"Oh you never gave me a thank you," Eric yelled to me before I left the room.

"For what?" I turned to look at him, he was still sitting on the floor.

"The best make out session of your life," he smirked.

"mm, it was probably 3rd place, Four is much better," I smirked back

"You'll take that back," he stood up slowly after sitting in the same place for two hours.

"I don't have time to start this again, I'm hungry,"

"You could thank me for that too," he put his jacket on that he had lost about an hour ago.

"For me being hungry?" I felt my face distort in confusion.

"Well for that too," I hated his smirk, "But for more than meat dinner,"

I felt my eyebrow raise, "I don't even want to know what you had to do to get that done,"

"You really don't," he tried to make it a joke, but he was the only one that's laughing.

"That's real cute," I could have puked thinking about it.

"Oh here we go, storm off again," he looked at me like I was a five, there was that anger again.

"You don't get to do that Eric, I'm not some slut that's going to make out with you at parties, or in some closet," I pointed at the room we were in. "And I'm the one that has to put up with your shit,"

He looked flabbergasted, like I had just shown him light for the first time and he didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

"I'm using Sara, not you," Did he think that would fit anything?

"Oh well let me thank you Eric," I spewed at him sarcastically.

"Don't do this," he did the thing.

"Don't do what? Tell you how I feel?"

"Why are we doing this? Why do I even give a fuck?" He pulled his fist back and hit the rock wall, a familiar crack of fingers filled the room.

"Well I don't give one anymore," I turned to leave.

"Don't," his bloody hand reached out and grabbed mine, I could feel myself shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was anger or silent tears anymore.

His eyes looked so serious.

"What are we doing Eric?" I questioned out loud after asking myself a million time.

"I won't see Sara anymore," he acted like it was a promise.

"Oh good, so she can really kill me,"


Eric seemed to be true to his word the next day, he began eating at the leaders table, while Sara stared bullets at me, from the table behind Ali. Had he said something to her? We still hadn't got anywhere, so we liked to kiss each other, and bicker, but our real fights were lethal; we were like a tornado and a hurricane bouncing off each other, given the chance we could cause destruction for anything around us. That should probably be the first warning that we would never work, but I couldn't help the smirk I sent in Ali's direction with my all knowing eyes.

"New member's of Dauntless, stay after breakfast." Max spoke loud enough for the whole dining hall to hear, even though all the people he was talking to all sat at the same table.

"Do you think he's finally assigning us jobs?" Becky's eyes lit up.

"Do they just tell us what we are going to do? Or do we just get a choice?"

"I'm not sure, I've never asked," Becky shrugged. I guess we'd find out.

After the final few people left the room Max, Four and Eric made there way over to the table, I noticed Eric's scarred up hands and the way he swayed like he could fall asleep at any moment.

"We really want you to take the job placement serious, you are here for life." Max looked so serious when he spoke, "We are giving you one more chance to try out what you ranked in to do,"

Max went through us one by one, giving us two choices of things to try.

"Lana since you were second, you could either go out to the fence and learn how to run it, or you could learn security stuff for the control room, remember tomorrow you will have to make your choice for good." I knew what I'd pick before I heard the second choice.

"Fence,"


"MY BABY!" John yelled once I jumped off the train. I felt his contagious smile spread on my face, everything about John made me happy, he was my female Ali. "You made it, you're Dauntless,"

"Why did everyone doubt that I would?"

"I didn't, not for a minute honey," he held my hand as we went up to his office in the fence. "So what have you been up to?" I almost choked on my words as I told him everything that happened over the last few days, my grandparents, my fear sims, Sara starving me, and everything between Eric and I.

John would add comments to my story while I told them.

"Why didn't you ask Tori for some food?" he asked when he learned about me being starved. "He went into your sims with you?" I nodded in reply finishing on with my story.

"The shorts didn't sound that bad," I even told him about how strange Eric was walking this morning. "If he pissed her off then he probably didn't have anything to drink,"

Once I finished everything he leaned back in his seat like he was thinking.

"Soo, where does that leave you two? If he told her what's what,"

"That's the million dollar question, I don't even know how I feel about him besides annoyed."

"I'm annoyed by Tori all the time, but that's what keeps me coming back, the unknown."

"Well just because he says he's done with Sara doesn't mean he's not going to find a different girl," he twisted his mouth up.

"Eric usually doesn't say things he doesn't mean, he's honest because he doesn't care whose feelings he hurts, so if he's putting any effort into whatever you two are doing, he means it,"

"What about Sara, she believes they are together, he must have allowed her to believe it,"

"I've been around since before Sara, she's always known he used her for alcohol, but she is like all the others, she thinks she's going to tame the beast, fixed him and he'll be the perfect guy because she trained him that way, she's not like you,"

I took a moment to process what he'd said, I wouldn't change a hair on his head, except for her.

"How do you know I'm any different?" I questioned him.

"Because, if it's at all possible, you are even more messed up than him," he smiled at me.

He was right, my favorite traits of Eric were his less desirable ones. I liked the way he fought with me, and how he was always in competition with Four, or how he anything he did he put all he had into it, I even found it humorous how much he drank.

"So what do you do out here for three weeks?" I hadn't even seen him lift a paper.

"Well my lady, allow me to show you,"


I still felt upset when I got back to the compound after leaving John, but I was glad to get some things sorted out in my head.

"There she is," a hand wrapped around my mouth as someone picked me up off the ground, Sara came into my sight but a hand remained over my mouth, someone strong.

"Well if it isn't the new Dauntless slut, just get back from wrecking someone else's life?"

I fought against the hand to reply.

"But you will be just a memory in his life once you go missing," she cryptically spoke, as whoever had me carried me along behind her down the hall.

We reached the bright kitchen as the swinging doors hit the bottom of my feet.

"You should of stayed worried about not eating meat and minded your own business and kept away from Eric," I tried my hardest to look around, my screams against the hand over my mouth didn't go anywhere. I caught a reflection of myself in the bottom of a pan, and who was carrying me.

Alex?

"I've had this plan to cook you since Britney told me about it, but I never had the help I needed. But I wasn't the only one you have burned here," she walked behind me, "Isn't that right Alex," I could see in the pan that she rubbed his chest like she did Eric's, " I saw Alex after you beat him to a pulp, I saw that look in his eye when you ranked higher than him, I knew he would help me, Isn't that right baby?" I felt him nod.

"Now you're going to fry bitch," she walked over to a large metal box, turning a switch. The sound of something sharp hitting against something else made me scream louder, "But first I've got to cut you up into smaller pieces." the fight I had doubled to get out of Alex's grasp, I would have done anything to get away. The machine got louder as we moved closer, tears streamed down my face, I felt helpless as I fought against Alex's grasp. I couldn't give up, I wouldn't. I tried to bite Alex's hand but he remained unfazed.

Alex picked me up higher, I was hanging over the edge of the machine, as Sara laughed. I could now see the two sharp blades turning into each other, small sparks flew from the metal pieces clanged.

"Put her down!" Relief flew though my body, I had never been happier to hear his voice, "Turn the machine off and put her the fuck down," Alex instantly dropped me as I screamed, my hand grabbed the end of the machine, but I cried harder in relied as my knees hit the tiled ground and not two sharp blades.

"You two come with me," I heard Max speaking to them as the machine turned off. I turned my back to the machine resting against it trying to breathe through the tears, by the door stood Max, Eric, and Sara's big friend.

The three of them followed Max out as Eric moved closer.

"Are you okay?" he leaned down in front of me. I didn't say anything.

"Please tell me you're okay, I came as fast as I could," he pushed my hair out of my face. I was in shock I didn't think I could speak.

Eric soon lifted me off the ground, and held me like a baby in his arms, I didn't have what it took to ask him where we were going, tears were still running down my face. I had almost died.

Eric carried me up flights of stairs until we were outside his door, he didn't put me down as he opened it and walked past his little living room.

He laid me down on the left side of his unmade bed leaning down to take my shoes off, he didn't' say anything either as he pulled the blankets over me.

He took his shirt off and joined me on the other side of the bed, pulling me close.

"I've got you, I'm never going to let anything bad happen to you again, I promise," he whispered to me before kissing my forehead. He kept his lips to my forehead, only removing it to whisper that he had me until we both fell asleep.


AN: Why is everyone trying to kill Lana? I fear I'm truly warped.