Divergent: Becoming The Monster (Eric's Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I am a leader of Dauntless. I deserve it. Fuck you Four.

Fuck you. You little worm. I walk through the crowds of people blurs of gray, black and orange filter past me. They all step out of my way, I hate them more. It is out of fear not respect. I am a warrior I protect our city. Fear me all you want.

I became leader on the shackles of my own determination. The stats plastered across that damn board mean nothing! And his face when he refused the position was enough to make me want to put a bullet through his head. Four fears. Eight is a perfectly adequate number.

I pass the factionless. They sicken me. Searching through garbage staring up at me hoping I will grow some abnegation in me.

I keep walking. I think of the others awaiting my return. I told them I was going to do rounds. It was only half a lie. The Dauntless compound can seem a bit crowded especially when your mind is racing and your ready to blow. It’s been a year since my own initiation and I still cannot bring myself to accept my ranking. I question constantly. I deserve it god dammit.

            I reach the large sweeping walls that “protect” our city. I step up and begin my climb to the top. It’s a good place to think.

            I reach the top and lean back against the stone rail facing the city. I can hear the Amity farmers chatter it floats toward me on the wind. Don’t sound so happy, I dare you.

            I turn to face them and place my elbows on the stone. School must have just gotten out because a large group of the younger members of their society filter into the fields. They begin to go to work plucking the vegetables and placing them in large hand made baskets.  What a mundane life they must lead. I stare down at them like ants, busy busy, busy. Among the flurry of motions and meaningless talk a sun shower begins. They continue to work ignoring the misting and slow soaking of their clothes. One of them stops, my eyes follow them. They lift themselves from the fields and walk over to a barrel. Their large sun hat obscuring them from view, her long orange colored floor length skirt brushes the ground. They reach under their chin and untie the sun hat. She grasps the brim and removes it from her head. Her long chocolate colored locks fall from the confines of the hat down to her waist. She places the hat on the barrel. She grasps the middle of her skirt and turns around to return the fields. Suddenly two young boys I hadn’t even noticed barrel into her legs. One hugging one side one hugging the other. I can hear the boys saying something but can not make out precisely what. She leans down and pushes one boys sandy brown hair that is slightly damp out of his eyes. She pokes the other one in the nose. They beam up at her and scamper off. She smiles. Her eyes a green. The greenest I had ever seen. She remains bending to the ground and her eyes follow them. Than I am stuck. Her eyes are on me. Just staring up at me. Do I turn away? Why do I care?

            She continues to gaze up at me a look of soft curiosity on her face. Dauntless usually travel in packs. I am alone. I give her my best look of distain. She continues to look up. She lifts her hand and with those eyes on me and waves. I am at loss.