I always had the intention of writing a oneshot in Eric's POV; he's a interesting character. Why did he become so evil? Why did he stay loyal to his ex faction, although he was the one who emphasized "faction before blood" the most? This is a POV of when Eric watched Tobias and Tris under the simulation, before they revealed they weren't under the simulation.
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"This is insane," I say, watching the mindless, blank soldiers march past us. I feel a grin growing on my face. I see Tris and Four turn into view, and my grin grows wider. The 'legendary Four', the person who pained my time at Dauntless the most. I poke Tris's cheek, and I smirk. No one's going to remember them now.
"They really can't see us? Or hear us?" Rana asks, a senior leader for Dauntless. She's one of my superiors, but she has treated me with respect after I helped Dauntless unite with Erudite. She tilts her head.
"Oh, they can see and hear. They just aren't processing what they see and hear the same way. They receive commands from our computers in the transmitters we injected them with and carry them out seamlessly." I feel my satisfied smirk grow as I show Rana the injection sight where we injected them all earlier. Those fools. They had no idea they were simulations, not tracking devices.
I shift over to Four. The person who ranked above me, a Stiff, who outranked me, and made Dauntless history by only having four fears, over ten below average, and six below the lowest a person has ever gotten. My smile disappears. Even though he proved he wasn't Divergent after I ratted him and our disgusting instructor to Erudite, he still managed to rank above. By what means, I have no idea. But no one is ever going to remember that now.
"Now, this is a happy sight," I say, tilting my head. "The legendary Four. No one's going to remember that I came in second now, are they? No one's going to ask me, 'What was it like to train with the guy who has only four fears?'" I wrinkle my nose with disgust. Awful, awful, awful, dealing with those stupid, damn questions after initiation. I will never have to deal with that now, if he doesn't exist. I draw my gun slowly, taking my time, and press the cold barrel to his right temple.
"Think anyone would notice if he accidentally got shot?" I ask, smiling.
"Go ahead," Rana says, bored. My smile widens, and I click the bullet into the chamber
"He's nothing now." she adds.
"Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four." I say quietly, but he cann't hear me anyway. He's under the simulation.
"Well, too bad for you, anyway," I add, remembering Max's offers.
I wrinkle my nose with disgust again. If he had taken Max's offer, we wouldn't be where we're standing now. Maybe it would be him holding a gun at my head instead, telling me the exact same things. In another world, our roles would be reversed. But in this role, they're not. And I am the one with the gun to his head.
Suddenly I feel a gun pressed into my temple and my jaw goes slack. Tris glares at me with fire and fury and anger and energy. Her fingers moves to the trigger, and the bullet is in the chamber. "Get your gun away from his head." she says calmly. She is Divergent. Of course she is. I feel my body go slack with shock at the realization. I have to give her the credit, she is a wonderful actress.
I remember the night the rankings were announced, and Tris and Four kissing. Of course they're emotionally attached to each other. No wonder she is Divergent. She is just like him, a cheater and a liar.
"You won't shoot me." I reply calmly. She can't shoot me. She's logical, which is what I've discovered while monitoring her initiation. She's too curious as to what I know to shoot me. I don't let my emotion show as I press the gun closer to Four's head. I see her grit her teeth.
"Interesting theory." she says.
In a speed of light the gun is pointed at my foot and the bullet fires. I scream. It burns and it is like a pain and I grab my foot.
In that instant, Four grabs his gun and shoot Rana in the leg. How is he not asleep? He's not Divergent, he is not Divergent, he is not Divergent...
Of course he's Divergent.
Of course he faked the simulation, even though I ratted him out to Erudite. I wish they had annihilated him like they annihilated Amar.
They quickly take off to an alleyway and they don't look back. I watch their retreating backs as they run and run and run.
I grit my teeth. "Get them you fools," I shout, and instantly there are soldiers chasing them, firing their guns. I hear Tris's scream and I smile through the pain. Good. If I hurt her, I hurt Four.
I follow them to where they are surrounded, and Tris on the ground, and Four is crouched beside her. He helps her up and I frown with disgust at their love. They are surrounded and every soldier points a gun at their heads.
"Divergent rebels," I say through the pain, having trouble seeing. "Surrender your weapons."
I watch as they each drop their guns, and I know. In this moment, I have won. And that's all I need as me and Four lock eyes.
I have won. But this is not the end.