A Collection of Odds & Ends

All Is Fair (Eric -Divergent)

This was a tumblr request, the object was to use "Game's over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!" and "His ego is so visible, I can almost watch it grow." 

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War Games were both Eric's favourite and least favourite part of Dauntless initiation. A large group of Dauntless born and transfers from the other four factions all running around, trying to outsmart, out maneuver, out last one another as the two teams surged through the empty parts of the city.

The object of this "mission"? Rescue their teammate and bring them back to home base, simple enough. Until you added half wit, half trained morons with stim dart guns all shooting at anything that moved. Whoever had decided this was better than capture the flag was an idiot. At least with capture the flag the two teams had a colour, you knew who they were with.

To avoid being shot one had to first decide if the person they were shooting at was friend of foe. In the real world there were no red or blue markers on their clothing to tell you. Being cunning and daring were two of the best ways to make it out of this on top.

The faction leader, temporarily demoted to babysitter, hunched down behind an old brick wall. To his right some Amity kid, who for whatever reason decided to bring his hippie ass to Dauntless. To his left was an Abnegation girl, she had came to find a better purpose, Eric remembered her clearly. It was hard not to, she had a lot of anger issues and he admired her spunk – for a stiff.

They were the last three "survivors" on Eric's team. As if Lauren's team could manage to shoot him, even if they could, none of the sniveling little bastards would dare. Shooting Eric, even in a game where it was encouraged meant a personal hell for the rest of initiation.

Behind them, gagged and bound, a Dauntless born that they had managed to snag as their prisoner. He sat with his hands and legs tied, wearing a scowl on his face. Too bad for him; he didn't run when Lauren had warned him.

About twenty feet away from where Eric knew they were holding his initiate, he poked his head over the wall, stealthily taking in the scene. Around the hold were several kids, some looking more nervous than others. Their mission? Keep Eric and his two misfits out.

"Stiff." He hissed in a whisper to the dark haired girl beside him. "If you run directly at them, I can sneak in the back and take her."

"What? No way!" She hissed back at him. "If I charge them, I get hit. Do you know how many stim darts I'd be taking for you?"

"So?" Eric narrowed his ice blue eyes at her. Was he or was he not her superior?

"So? Too many of those and Four said we could end up limp for the next three days. Nobody is carrying my ass home." She glared at the man beside her.

"Do as you're told, Stiff." His tone was firm and indicating that he was getting bored. "On the count of three, you charge and I'll go."

"What about him?" She motioned to the hippie.

Clutching his gun for dear life, the unusually and surprisingly tough Amity was one step away from rocking back and forth. Eric scowled and shook his head. "No, he's better left here with the prisoner." he continued. "Besides, you're faster than him."

"And I'm smaller than you. Why don't you charge and I'll sneak around back?" She smirked.

"I'm the leader. I make the rules. Don't like it? Don't stay here." Eric gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Now go! Move initiate."

"Aren't guys supposed to protect girls?" She pushed a little further.

If she pushed again, she as going to get shot. Eric was through talking it over. He would give her the count of 10 and she was over the wall and into the line of fire. If she didn't move her ass, then he was shooting her. Making his intentions and superiority known, once again, he began to count.

"His ego is so visible, I can almost watch it grow." She muttered to the hippie.

Wide eyed the Amity boy looked like he was about to piss his pants. The guns, the conflict, not even the idea of taking people prisoner bothered him, no he was terrified of Eric. He'd heard stories of the crazy blond leader and how he would think nothing of throwing you into the chasm or worse.

"What was that, Stiff?" Eric growled. "By the way, 4, 3..."

Before he could get out 2...she picked up her gun. Aiming and pulling the trigger, she let out a scream as she ran into the line of fire. Grabbing the inside of his thigh, Eric screamed in pain. She'd shot him! She had fucking shot him! Who the hell did she think she was?

Grabbing the dart, he drew a deep breath and yanked it out with another agonizing scream.

"E-Eric?" The former Amity looked at him wide eyed. "Are you okay?"

"No! Now fucking shoot him!" Eric bellowed, pointing at their prisoner.

Squirming and wiggling against his bounds, the Dauntless born tried his best to get out of his sealed fate. The rules stated no shooting your prisoner.

"I'm not..I'm.." The boy stammered. "If we shoot him, we lose." Surely the leader would not want to lose.

"Shoot!" Eric bellowed, still holding his leg as he slowly tried to stand. "I don't care about the game. Shoot him and find her. Did you see which way she went?"

"Yes, but the game..."

"Game's over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!" Eric snarled, dragging his shot leg. Fuck those things packed a punch. Hobbling to the edge of the brick wall, his chest heaving in anger, Eric groaned. She would pay and he would make sure of it. Lost in his thoughts of how to make her pay, he didn't even see it coming.

From straight ahead, a Candor transfer, gun cocked and ready to shoot whoever came out of the hiding spot. Before Eric could pull his own gun, another stim dart lodged into him. This time in the side of the neck. Screaming at the transfer, he grabbed his neck. Whoever decided these guns were a good idea needed to be thrown out of the fucking faction.