Long time no uploading xD You guys know how it is. College, college, life, college. I have had a bit of a hard time lately, but I am here now. Praying for Miracles is nearly finished. But I am sure that I will write loads more stories :)

The only thing on his mind was Tris. He knew he was going to die. He didn't care. Right now Tris wanted to hand herself in to Erudite leadership. It was an insane idea on her behalf. But if he knows Tris at all, then nothing can change her mind. His only chance of saving her is to physically hold her back.

Eric's boots are covered with dried mud. Or shit. It's hard to tell. What a journey they made with him. The drizzle of rain seeping in through the gaps between the iron bars made the filth on Eric's boots glisten. He watches it curiously, paying close attention to how his dried shoelaces twitch with every sharp blow of the wind.

His arm hairs hold tiny droplets of the drizzle. He has now become immune to the coldness of the cell. He doesn't wipe them away. What's the point?

He should have hung himself with these damn shoelaces before today. Today is his execution.

There is a shudder in the building. And a clanging of metal.

Eric furrows his eyebrows, snapping out of his depressing trance. Is it Tris? It's still early in the morning and she hasn't yet visited him.

A smile creeps onto his face. It's faint, but it's there.

He steps closer to the gate and twists his fingers around the metallic bars. It's dark and the only ray of sunshine managing to sneak in stays in a small corner of his cell. Plus it's raining. So it really isn't that bright.

There is a faint groan. And then a thud. And then the doors fly open. Tris.

She appears to be a bit off. There are bags under her eyes and her actual eyes are red. She looks like she hadn't slept in a week. Eric's eyes travel down to her arms. She is carrying something. It's a black and white Candor shirt.

"Hey, I got you," she whispers more to herself rather than him, "I got you." Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she looks around. Eric instantly recognizes that body language. It's adrenaline. She is powered by adrenaline.

"What are you doing?" He barely gets the chance to finish his sentence when she fires back her reply.

"We need to get out of here," Tris wrestles a massive bunch of keys from her pocket and proceeds to poking one into the keyhole after the other. Eric's eyes widen. How did she…? Where did she…?

His hands clench around the iron bars as his heartrate increases. She is not fucking around. She can get him out of here. She can actually get him out of here.

The depression and anxiety get replaced with hope in a heartbeat. His eyes scan over her shaky hands as she struggles to find the right key.

"Try that one," Eric point to a copper one, glaring slightly. She complies. It fits. And the lock clicks before the door creaks open.

Freedom.

He wastes no time. He makes his first step as Tris backs away. The atmosphere changes, but not a lot. It is still freezing and damp. The only difference is that neither of them can feel it anymore.

She smiles up at him, for a moment concealing her anxiety. That is when they hear a familiar voice.

"Bert, where you at, pal?" they turn their heads in unison to see Ernie limping into the room. He squints, appearing to be lost. There is a bloodstain on his wrist, seeping through his white shirt. His small eyes glance up at Eric, widening momentarily.

He knows his queue. Eric steps forward and wraps his enormous arm around Ernie. Before he can make a sound, his neck snaps like a piece of liquorice, and he falls to the floor.

Tris squeezes the Candor shirt close to her chest, looking away. Another death. She takes a moment to catch her breath. If she is going to get Eric out of this building, she needs to accept the fact that some people will die.

"You okay?" Eric asks, his voice a booming canon in the silence. She jumps slightly, changing the subject.

"I took care of the cameras," she sighs, "Just on this floor though. So when we start going down, you need to try and blend in."

He takes her shoulders in both his hands, squeezing, "I understand."

She shoves the garment at him, "Here."

Automatically, Eric grips his collar and pulls until his shirt is off. Carelessly, he tosses it onto the floor. Tris feels a rush of heat swim up to her face. It's exactly how she remembered it to be. His body. Toned and hard. Some scars here and there. Some black ink hugging his muscles.

He gets the Candor shirt on very quickly. Almost as if he doesn't want Tris to look. She averts her eyes when she notices how bad white looks on him. He was born to wear black.

A sharp poke against her lower back makes her shiver. She reaches around and pulls out a small handgun. It was the only weapon she could sneak in without arousing suspicion. Eric takes it and turns the safety off, looking down at her.

She widens her eyes as he glares. For a moment it looks like he is about to shoot her. But then she comes back to reality. He glares. It's natural. It's Eric.

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