"Everybody up!" someone roars. Eric. Surrounding him are other Dauntless, some of whom I have seen in the Pit, some of whom I have never seen before. Four stands among them.
I stand in front of my bunk, only realising that I'm only wearing a shirt when some of the male Dauntless wolf whistles in my direction. Eric walks over to me, passes me a blanket and stands there. Gratefully, I wrap the blanket around my waist so the perves don't get a show. Eric still stands there, staring at me in the eyes. Finally, he carries on walking. Weird.
"You have five minutes to get dressed and meet us by the tracks," says Eric. "We're going on another field trip."
I shove my feet into shoes and sprint, wincing, behind Christina on the way to the train. A drop of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as we run up the paths along the walls of the Pit, pushing past members on our way up. It can't be healthy to run. It doesn't feel good. It makes you out of breath. You kind of need air to live so no way can it be good.
We make it to the tracks just behind the Dauntless-born initiates. Next to the tracks is a black pile. I make out a cluster of long gun barrels and trigger guards.
"Are we going to shoot something?" Christina hisses in my ear. Next to the pile are boxes of what looks like ammunition. I inch closer to read one of the boxes. Written on it is "PAINTBALLS." The name is self-explanatory. I laugh.
"Everyone, grab a gun!" shouts Eric. We rush toward the pile. I am the closest to it, so I snatch the first gun I can find and grab a box of paintballs. I shove the box in my pocket and sling the gun across my back so the strap crosses my chest.
"Time estimate?" Eric asks Four.
Four checks his watch. "Any minute now. How long is it going to take you to memorize the train schedule?"
"Why should I, when I have you to remind me of it?" says Eric, shoving Four's shoulder.
A circle of light appears on my left, far away. It grows larger as it comes closer, shining against the side of Four's face, creating a shadow in the faint hollow beneath his cheekbone.
He is the first to get on the train, and I run after him, not waiting for Tris, Christina, Will or Al to follow me. Four turns around as I fall into stride next to the car and holds out a hand. I grab his arm, and he pulls me in.
"Thanks." I heavily breathe out. "Too much running for my taste." Four smirks before helping Tris. Once everyone is in, Four speaks up.
"We'll be dividing into two teams to play capture the flag. Each team will have an even mix of members, Dauntless-born initiates, and transfers. One team will get off first and find a place to hide their flag. Then the second team will get off and do the same." The car sways and Four grabs the side of the doorway for balance. "This is a Dauntless tradition, so I suggest you take it seriously."
"What do we get if we win?" someone shouts.
"Sounds like the kind of question someone not from Dauntless would ask," says Four, raising an eyebrow. "You get to win, of course."
"Four and I will be your team captains," says Eric. He looks at Four. "Let's divide up transfers first, shall we?"
"You go first," Four says.
Eric shrugs. "Edward."
Four leans against the door frame and nods. The moonlight makes his eyes bright. He scans the group of transfer initiates briefly, without calculation, and says, "I want the Stiff." A faint undercurrent of laughter fills the car. Although, in my head, I can just hear the song Can You Feel The Love Tonight?
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Everly Wood | Divergent
Fanfiction-DISCONTINUED- WARNING: i wrote this when i was 12 years old and had no clue how to write. Everly Wood. A young girl who lost her parents too early on in life. What happens when she suddenly awakens in the world of her favourite book Divergent by V...
