• 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 •

5 - Give up

Al begins shaking as his breathing becomes like icy rapids, sloshing against the walls of a nightmare fueled chasm. Eric gestures as if to say start and Tris' breath hitches. I can tell she's going to do it and I agreed to help. Oh, god. "Stop." She commands. "Hold your damn fire." I grumble, quietly. Four looks at us concerned. Al looks over at Tris then at me with fearful eyes. "Anyone can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything." Tris looks at Eric. "Well, then it should be easy for you to take his place." His voice is steady. "Ah fuck." I mutter and take my jacket off revealing a sports bra and leather leggings. I walk over to Al without looking at him. Tris follows me and Al moves away.

"Guys no-" "Al, it's okay." I mutter, again without looking at him. Me and Tris stand in front of two targets. Eric joins Four with the knives and picks one up. "So, who am I taking?" He smirks. "M-" Tris begins. My fist flies into her stomach. "Me. And if not then you're a fucking pussy." I glare at him. His smirk grows razor sharp. "Why would you do that?" Tris mutters in worry. "Because Four... Has morales. Eric doesn't. You'll see why in a second." I take a steady breath and stare forward. "... Arms up, Jaydan. Look like your begging for mercy for me, doll." Eric sneers. I do what he says. "Good girl." He chuckles. "Now, Four? You have your girl, I have mine. You see even the slightest flinch from either and they both get cut." Eric orders.

The boys set up. "Same rules apply. To the both of you." He explains. It's Tris' turn first. Four takes a breather. Four is exceptional with a knife and the funny thing is, my Dad taught him. My family helped him after his own family... Well things happened. Four glances at me in a, "Thank you but you are fucking stupid." Way. I know he's taken an interest in Tris and I know that Eric is a lot more... Power hungry with where the knife goes. She's lucky I saved her ass because Four will go easy on her as he actually has a heart and not a damn ice mass like Eric has. Four throws his first knife and it lands to the left of her hips. Tris shakes very subtly and looks at me. I nod reassuringly.

"Ohhh, cmon Four." Eric mutters. Four and I both know he won't let Tris go unless Four leaves a mark. You can tell he doesn't want to. Four throws a second one and it lands a fair few inches away from her head. Not close enough. "You can get closer than that." Eric taunts. "You want me to give her a little trim?" Four asks him. "Yeah, maybe just a little off the top.." He smirks. I've never heard Eric's voice so gentle before. I can tell it's fake though. Four nods and glances at me. He then looks at Tris. Four throws another and it lands inches from the top of her head. Eric sighs in annoyance. Four throws his last one within mere seconds of the last one and this lands RIGHT next to her head.

Her ear bleeds slightly from the blade. "Points for bravey stiff. Not as many as you just lost for opening your mouth. Now you." He turns to me and holds his own knife. "Need to be taught why you should never follows transfers." He smirks. "But that's not fair." Chris butts in. "Aww, you wanna hang over the rails again?" Eric taunts. Chris shuts up. Gee, thanks. Always got my back, huh? Eric's eyes scan my body. "So sad a part of it has to be scarred." He pouts. "What?!" Tris yells in concern. Four holds her back. "Fuck. See this is why I never fucking help people. You're welcome, stiff. And you, dickhead." I glare at Al and Tris. I hate to say it but I curse a lot more when I'm scared and right now, I'm terrified.

"Why is she so pissed off?" Molly smirks. "Because I was lenient with Tris as she had the guts to stand up for her friend. Now Eric isn't so lenient. And what he's obviously about to do is breach the damn rules." Four growls in Eric's direction. "Meh, I make the rules anyway." Eric smirks and gets ready to throw. "Wait- what does he mean?!" I hear Peter yell, concern lacing his voice as Eric throws the knife. It lands millimetres from my cheek. He throws the second, right between my two wrists at the top. He throws the third and does the same trick Four did and cuts my ear. Now, this is the part I brace for. You're lucky I saved you Tris.