharp pain enters my forehead. That bastered flicked me, again? I feel like throwing myself at him and beat him senseless, but I restrain myself and decide that I will let him have this one. He did save me earlier and we didn't exactly make a bad team today. Well after the near death experience we managed to be able to work together. I guess we just need a little push or something.

Did I just really refer to a near death experience as a little push?