Dauntless Monsters (Eric Coulter Fanfic)

Don't Drink Dauntless

Hey Pretties! So I'm going to do something a little different now, a little something from Eric's point of view that I hope will clear up a few things. Enjoy!
Natt xx
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Eric's POV
I'll admit it was a bit childish me getting Ritza to fight Peter for not listening to me. But to be completely truthful that wasn't the reason at all. She had this weird affect on me. It had begun to irritate me, and that song she was humming, the way she captured the pitch so perfectly had it stuck in my head indefinitely. I had even begun humming it. I watched as she got kneed time and time again in the stomach by Peter. I thought this was what I wanted to see but it in fact had the opposite effect on me. Then she punched him in the face with a force so powerful he got knocked out.  I saw that she enjoyed that fight and that surprised me more than when she walked out into the field of flying knives. But I was careful this time to not let any emotion cross my face. I have a reputation as a fear inciting trainer and I needed to keep it that way. As she left the mat I called out the next pairing and watched as Four cane up to her she almost smiled and said something looking over at me. I was jealous that Four was the one making her smile and annoyed that she was talking about me. I purposefully walked over to them.
"Anything you'd like to share?" I directed my question to Ritza.
"Just the fact that you are indeed an asshat." A new confidence had taken over her since yesterday. I'd be lying if I said it turn me on a little, but then again I was never a Candor.
"You should watch you're mouth Candor." I emphasised the last word knowing that it would irritate her.
"Five laps around the compound." I instructed without mercy. Watching as she jogged off, Four shook his head.
"She's got a hell of a right hook."

I walk away. Later that day I feel slightly relieved when I see Ritza's name just below the redline, she's almost out. God, there's got to be away to get rid of these feelings. I head to the bar and order a drink that turns into two or three. Then I lose count. I feel an overwhelming need to see her. The one who has hijacked my brain. I walk into the cafeteria swaying a little, I spot her, she is sitting next to Will and they are laughing. Jealousy sparks up inside of me and I head over to her, half way there and I am stopped by the head of Dauntless.
"Eric, tomorrow we have a meeting with Jeanine Matthews, I can expect to see you there." He asks/orders.
"Absolutely Max." I reply numbly and salute him before trying to walk off. He grabs my arm.
"Are you drunk?" He asks suspiciously.
"Nope, I never drink Dauntless." I say pulling my arm out of his grip.

"Candor, get up, you've got training to do." I attempt to sound as convincing as I can in my lie.
"Are you drunk asshat?" She asks skeptically.
"Ritz you can't speak to a Dauntless leader like that. Especially not Eric." Will informs her quietly.
"Now initiate!" I say sternly becoming frustrated. She put her hands up in defence and follows me out of the cafeteria. We enter the training room silently. She picks up a knife and throws it at the target hitting it dead centre, I smile a little at my work.
"Why do you think I'm an asshat?" I ask the alcohol making it sound as if I actually care what she thinks. She doesn't answer me, instead she throws another knife.
"Did the asshat help you throw like that?" I ask smugly.
"Maybe, but the asshat helped me get this." She violently pulled the strap of her dauntless top over her shoulder revealing stitches and red skin. I hadn't realised how much damage it had actually done she seemed to play it off fine when it happened. Walking up to her I lightly traced a finger across the stitches making her shiver. The bare skin of her shoulder had an effect on me.
"Would an asshat do this?" I ask smirking as I gently press my lips to her wound and she stiffens. I pull away to see her reaction. Mainly confusion. She slowly pulls the strap of her top back up.
"Y-yes." She replies lying.
"Are you sure you're from Candor? Cause that didn't sound like the truth." I smirk. She looked away and said nothing.
"Why don't you speak to me?" I whinge like a little kid. She sighs.
"Because I'm not a good person."
"If anything then, you shouldn't be speaking to Will and more so to me." I played along. I didn't believe for a second that she wasn't a good person. Then again it's not like she's given me a lot to go on.
"What do you mean by that?" She asks and I realise I've slipped. I curse. I look into eye green eyes and give up.
"I'm not exactly a good person either."
"You don't seem like a bad person, an asshat? Yes. But bad? No." She states with so much conviction I almost believe her. Then I think back to the people I've killed. The dirvergents I've put down. I may not be bothered by that but something about her makes me self conscious about it. Ergh, this is not me, I think the alcohol is starting to have an emotional affect on me.
"Can I ask you a question?" I'm surprised that she actually wants to talk for once, so I nod.
"Are you always like this when you're drunk?" She smiles slightly.
"I'm not drunk." I exclaim louder than I had meant.
"Eric, you're Dauntless drunk." She says laughing a little. The way my name rolled off her tongue gave me the urge to kiss her. I shake my head quickly and speed off before she can say another word. As soon as I reach my apartment I pull out some more alcohol and drink myself into oblivion.