The Unexpected. [Secuel To The Unknown] {Eric FF}

Twenty Five.

It was the night before the Choosing Ceremony.

Eric and Morgan had managed to get everything set. Eric had taken care of some tasks while helping train the dauntless that were going to be leaders next week. Eric had commanded Peter and Angie to take care of looking for two more trainers to help them deal with the transfers and the dauntless born. Morgan was going to be overseeing the transfers while Eric took care of overseeing the dauntless born.

Morgan was walking around the compound looking for Eric, he said he was going to be home a little late, but 11 at night seemed more than just a little to Morgan.

She asked for him to almost every dauntless she saw walking around the compound, only finding one solid answer. The Net.

When Morgan reached the net room she found the hall unusually narrower than before. She frowned looking at the metal side of were the rock wall used to be.

Her eyes downed on two screens at waist level.

She didn't understand what she was seeing. She was looking at one screen that had Eric in it being covered with spiders head to toe, he was trying to remain still. His body tensing so much Morgan could feel it as if it were her own muscles.

Then the spiders seemed to be washed away from him, the scenery changed to Eric standing in the middle of their bedroom.

She saw Eric frown as he looked around, confused at why he was there.

"Morgan?" He called, walking to the bathroom.

Morgan felt her stomach turn when Eric opened the door to the bathroom and saw herself, laying on the floor, covered in blood that seemed to emanate from between her legs.

"Morgan" he whispered, broken, as he knelt down and touched her hair "Morgan please wake up"

She moved her eyes from the screen, she couldn't stand much of it. What was going on?

She jumped scared when the machine emitted a sound and she heard the rustling of metal against metal. The once metal wall lit up, showing that its wasn't metal but glass.

She saw Eric kneeling down as she last saw him in the screen. She could see his neck glistening, his hands shook as he stood up from the floor.

Morgan walked to the side of the machine to where she heard the noise. Standing in the doorway she looked down at Eric.

His eyes lifted up to hers, he looked surprised, Morgan looked horrified.

"Eric what the fuck?" She asked confused. Eric quietly walked to her

"How much of that did you see?"

"Enough" she said.

Letting her guard down she reached her hands to his neck

"Jesus Eric you're soaking wet" her hands ran up his scalp "I'll get you some water"

She quickly turned around and walked out of the machine, not giving Eric enough time to complain or explain himself.

She returned jogging with water and a towel, she found Eric sitting against the glass wall, his forearms resting on his bent knees.

She popped the cap and poured some water on the towel, hading the rest to Eric.

He quietly gulped down as Morgan led the wet towel to his forehead, the his cheek and neck.

Eric looked at her face, he didn't know if she was scared, worried, confused, angry... She looked all of it at once.

"Are you better?" She asked taking the towel to her other hand and pressing it against the other side of his neck. He just nodded.

She needed some answers, but Eric looked too distraught and disconnected to give them.