Imagine: Being a quiet, but badass, initiate, who doesn't have any friends, and shocking everyone when you sass Eric.
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You stand in the training room, throwing knives, everyone stood with their friends, encouraging one another, or laughing and teasing each other. You stood by yourself in the middle of the different friend groups, you didn't have many friends here in Dauntless, actually, you didn't have any friends. But you didn't really mind, you chose to isolate yourself from everyone, you didn't really want to get close to anyone who you might just end up losing due to the cuts, besides friends are more of a distraction than an asset in your opinion.
You were the quiet one of your group and you could go completely unnoticed by the others, including your trainers. Your thoughts cause your aim to falter, and the knife lands on the floor right in front of the target.
"That was pathetic," You jump a little, not knowing that Eric was behind you.
"It slipped," You say, annoyed that he didn't notice every single one of your good throws, but notices the first time you miss.
"Go get it," He says pointing at the knife.
"Aren't you to get them to stop throwing?"
"Why initiate? Are you afraid? I hope you remember what happened to your other little friends when they were too afraid to do something," For starters they are not your friends, but you clearly remember what happened, Christina was hung off the chasm, and Al was told to stand in front of the target. God Eric is such an asshole.
You walk to the knife, dodging every single knife that comes slightly towards you. You crouch down to pick up your knife and you feel a searing pain in your arm, you look down and a cold, sharp blade is slightly imbedded into your upper arm, you whip your head up and see Eric smirking, the other initiates stare at him in fear. That fucking douche!
You pull the knife out of your arm, hissing in pain, and you saunter up to him, not afraid like the rest of the initiates.
Eric's POV
She walks towards me; her eyes are filled with rage. Her arm has a streak of blood on it, that's what she gets for not following orders as they are given to her, she should not have questioned me.
She stops directly in front of me and takes my hand, forcefully placing the knife she went to retrieve on my palm, "You know Eric you were the one who told us that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. But walking in front of a bunch of amateurs who are throwing knifes sure, as hell isn't brave, so maybe you should learn to follow your own philosophies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the infirmary."
With that, she leaves the training room. I hear a few gasps and whispers around me, and a couple of initiates stare at me wide-eyed, none of us saw that coming.
I smirk thinking, 'I guess she's not that bad, I could learn to like that girl. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Y/N.'
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From book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure on Tumblr.
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les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1
Fanfica compilation of stories i have found on tumblr. Please note: None of the stories in this book are written by me. The original writers are from tumblr and their accounts are stated at the end of each post. This book does have explicit content like...
