Disclaimer - I Don't own Divergent, it's characters and I do not get any money for this fanfiction.
Welcome back to another exciting episode are we ready for some target practice?... but who/what is the target?
Read and find out.
TRIGGER WARNING!
People getting shot repeatedly with something similar to rubber bullets and Sadistic elements. Please read with caution.
A summary of the events will be placed at the start of the next chapter.
Tris began her morning routine an hour later than usual, thanks to the previous night's activities. Knocking on the kitchen door, Terry stepped out. His grumpy face pulling into a smile at the sight of her.
"Good morning Terry." She greeted him with a warm smile. "How are you today?"
"Mornin Tris, Ima gewd." He nodded handing her a breakfast wrap. "Did ya 'ave fun last night?" He asked.
"I did, my team won." She grinned, taking a bite of the wrap.
"I ear ya did gewd, evan climin ta the top of that there ferris wheel." She nodded. "Well ya stay safe taday ya ear me and give em' hell." He grinned lopsidedly before closing the door.
Tris munched on the rest of her wrap as she walked to the armory, instead of the pit. She seriously needed more practice with firearms if she had any hope of keeping up with the others.
Walking in, she was greeted by a rough looking woman covered in tattoos and piercings, sitting behind the counter reading a book. She barely acknowledged Tris' existence as Tris walked up to the counter.
Standing awkwardly Tris asked, "Can I get a gun please?"
The woman glanced over her book at Tris and rolled her eyes, "Until you're a member, no." She answered flatly.
"But I need to practice."
"That's not my problem."
"Please. Isn't there any way at all I can get one out?" Tris pleaded.
"Look kid, what part of No don't you…." She paused after finally taking in a good look at Tris, her eyes catching the band on her arm, "Are you Tris?" She questioned.
She was about to answer 'Yes' when she heard the last voice she wanted to hear this early in the morning behind her, "Is there a problem?"
"No sir." The woman answered, suddenly standing up straight and at attention, her book falling to the counter forgotten, "I was just informing Tris that she needed an instructor to check out a gun."
Eric finally came into view and smirked at Tris in a way that promised something she wouldn't like, "If she wants a gun then I'll be her instructor." He said as he continued that creepy grin while looking down at her, "And we can go have plenty of fun learning how to properly shoot it." His grin turned into something more sinister.
He was probably still sore over the previous night's defeat and wanted to take it out on her.
Eric walked up to the counter and leaned against it. "Get me two Brownings and 1000 Lampoon rounds," Eric paused "And 100 live rounds."
As the woman disappeared Tris looked at Eric questionably.
"The eggheads over at Erudite developed them for Dauntless training, they're non-lethal but still pack a punch that you'll feel for the next few days." Eric grinned evilly.
All too soon the armourer returned with a box containing the two handguns and several boxes of ammo.
Eric signed a book and collected the box, before turning to Tris with his normal arrogant smile. "Shall we go?"
Tris followed Eric hesitantly to the training hall where he set the box down on a small table in front of the firing range. He disassembled one of the guns and stepped away.
"Show me how to assemble a gun."
Tris walked over to the table and fumbled putting the gun back together; it's slightly larger than the Glock's they've been working with and definitely heavier.
"Not good enough. Do it again." Eric grunted, arms crossed over his broad chest.
Tris spent the next half hour reassembling, loading then disassembling the gun until Eric was satisfied with her speed.
"Enough, take aim at the target and practice." He commanded as he paced behind her.
Tris took aim at the target, feeling the weight of the gun in her hand and squeezed the trigger firing the gun. She missed completely and is barely able to contain the recoil of the more powerful weapon and flinching at the loader sound.
"What the hell was that!" He yelled.
She fired again and the same thing happened.
"Are you even looking at the target?"
Tris tried again and again, and still completely missed, each bullet hitting somewhere unknown.
"Hn, Your stance is shit for this gun and your grip on it is wrong." He grunted.
Eric walked over to her and used his foot to kick Tris' legs further apart. Then his hand was on her back and stomach straightening her up. Unlike with Four, Tris felt nothing as Eric touched her so casually. Lastly he wrapped his arms around her from behind and adjusted her grip.
"Now," He whispered right next to Tris' ear, taking a deep breath in as his nose brushed against her, "Close one eye, sight down the barrel, breathe in slowly and on the exhale, pull the trigger." His voice was gentler than she'd ever heard it, each step containing a small pause.
Slowly he pulled away from her.
"Again!" He yelled, making her jump.
Tris did as he said, she closed one eye, sighted down the barrel and on her next exhale she pulled the trigger. The gun went off with a bang and still she flinched away from the sound.
Looking at the target she could see a small hole in the outer ring. Turning to Eric she smiled. He smirked back at her then her smile dropped. She watched his contort into something more wicked, as if he'd just come up with a brilliant idea she was not going to like.
"It would seem you're more afraid of the sounds than the act." He bent down to her height. "You, stand over there." He pointed to the end of the range as he turned and started to load the second gun.
"What?!" Tris stared at him, eyes wide and confusion.
"You," He pointed at her, "Over there." He pointed to the end of the range. "I don't know how much simpler I can make it."
Gulping Tris walked slowly over to the closest target and stood against it, looking back at Eric as he finished loading the gun. He looked down the barrel at her with one eye closed. "For every time you flinch after I shoot the target around you, I will shoot you."
Her mouth dropped open, as she glared at him in disbelief.
His smirk grew as he fired the first shot right next to the left side of her head. She instantly flinched away from it and his smirk grew into an evil grin before he shot her in the stomach. Tris doubled over in pain bringing her hands to her stomach while screaming at him "YOU SHOT ME!" She brought one of her hands away to find no blood. Looking up at him she glared.
"I told you I would, now stand up straight Stiff or I'll shoot you again." He grinned, relishing in her pain. Slowly she stood up against the target again, but not before he let off another round on the other side of her head. Tris flinched away from it again, not expecting it so soon and without hesitation he shot her again, this time in the upper thigh. Dropping to her knee in pain, she continued to glare up at him.
They continued like this for what seemed like forever, alternating between Tris shooting the targets and Tris becoming the target, until a point came where she no longer flinched from the sound or even the pain.
By the end Eric was grinning ear to ear and Tris could feel the ache of all the bruises covering her body.
"I don't know about you but I feel great, very relaxed." He smiled as he nodded and loaded his gun yet again. "Now Tris, since I've helped you, I was hoping you would help me with something."
"Helped? HELPED? How have you helped me?" Tris yelled at him as she walked over to him, poking him in the chest. "Not only am I covered in bruises and my body feeling like an aching mass but I have also missed breakfast!"
"Allow me to recap our wonderful morning together for you, not only did I take time out of my morning, but I taught you how to assemble a gun properly, how to shoot it with accuracy and if I'm not mistaken, you no longer flinch at the sound of a gun or flinch in fear of the possibility of pain." He said arrogantly with crossed arms.
Tris sighed in defeat; as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. "Fine, what do you need help with?" She grumbled as she too crossed her arms.
"Perfect." Out of nowhere he pulled out a set of handcuffs and a long strip of cloth. "You're going to help me with a little demonstration."
She stared wide eyed at the items in his hands and started to back away shaking her head.
"Now now, Tris, you promised." He grinned. "You wouldn't be the type to back out of a promise would you?"
Great, he was using her Abnegation traits against her.
Eric turned Tris around and cuffed her hands behind her back, before guiding her with a hand on the small of her back over to the end of the firing range again, where he pushed her down to her knees and tied the cloth securely over her eyes.
"Now, I'm going to be teaching everyone today about loyalty and you're going to help me understand?"
Tris slowly nodded.
"Good." He replied. "Think of it this way, this will also help you learn to see your surroundings without your eyes." He touched her shoulder then she heard his steps fade and the door close.
Left in silence she scolded herself. It was becoming a running thing that she was getting herself into these sorts of situations.
A few minutes passed and Tris finally heard the door open again and only one set of footsteps walked in and towards her. They sound like Eric's. "Chin up Tris." Eric's voice confirmed, she hated how he was right again about learning to see her surroundings without actually seeing them.
Tris brought her chin up higher and straightened her aching back. Then she heard the sound of something being picked up along the way, then the familiar click of a gun loading against her head. Tris took a calming breath, then the door flew open again and a stream of footsteps and voices flooded into the room all happy and cheerful.
There's a loud scream, someone screaming out Tris' name that cuts over the chatter making everyone descend into silence. It sounded like Christina.
Tris heard Eric's voice cut over the silence, the gun unwavering as it stayed against her head, "Now class, today I've asked the Dauntless born to join us because you'll all be learning a lesson in 'Loyalty'." He paused and started to pace in front of Tris, "In the future someone may ask you to do something you don't want to do, but you need to trust that person and know that what you have been asked to do is for the good of Dauntless."
Tris heard the rustle of clothes, like Eric had moved slightly or rearranged something.
"Now who's going to go first?"
"What are we going to be doing?"
A careful voice asked, Tris thinks it's Al.
"I have a gun in my hand and there is someone in the execution position, what do you think?"
"I will." Came an arrogant and mocking voice. Tris doesn't need to see the person to know the voice belonged to Peter.
Tris listened as his footsteps drew closer and Eric's walk away from her. He stopped at what she guessed was the shooting line and she assumed Eric had handed him the gun.
"I want you to shoot next to Tris' head." He said loudly. It sounded like Peter was about to protest when she heard Eric growl, "Otherwise, should you hit her, you will take her place."
So what did you all think?
Next chapter will be up next week! Comments, favourites and follows always welcome!
Spoilers Sweety -
On the next episode of Alternate Divergance - Will Peter listen and shoot next to Tris or will he shoot her instead? What will Eric do next? We all know how sadistic he is... and how will he react to what happens?
Stay tuned!