A/N - Here's Part 13, enjoy...and the ball starts 'a' rolling...
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I'm sorry for my absence. There has been a death of someone close to me in early February and so I haven't really felt like doing much writing as I'm sure you can understand. That on top of the stress and revision coming from A-Levels has taken up a lot of my time.
Please comment your thoughts, it would mean a lot as I have been battling writers block all the way through this chapter but have persevered for you loyal readers...
Hopefully I was triumphant....
{.....ERIC'S POV.....}
Putting my plan into swift action, I quickly make my way towards the initiates training facilities; that evil smirk still visibly apparent behind the piercings on my face...joined now by a devilish glint swimming through my gleaming eyes.
"Oi, Four" I shout, popping my head round the door of the training centre where he, at this moment in time, is busy teaching the initiates some new fighting techniques. Not as well as I would mind, however I was 'somewhat' occupied this morning. He whips around quickly when he hears the tone in which I am addressing him...firm and serious.
"Yeah?" he answers a little breathless, his eyes ablaze with curiosity.
"I want you" I grunt whilst rolling my eyes in annoyance.
"Just gimmie a sec" he says, turning back round to the twelve eager eyes who were obviously wondering what the hell was going on. "I just gotta finish showing them stance 5".
He began to do this without waiting for my answer. This angered me.
"No. Now. This is important!"
He raises his eyebrows slowly and takes a deep intake of breath, before then, rather reluctantly, starts heading my way. All the while he tries hard to hide his now 'displeased' mood with a thin lipped smile as he gets closer.
"Everyone go over stance 4 again" he snaps over his shoulder before closing the door carefully behind him and stepping out into the cool cave-like corridor. Stood there threateningly, his arms folded across his chest and muscles bulging tightly out of his thin black shirt, he glares at me intently; willing me with his eyes to 'get on' with whatever I have dragged him out here for.
I was right...this is going to be fun.
I smirk with a satanic giddiness at how fantastically well my plan of getting rid of him is going. Although this new idea has caused some minor set-backs as it's not a permanent solution; on the other hand, it gives me enough time to plant the seed of doubt in Tris's mind to then soon set the ball rolling for good.
"I assume you're wondering what I've called you out for" I speak, sarcasm expertly dripping from my tongue with each word that rolls off.
"No shit" he mumbles his voice gruff with exhaustion. No wonder, what with last night's 'secret' midnight expedition.
"Now, now" I tease with a chuckle. "You should respect your elders".
"We're the same age you twat" he snaps.
"Fine then, those of a higher status than you"
My temper begins to simmer.
"Yeah, well; we both know the real and only reason that you were given this job don't we Eric...?" he moves closer to me in an intimidating manner. "...because I refused". He puts emphasis on the 'I' as he uses his index finger to jab himself in the chest, actually quite hard.
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