I am such a terrible person! It's been like three months since I last updated. So I'm very sorry about that. School has just been so stressful, but it's getting better so I'm back, at least for now.

This chapter is dedicated to EchoFallsFromGrace for writing a great Rizzoli and Isles/ Game of Thrones crossover. If you guys like those, go check it out.

Disclaimer: Never have I ever owned Divergent.

-Two years earlier-

ERIC POV

As I prepare to pack my stuff up for when the bell rings, I hear an announcement going through the loudspeakers. A crackly voice that I recognize as the school secretary's blares into the bleak classroom.

"Attention, attention, everyone. Our annual school Olympics will be taking place in two weeks' time on the football field. Sign-ups are to be made at the administration's office. Questions may be asked to your homeroom teacher. Thank you, and let the Games begin!"

The speaker crackles off, and the formerly silent classroom starts to murmur about the Games, like someone slowly turning up the volume on a T.V.. Since we're all freshman, this is news to all of us. We've all heard of the legendary games of course, but no one outside of the school is allowed to attend. Many stories have been told, but no one knows if they're true or not.

Soon enough the teacher is yelling at us to quiet down, just in time for us to hear the bell ring. I run out of the classroom, and find I am only fourth in line for the sign-up sheet. Everyone in the line is wearing black, like me, since Amity aren't exactly known for their love of trying to run as fast as humanly possible.

The line is taking an abnormal amount of time to move along, so I decide to check out the competition. The first two I know to be freshman, though the third I've never seen. He wears grey Converse, which is unusual since usually people wear exclusively black. He's scrawny enough, and his eyes dart back and forth, analyzing everything. I would call him Erudite, but it's more as if he's scared of being noticed, and the grey tells me otherwise.

When it's my turn, I realize the boy before me simply wrote the number four as his name. At first I think he must be mentally retarded, but then I think of the look he was giving everyone and I know that he's hiding something.

Something I intend to find out.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of intensive training, of giving everything I have, of putting my very soul into these Games.

Two weeks of training to be the first freshman to ever win the Games.

Fourteen days.

Three hundred and forty-three hours.

Twenty thousand one hundred and sixty minutes.

One million two hundred and nine thousand six hundred seconds.

Two weeks, for three minutes of racing.

The three minutes that decided whether I could compete or not.

The three minutes that allowed me the chance to win an unimaginable honor.

The three minutes that decided my fate.

All ruined by one track, one grey shoe, one boy and one pair of dark blue eyes. My chances. Ruined.

That is the day I decided to ruin the life of everyone's dearest little Four.

- Present day -

That little girl hangs around Four too often. She must not know that he is toxic, that he is poisonous, that he is the poison of mankind, God's big fuck you to humanity.

She must not know. She must not know that he is a ticking time bomb, and that I am only too eager to set the alarm even earlier. She must know that with actions come consequences, yet she stays with that boy.

Though.

Though one day, I see them no longer talking. I see his absence from school, I see the dark, pronounced circles under her eyes.

What I failed to realize was that I was not the only one who set a bomb. Hers, however, is a mere firecracker compared to the one I have set, have planned, have thought about.

Because this girl is- was. His treasure. His crown. And since he took my crown, then I'm going to take his.

Have you guys seen Frozen? So good! It was better in French, I think, but that's me. Catching Fire was epic, and Allegiant was stupid. Fricking ending. Fault in Our Stars comes out soon!

If you guys think my writing has changed in a good or bad way, feel free to tell me. Please. Go on.

I really like writing as Eric, because he's such a dark character. It's like unleashing the inner psychopath in oneself.

Je vous aime tous!

Bisous!

~Natacha