Dauntless

Dauntless: Camille

A/N: this is in Eric's POV, I thought I'd change it up a bit!

I watched Camille as she paced behind the initiates, her narrowed eyes on their every move, lips barking insults at any wrong position. She was a tough bitch, I'd give her that, and she was definitely going to work these new initiates into shape.

Thank fuck she was actually mine.

I leaned back on my heels, content to let her do all the work. I'd barely had a chance to instill fear in these kids, Camille was doing it for me. I could see them quivering in their sad little boots, and I couldn't help but smirk.

Half of them wouldn't survive two days in Dauntless training, I could always pick out the weak ones. Hell, now that the rules had changed, everyone knew we only took the best, that the weak had no place here.

I made sure of it.

"Run laps!" Camille suddenly barked, her black hair tied in a loose knot on the back of her head as the initiates lunged and staggered to their feet. "Don't any of you fucking stop until I say so, got it? You better be puking your guts out by the time you're through! If I see one of you lagging, so help me, you can help your fellow initiates when it comes to knife practice!"

Taking ques from me, huh?

Camille watched them go, her hands on her hips, a haughty expression on her pretty face. She gave it a few moments before she came to stand by my side, crossing her tattooed arms, the symbol for Dauntless dark on the top of her hand.

I leaned over slightly, clasping my hands behind my back. "You know they wouldn't miss up if we disappeared and I fucked you in the stairwell for fifteen minutes."

Her cheeks immediately went scarlet. "You mean three, don't you?"

Heh.

I grinned down at her, her heavily makeup'd eyes rising mischievously to mine. I knew she was tempted, I could see her mulling it over. Neither of us would mind a break from this sad bunch of recruits anyway, I couldn't wait to begin putting their names on the boards and seeing their faces drop.

"Camille. Eric."

Shit.

I glanced behind, scowling when I recognized Zeke walking towards us. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

I hated this fucker. I didn't like the way he and Camille acted around each other, I didn't like they were friends, and I didn't like him within fifteen fucking feet of her.

He knew it, and the first chance I got, I was breaking his jaw.

"Yup! Watching iniiates apparently run themselves to death. You two have orders to stop being assholes and get over to the Pit. Max has some business he wants to talk about. Is he officiating your wedding or something? Ow! Fuck, Camille!"

She scowled at him, rubbing her knuckles where she'd just hit his shoulder. "You know I hate it when you say shit like that!"

"Well it's not my fault! You guys have been together two years now, go ahead and get married and save us all the angst of waiting! Or break up, it'll be just as dramatic --- ha! Didn't get me that time!"

"Zeke!" Camille flailed at him, causing the other Dauntless to just laugh at her. I glared, standing completely still, debating on taking a swing at him myself. But if I tried Camille would probably bitch.

Eh, still worth it.

"Come on," Camille grumbled, grabbing my arm and pulling. I glanced back at Zeke, but let her guide me forward.