Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

I'll jump ahead now, because honestly the next part was a bit boring. I distanced myself from her for a few days, deciding to go on a review of the troops throughout the city.

She was getting to me and whenever I saw her there was this weird pain in my chest. I was becoming hyper actively aware of her, of every part of her.

I began to notice the way her hair moved when she put particular force behind a kick. She was getting extremely good at shooting a gun and always interlocked her fingers on the handle.

It was pathetic how distracted I would get. Messing with Four wasn't even fun anymore. The stupid asshole was sulking and nursing his wounds.

The weekly update with Jeanine wasn't going anywhere. I hadn't made any progress with Tris. The physical training hadn't helped me find out if she was Divergent. I simply told her I'd have to wait until the mental training.

If she was divergent, that's when I'd find out. I had my suspicions, but there'd be no way to hide it in her head.

After I got back, I didn't see her that much. Only after I got back did I find out that four was to be Tris's tester.

I avoided the results, the first day of training. Choosing to give her some more time. I knew in my head that she was Divergent. It was extremely odd to have a result out in manually for a test.

It may have been my new sentiment towards her, but somehow I didn't buy Jeanine's whole Divergent witch hunt. Tris wasn't trying to take down the system. She was trying to survive.

Occupying myself, I got a new tattoo. This time on the right side of my left ankle. It was a Dauntless flame. I don't know why I hadn't gotten it before but I guess I'd just never felt like I belonged.

Dauntless was not my choice. Erudite was not my choice. My job was not my choice. My life was not my choice. And now I wanted to choose.

I guess that's what makes me so dangerous. I have been controlled and manipulated my whole life. Dogs are the most dangerous when they're in chains. Once they're let loose they're out for blood.

On my way back from the tattoo parlor, I saw some shadows moving in the pit and went to check it out. They were too quiet to not be up to something.

I was about to yell at them to see what they were doing when Four started out running. He collided with the shapes in the distance and that's when I saw a fourth shadow with that long hair pulled back into a ponytail.

I sprinted towards her before I even knew I was moving. Tris had to be alright. She had to be okay, she was strong. She was Tris.

While Four was busy fighting off her attackers, I grabbed her and started to take her to the infirmary. Nothing was broken but she was beaten up really bad. Her face was red because of her torn lips and a cut on her eyebrow. She'd have a decent black eye too.

I heard footsteps behind me and tensed for a fight.

"It's just me." Four said with an annoyance in his voice.

I turned to see him illuminated by the green lights on the walls. Of course that stupid bastard came away from a 3 on 1 fight unscathed.

"Give her to me." I almost laughed at his authoritative tone.

"Look I don't have time for this now Four. She's hurt." I began to step away, but he wasn't giving up.

"How do you think she'll feel about you when she finds out you're working for Jeanine?" I wish I could, recreate the face I made at him because I'm pretty sure my glare was so strong I almost shot lasers out of my eyes.

"How do you..." I began, approaching him.

"What does it matter? I know. And you working for Jeanine. Tsk tsk tsk. How do you think she'll react to that?"

"What're you saying?"

"You give up on Tris. Or I tell her and she gives up on you."

"I thought you were above blackmail."

"I thought you weren't a glorified police dog."

Oh how I wanted a knife. I could've just stabbed him and been done.

Tris stirred the slightest bit and uttered a single word. In a moment I handed her over to him. Turning my back on them. I didn't know what had happened while I was gone, but she had made her choice.

Hearing his name spill out of her unconscious mouth hurt me more than I ever could have expected.

Unconscious, injured, and vulnerable, she had called for him. She had muttered his name in her fucking sleep. I knew my place. I'm the villain.

The villain doesn't get the girl. The villain doesn't get to be happy. Well Four gets to be the hero, so I guess it's my turn to play the villain.

This was the moment I decided. I had been so happy. I had thought that maybe she would be the one to make changing worth it.

Four ruins everything. I couldn't be the best in training. I couldn't be the best liked or the most handsome. And I couldn't be the man for Tris. I vowed then and there that I would make Four pay for what he had taken from me. After all what better motivation is there than love and hate?

I got back to my apartment and picked up the phone.

"Jeanine. How quickly can we initiate the plan?"

"Eric? Do you have any idea what time it is? Wait what did you say?"

"How quickly can we initiate the plan?"

"Why the sudden necessity? The serum requires careful calculations. At earliest, we can be ready by the initiation."

"I'll have everything prepared."

"Did you find any Divergents? What about this Tris girl?"

It took me a moment to answer, "No. She's no divergent. She's just trying to get by. Any Divergents will show themselves when time comes."

"Well. I guess it will do. Goodbye Eric."

"Goodbye Jeanine."

When I hung up, I looked at my calendar that hung on my wall. Only 5 days until I could get rid of him forever.

Time for the villain to step forward.

This is meant to be a moment of kind of realization for Eric that he's the villain of his own story. I think from here on out it will be very interesting to see how it goes.