• 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 •

6 - War Games

Eric looks at me, impressed. "Okay." He nods. Sometimes I can tolerate him. SOMETIMES. When he's in his element is the only time you get Eric Eric. I see Four smile subtly at Tris still being here. Damn loverboy. Four and Eric always get competitive when there's a competition and I love it. Eric has always been around as I was growing up and every year was challenge after challenge, it was funny. This is probably the only time Eric actually has fun. Eric's voice pulls me out of my trance. "Okayy~ Edward." He turns to Four. "I'll take the stiff." He nods. Eric remarks him and Four smirks. I end up with Four and Eric chooses people like Peter and Molly.

I don't know where I stand with Peter but once Molly and I realised we had similarities we kinda get along now. She's my sparring partner. She never pushes past my boundaries, I never push past hers. I know a fight between us would cause WWIII so I know I won't be aiming at her with this neuro-stim anytime soon. We soon turn up at an abandoned fair in the plains near the wall. I fist bump Molly, make sure she's okay after Eric shot her with the dart and hop off the train. Once our team has regrouped somewhere safe I zone out, thinking of a place to hide it. I smirk in realisation of something. Growing up my mother knew I was a troublemaker.

Now my Mom isn't religious by any means, neither is the rest of my family or me but she believes that when your purpose has presented itself in one way or another then you grasp onto it with both hands. So as soon as she saw the mischief in my eyes, she taught me everything she knew that troublemakers do. I know how to pick locks, pick pocket, manipulate, lie without people realising and break into places being unnoticed. Oh, and fight. So Brandon the Daunt-born doesn't realise it when the flag is now not in his hands and instead in my jacket tucked away where no-one can see it. Even though its bright orange. "Are ya'll done bickering like five year olds now?" I yawn.

"Where's the flag?" Brandon worries. "Relax, big guy. It's safe. I've got magic hands." I look into his eyes softly "How the f..." Chris looks at me, impressed. Will laughs quietly and Al chuckles. "Where's Tris and Four?" Chris asks. I point upwards. "Making marriage plans." I shrug to everyone's laughter. Tris comes running over, they've spotted the flag. Four asks where our flag is and when nobody knows he becomes worried. I'm tasked in offense so I go with Chris and Tris to capture the green luminescence that Eric has. I have two people for defence of the flag yet nobody knows that, they just think they're here for defensive manoeuvres. Ha, amateurs. Shots begin getting fired and flares are thrown. We steel past as they begin fighting with the others on our team. A few shouts of pain erupt.

Four breaks off from us and we head forward. We split and hide before Christina gets worried and edges out of her hiding place. I hear her gasp. "Tell me if this hurts." Peter aims at her. "You tell me." Tris replies and aims at him. He aims at her thinking she's gonna shoot before I shoot at his lower back. The worst for pain. Once he's on the floor I shoot him again in the abdomen. I nod in thanks at Tris for letting me get payback on him for the knife incident and we jog for the tower. Eric aims at Tris as we near and I push her out of the way. A neuro-stim dart lands in my abdomen where my wound is. I yell in pain but pull the dart out and push the two girls forward. I can take it. Chris guards as we run upstairs and Molly begins attacking Tris. Ignoring me.

I whisper an apology at Molly and shove her off of Tris because I don't wanna shoot her. I pull Tris with me for the flag. I grab it first and together we hoist it up above the wall. Chris joins us and all three of us wave it. I can just about hear Will yell, "Game over!" In happiness.

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We're walking back towards base when we all regroup quickly. "Has everyone got everything?" Eric asks. "No. We lost our flag." Brandon mutters. "You lo-... WHAT?!" Eric screams. "Relax. No, we didn't." I butt in. "Says you, you're the one who lost it." He retorts. I quirk an eyebrow as everyone watches me with judging eyes. "Lost it?" I ask as I pull the flag gracefully from beneath my jacket. Smiles form on our team's faces.