Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long. I wrote this forever ago but life has been crazy and I just haven't been on to post it.

I don't own Eric or Divergent.

Chapter Six

I wake in a hospital bed for the second time in as many weeks.

"Damn stiff," I manage before beginning to cough loudly. As soon as I'm on my feet again I'm just going to strike preemptively and kill the little brat.

The horrific pain radiating from my chest is enough to make me want to strangle the next person I see, but at the moment I doubt that I have the strength. I can feel the cold beads of sweat rolling down my skin. I am about to try to get someone's attention to ask for some pain medication, maybe even see if someone can get Mikala for me, but then I catch sight of the symbol on the opposing wall.

The sight of the uneven scales causes me to feel utterly deflated as I realize that I am still at the Merciless Mart. I am trying to plot my escape when the PA system springs to life. There is a long ring followed by two short ones before I hear Jack Kang's voice boom through the speakers.

"Attention all occupants of Candor headquarters: A few hours ago I met with a representative of Jeanine Mathews. He reminded me that we candor are in a weak position, dependent on Erudite for survival, and told me that if I intended to keep my faction free, I will have to meet a few demands.

In order to comply with these demands, I ask that everyone make their way to the gathering place to report whether you have an implant or not. The Erudite have also ordered all Divergent to be turned over to Erudite. I do not know for what purpose."

This is not good, not good at all. It all happens so fast; after Jack's announcement a group of angry Dauntless burst into the room and I find myself being drug through the halls. Through the haze brought on by the searing pain in my chest, I am vaguely aware that I have been taken to a large open room and shoved into a chair.

The dauntless are positioned around me in a semi-circle. Finally, Tori from the tattoo parlor steps forward, "Would you like me to tell you your crimes?" She asks, sounding tired, "Or would you like to list them yourself?"

The room is illuminated by a flash of lightning and the following thunder shakes the room. Rain streams in through the windows and runs down the wall. I find myself thinking about Kala, does she know that this is about to happen?

I can't let myself focus on her, appearing weak is the last thing I need right now. If I'm going to die, I'm going to be Dauntless till the very end.

I scan the crowd until my eyes land on the stiff. It looks like I won't be around long enough get my revenge, but at least I can mess with her head a bit before I go. "I'd like her to list them. Since she's the one who stabbed me, clearly she is familiar with them."

"Leave her out of this," Four growls.

"Why?" I ask with the best smirk I can force, "Because you're doing her?" I almost flinch at the sound of Kala chastising me for being an ass in my head, but I ignore it and continue. "Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing. They just tie each other's shoes and cut each other's hair." Four doesn't react, so I continue, "I want her to list them."

The stiff surprises me by complying, "You conspired with Erudite. You are responsible for the deaths of hundreds of Abnegation. You betrayed Dauntless. You shot a child in the head. You are a ridiculous plaything of Jeanine Matthews."

The smile on my face fades; the worst part is that it's all true. "Do I deserve to die?" I ask, trying my best to sound smug, but knowing that I am failing miserably.

Four starts to answer but Tris cuts him off, "Yes."

I nod, the blatant honesty reminding me of Mikala again, "Fair enough." I take as deep a breath as I am able to before banishing her face from my mind again, "But do you have the right to decide that, Beatrice Prior?" I think back to the tapes from the security cameras, of her and her family sneaking into Dauntless, of her father asking her a similar question. "Like you decided the fate of that other boy-what was his name? Will?"

She looks taken aback so Four steps in, "You have committed every crime that warrants execution among the Dauntless. We have the right ti execute you, under the laws of the Dauntless."

I watch as they prepare the guns. Standard Dauntless execution procedure, only one of the three guns will have a bullet in it. I think about Mikala again, and for a moment I consider asking for a favor. If they are this angry, they will inevitably strike out against Erudite next. In times like this, people tend to see a faction as a whole instead of being made up of individuals.

"Wait, I have a request," I find myself saying.

"We don't take requests from criminals," Tori growls tiredly.

That one sentence hits me like a slap across the face. Maybe tying her to me will make her more of a target, if anyone knows that she was with me it will only put her in more danger. I decide to go back to my original strategy, "I am a leader of Dauntless and all I want is for Four to be the one who fires that bullet."

"Why?" Four asks.

That's a good question, why do I want him to be the one who kills me? "So you can live with the guilt of knowing that you usurped me and then shot me in the head."

"There won't be any guilt," He replies quickly.

I smile, "Then you won't have any problem doing it."

He grabs one of the bullets and starts to load his gun, "Tell me, because I've always wondered. Is it your daddy who shows up in every fear landscape you have ever gone through?" Four continues to focus on his gun, but his shoulders have tensed up. "You didn't like that question? What, afraid the Dauntless are going to change their minds about you? Realize that even though you've only got four fears, you're still a coward?"

I smirk, satisfied with my last words and straighten in the chair, planting my arms firmly on the arm rests and tightly shutting my eyes. I think about Mikala again, how I promised her that I would come back. I sigh; maybe she is better off without me.

"Eric, be brave," Four's voice instructs, sounding much farther away than I know he is.

I keep my face blank and focusing my attention on the mental image of Mikala's face. She is better off without me; after all, I'm always leaving without saying goodbye.

The End.