Faction before blood?

Chapter 18

The first stage of initiation was slowly coming to an end and it was time for the war games. Eric was all hyped up and ready to finally beat my brother's ass. The only time he was able to do so, before, was my year of initiation.

Eric picked me first, not because of my physical abilities, even if I was pretty good at shooting, but to spite my brother. Or so I thought.

He had told me a few days ago, that he picked me to check out my real capabilities and he had to pick me first, since my brother would have done the same.

His master plan was to play at Tobias' sympathy and protectiveness and he was proved right. Eric played me against my brother, as the puppet-master he is. All of that lead to me, standing in front of Toby, who couldn't shoot me, so Eric shoot him in the back and one of our team mates was able to retrieve the flag. Sneaky bastard.

Since Eric didn't have me by his side this time, he had brooded, over the last few weeks, on a masterplan. One I was forbidden to see.

He told me that he loved me too much, to be able to execute me for treason, so he always put away every single piece of paper, when I came into the room, where he was scheming.

He even went as far, as to try to sneak me into the "enemy camp" as one of his spies, since no one would suspect a pregnant woman to undergo such endangerment.

When he saw my deadpan glare, he grouchily let it go.

I was waiting in the pit with Tris and Christina, while Eric and Toby went to wake up the initiates, who had to pass this last test, before they would swap over to the sims.

Only a few, who weren't capable of being dauntless would have to leave, so this would most likely be their last chance to prove to themselves and their instructors, that they belonged here.

They were slowly trickling into the pit, when their two instructors arrived. Eric and Toby joined us, scrutinizing their initiates.

"If they don't start to wake up, I will shoot every single one of them." Eric spoke up, pointing at the transfers, that were looking like the walking dead, while the dauntless born looked pumped and ready to shoot shit.

"Initiates!" My brother shouted. "We will now catch the train for capture the flag. Grab a gun and a box of ammo and hurry up. Everyone not inside the train will deal with the consequences!"

As they all scattered to grab the required things, Eric came over and gave me a lingering kiss. I grabbed his vest, not wanting to let go.

"Please, take care of yourself."

At that he just laughed. "You should worry about your brother, love."

"As if!" the later called through the pit.

Eric rolled his eyes and bowed down to kiss me one last time. "I love you, princess."

"I love you, too." I replied, before I watched him lead the initiates to the tracks, followed by my brother, Lauren and Christina, who would also participate. Tris was ordered to sit out, just like me, since she was pregnant.

I had nothing else to do and it was past midnight, so I went with Tris to her and my brother's flat, because I found out, at one of Eric's night shifts, I was incapable of spending the night on my own.

We had fun watching an old TV-show, before we fell asleep soon after one am.

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I was torn from my peaceful sleep, feeling as if I closed my eyes five minutes ago, as my phone started continuously ringing. Groggily I picked it up.