The Broken Divergent Eric Coulter x Reader

Training

(I know this is a different dialogue than the movie)

Y/n's Pov

     I sat down at the dinner table with Christina and Beatrice, or should I say, Tris. On the table were burgers, I pick one up and start to eat it as Tobias, or as he calls himself Four sat at the edge of our table.

     "In Abnegation we never ate meat, since they found it wrong," a boy named Will said, he seemed pretty nice.

      "Oh well in Candor we ate meat normally, but we had fruit and veggies too." Christina adds

     "Yeah same for Amity-" Tris tries to say just to be cut off.

     "Stop with the talk about the other factions, your Dauntless now, the past doesn't matter." He says taking a swig from his drink and continuing his meal.

     "Were you a transfer or were you Dauntless born?" Tris asked him, I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to ignore that question.

     "Doesn't really matter now does it?" He sneered at her, causing her to scoff at him.

     "Don't need to be so rude.." Christina whispers to our group, earning a nod. Tris was looking at Four but then looked back at her food and ate.

     I finished eating and took my tray and threw it into the trash, I decided against going back to the table and decided to just head to the dorms. Since everyone was at dinner I decided to shower, since I didn't want anyone to look while I shower. But since there are no individual showers that are not very likely.

     Once I finish I change into some comfier clothes and lay on my bed. It was more like a cot, not soft at all and the blankets were almost like plastic. I groan knowing that sleeping and living here were gonna be hell but I'd have to get used to it. I toss and turn a bit but then I finally got comfortable and fell asleep.

Time Skip

     I woke up earlier than anyone else, I got dressed then jogged to the pit. Since I was bored I walked up to one of the many punching bags. Then images of my father flashed through my mind, I punch the bag. Another image of him beating me flashes through my brain and I punch the bag ever harder, this kept on happening over and over and over again. Soon enough all the initiates woke up and showed up at the pit with Eric and Four. Everyone was shocked to see me already here. I make the punching bag come to a halt then jog over to where they were and stand next to Tris, Christina, and Will.

     "Well guess one of the Stiffs already started on training, now it's time to train," Eric said. We split into two groups, some went with Four and the rest stayed with Eric to train. I stayed with Eric since I didn't want Four to try to talk to me.

     "Alright, we are going to be learning how to punch since some of you guys don't know how to. Or you don't know how to effectively punch. Now all of you stand in front of the bag and try to punch, I'll be watching and will correct your form, power, and accuracy. I want you to hit right in the middle of the punching bag." Eric says me and Will did as he said, it was just me and him in our friend group since Tris and Christina went in the group with Four to learn how to shoot and aim.

     I stand in front of the bag and start to let all of my anger out on it repeatedly and aggressively. After 30 or so hits I heard a snapping noise and the punching bag broke off its hinges and broke. It hit the ground with a loud clank. Everyone's eyes were on me in shock and confusion. Eric looks at me in pure shock then he nods in approval.

     "Stong form Stiff, move to a different bag and try not to get too angry at this one and break it, we only have so many punching bags," he says trying to hide how impressed he was. I blush and move to a different bag and start hitting it, this time not as aggressive as before.

     After a few hours Four and his group show up, Four and Eric were going to switch groups. Eric with the ones Four just had to learn to punch and my group would go with Four.

     "Okay the people who were just with Eric come with me_" Four started but Eric cut him off.

     "Actually I'm going to teach the group to shoot, I want to make sure Stiff doesn't shoot her eye out," Eric says looking at me and winking. I would have talked back to Eric but after I saw the look on Four's face and I didn't because it was priceless. Four was practically fuming, if looks could kill, Eric would most definitely be dead. Before Four could protest, Eric started walking away.

     "My group let's go," Eric yells making my group follow him to the shooting range.