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This is kind of Erics POV even though its in the third person...

Without further ado...

Once Eric reached her, he could see she was trembling, this made him smile inside, a viscious smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

'What do you think you're doing!' he demanded watching as she looked anywhere but at him.

'Training.' she whispered.

'These rooms are off limits after hours,' he stated simply with a laugh, 'not that it would make much difference.'

Tris looked up, when she saw him smiling something broke. He doesn't think she can make it, and she knew that. She was adding Eric to the top of her long list and keeping her promises to be brave.

She locked onto his eyes, he raised an eyebrow.

'How do you expect people to get better if they don't practice!' she raised her voice looking quite fierce for someone of that small a stature.

Eric was suprised, not that he let on. Nobody ever stood up to him like that except Four. Was it a stiff thing? No, he saw a change in her. He saw the look of pure determination in her eyes.

'Well don't let me stop you then,' he smiled sadistically as he turned and left Tris, who was shaking with anger now, to work out.

He made his way to his meeting with Max thinking of what made her answer him back, something nobody had the courage to do, something that took immense bravery, stupidity but bravery at the same time.

He got to Max's office, knocked and walked in. Max was sat behind his desk speaking to somebody and was surprised when he walked over to see Jeannine Matthews.

What was she doing here he thought to himself.

Max turned to Eric and gestured with his hand 'Eric, I'd like you to meet Jeannine Matthews, erudite's leader.'

She turned to Eric and shook his hand. Having transferred from Erudite, he knew who she was but had never actually met her, she usually only spoke to Max.

'Eric, pleasure to meet you,' she said with a genuine smile.

'You too,' he said. 'What am I doing here, if you don't mind me jumping straight to the point.' He looked between Max and Jeannine, his erudite curiosity at the forefront of his brain.

'Well,' Max started off, 'we have a mission of sorts for you.'

'We need you to find divergents. We know you're overseeing initiation this year, and there's certain things you should look out for. Now, it won't be obvious until the second stage of initiation with the simulations, but there are a couple of people on our radar, but we will wait until your findings to act upon it,' Jeannine explained with a smile.

Eric thought about it and asked 'What do you need divergents for?' He had heard horror stories about divergents, even though he knew them to be untrue, as him and his mother were both divergent.

'We'll tell you that later on, its just crucial that you find them,' Max said.

Eric didn't know how he felt about that. Was it good? Was it bad? Then he thought why does it affect me?

'Okay then, how do I do it?'

He finally left Max's office a good hour later after being told all of the signs to look out for but he really couldn't get rid of his curiosity. What were these people going to be used for? An experiment? Were they going to be killed? The majority of people do think divergents are a threat.

He was still lost in his train of thought when he walked through the training room again. He stopped. Tris was still there, still working at the punching bag.

He watched her for a minute before he sighed and walked over.

She didn't even notice him enter, just like last time. He got close to her before he cleared his throat.

She stopped kicking the bag and whirled round, her fists at the ready.

'Woah there stiff, really think you're going to punch me?'

She lowered her hands and looked at the floor, expecting another telling off. There was a minute of silence and she looked up and locked eyes with him. She saw the black outline of his grey eyes and shuddered. This was a person who could literally break her in a second.

'You need to hold your feet further apart, and hold your arms like this,' he gestured.

She looked and copied him.

'Also, nearly everyone is bigger and heavier than you, you need to use their weight against them.'

At this she nodded and he turned to walk away.

'Why are you helping me?' She asked just as he got to the door.

Why was he helping her, surely she had no chance of completing initiation. What was he doing? He never helped anyone. Ever. What does he get out of this. And he couldn't answer it.

'You need all the help you can get! And whilst were here, I wouldn't go questioning someone who just gave you top advice, much less a leader of this faction! Okay stiff!' He snarled, the last bit a statement more than a question.

Tris just stood there confused and scared as he kicked the door open and bolted through it, slamming it as he went.

He was angry. nobody ever questions him or answers him back!

Who does this stiff think she is?! And why was he even helping her?!

He couldn't figure it out, and that made him more angry. That stiff was going to pay.