Divergent: Becoming The Monster (Eric's Story)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

            Our staring contest continues. Her face upturned with a soft smile, friendly, and curious. Mine defensive but… stuck. This look. It’s not something I have ever experienced. There is no calculation to it, not gaging, just blank and open. Her eyes squint ever so slightly her hair is becoming shiny with the light rain drizzling onto it. She drops her head and she lifts herself from the ground breaking our gaze. She dust off her dress before lifting her head again to glance at me. She walks back into the field and goes back to plucking the vegetables. 

            I lift myself away from the stone rail and step forward facing the city. What was that? I can’t shake the feeling in my chest. What was her reason for waving at me? Does she know who I am? Does she know my rank? That I am one of the newer leaders of Dauntless. Was it a wave of respect?  Why do I even care?

            I should be getting back to the Dauntless compound they will be beginning to wonder about my whereabouts. The rain is starting the pick up and I only know notice that my clothes are quite quickly becoming soaked. I make my way down he wall scaling it easily. It is begging to really pour and I can hear a crack of thunder in the distance. I begin my walk back to the Dauntless compound. When I hear the gates separating the city from… well whatever’s out there open creaking a clunking.

            The Amity farmers shoulder in amongst one another moving quickly through the pouring rain they move on past me almost running back toward their faction home grounds none of them daring to bump me even in their haste. I can’t help but look through the quickly falling drops for the flow of a long orange skirt but if there was it must have already gone and passed for I see none. My lips purse but none the less I keep walking head down. I am nearly drowning walking at this pace by for some reason I don’t mind. The chill feels good.

            Suddenly there is a tap on the back of my shoulder. I turn quickly on full alert and ready to fight. Green eyes.

            “It’s a long walk back to Dauntless.” The softest voice reaches me through the rain. She is semi-soaked, hair plastered to her form but she stands beneath a large brown umbrella. I am caught for words, as I never am. I open my mouth slowly.

            “Yeah and?” I shoot out much like a brutish ass hole.

            “I always keep an umbrella near the old shed.” She shrugs. “I figured you could barrow it.”

            “Isn’t that just like you Amity.” I say almost like a reflex.

            “It was only an offer.” She easily takes a step away and begins to walk in the same direction the others had fled to.

            I watched her go through the down pour even the orange getting lost and blurred. I continued to walk as well a bit quicker than before.  She was only a good five feet in front of me when she tripped on the long hem of her skirt heavier with the rain. She fell head first into a muddy puddle.

            Before I could process I was behind her ready to help her up but she did something unexplainable she began to… laugh. Her umbrella had blown a few feet away and she sat laughing softly the rain falling heavily upon her. The rain was really starting to get bad and the wind was picking up. I rounded her and held out my hand rolling my eyes. She laughed once more before holding out her hand and placing it in mine. She was cold yet my hand tingled. I hoisted her to her feet. Thunder clacked in the back it seemed quite close. I don’t know what I was thinking but it was once more already out of my mouth.

“We should get out of the rain.”

She nodded quickly. “This way.” She gripped my hand and began to pull me. I let her. In just moments we were at a small stone building. She typed in a code and pushed the door open. She stepped inside and I looked both ways before following. Inside the rain beat down atop the roof but it was comfortably warm. There were tools all over the place, baskets, and buckets. She shook herself as if to remove the chill from her body.

            “This is looking up to be a pretty nasty storm.” She was still turned away from me pulling her hair into a brown leather band.

“It’ll pass.” It had to…

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