This chapter is Eric's POV. I've decided to write short chapters as it'll be quicker for an update :) Thank you to those that have favourited and those that have followed, it means a lot to me.

Chapter IIII

Eric woke up and groaned. Did I really need that last drink? He was going to kill Ryan later he grumbled. Eric had only agreed to a few drinks and Ryan had managed to twist his arm and he stayed out later then he planned. Also, he hated today, initiation. He really couldn't be bothered dealing with the transfers, he had more important things to be doing. Eric looked at his clock and saw he had a few hours before he had to go onto the roof. He got up and popped some painkillers, downed with the leftover whiskey that was next to the bed. God, I feel like death he thought. It had been a while since he had that much to drink. Eric walked into the bathroom, black shiny tiles surrounded the walls and floors, with a white sink, toilet and a walk-in shower. Eric turned on the water and took off last night's clothes. The bathroom started to steam up and he stepped in and quickly showered himself off. He really couldn't be bothered going to the mess room for breakfast, but remembered he didn't have anything in and groaned to himself. Today was going just fucking great. He turned off the shower, dried himself off and grabbed his black combat trousers from his wardrobe, a black vest and his black leader's jacket. Eric looked in the mirror, gelled his curly hair back and left his apartment.

Eric had a scowl on his face while walking to the mess hall, his grey eyes, cold as ice. He could see people moving out of his way and avoiding eye contact. He rounded the corner and he saw a man, his age with bright blue hair, snake bites and tattoos covering his arms.
"Good morning sweetie." Ryan laughed.
"Fuck off." Eric grumbled.
"What's wrong? Did someone have too much to drink last night?" Ryan teased. Eric glared and walked past. "Ooo someone is more grumpy than normal, I never thought it possible?"
"How the fuck are you so wide awake?"
"Easy, I haven't slept, nor have I stopped drinking." Eric shook his head. Ryan would be the death of him. "I wonder how many initiates we'll have this year."
"I really don't care Ryan. I'm hungry, my head hurts and I just want some peace."
"Okay, fine. Let's get some breakfast."
"You sure you don't have work today?"
"Nope, day off. Remember you gave it to me." Ryan was Eric's assistant and best friend, both transferred from Erudite.
Eric cut in front of the line and no one said a word. He grabbed food to eat and the chef had already brewed Eric a cup of special coffee, he wouldn't dare give Eric the normal stuff. The men sat down and ate in silence. Four had walked in and Eric glared at him.
"You seriously still upset that Four beat you, and came first?"
"He cheated. A fucking cheap shot." Eric grumbled. He had finished eating and looked at Ryan. "I suggest you get some sleep, I'm hitting the gym for a bit, before I can't do anything but babysit initiates." Eric got up and walked out.

Eric was standing on the edge of the roof to greet the initiates. He felt better than he had in the morning, had showered again before getting dressed in black trousers, another black vest and a hoodie without sleeves, showing off his tattoos and muscular arms. There was a cool breeze, and the sky was overcast. Eric wasn't a fan of the sun so this weather suited him perfectly. He could hear the train approaching and stood straight, arms behind his back, chest puffed out. Eric looked intimating. He watched as each the initiates jumped out the train, his eye catching on the man in grey. He studied him whole he was getting up. The man had shaved black hair and striking deep blue eyes, and a handsome smile. He noticed the scar across one eye and was curious to how he got it. Eric was surprised to see the man there, he remembered him from the aptitude test and he smiled to himself, the man was handsome.

It was the first day of initiation and Eric had watched the new initiates, and no one really caught his eye. It was only at the end when Four wanted to speak to Jamie that he took any notice of him. He had stepped out and stayed by the door listening to the conversation, curious to what Four had to say to the stiff. When he confronted Jamie about it and that Jamie was Four's brother, he knew his time for revenge was here. He was going to use Jamie and turn him against Four for good, that was the plan at the beginning anyway.

Eric woke up the next day, clear headed and went straight to the training room to do some weights. He would go to the gym however he preferred the training room as it was quiet. He was surprised to see someone in there and it clicked it was Jamie. This kid was smart. He knew he was the weakest yet knew he had to put work in. Someone that wanted to succeed in Dauntless. Eric made him the offer to help train to get back at Four.

It must've been the second week when they were training together, when Eric felt a slight spark. Jamie had worked so hard, and did everything Eric had asked him to. Considering he never shot a gun before he was a natural, something that would come in handy when it came to initiates looking for work. There was a secret war going on between Dauntless and the Factionless and the plan was to form a secret group to tackle the problem. Only the best shooters would be considered, it was Max's plan. Maybe it was watching Jamie with a gun, or watching how well he threw the knives when Eric knew that he had started to like Jamie. When he told him about Marcus, he could feel himself getting angry. Eric always had a funny feeling when with Marcus and now he knew why. The kid had gone through so much and yet he still came out fighting. A true Dauntless. He could say he had a soft spot for Jamie, and found him attractive. There were a few instances when Eric was pleasuring himself that he thought of Jamie, however Eric knew that nothing could happen yet, if at all.