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Chapter Two

Taking, what he had always viewed as, his rightful place as a leader of Dauntless wasn't all that Eric had imagined. At least, not what he had experienced so far. As the youngest and newest leader, only having held the position for about eight weeks, he was the one who ended up doing all of the unappealing jobs.

Today, for instance, he had wanted to be with the other leaders at the choosing ceremony. It would be his first real chance to show the people he had left behind in Erudite that he had made something of himself. While the other kids his age were working themselves to death to prove their worth to Jeanine and the faction, he had already earned a position of power and had basically attained the highest position he could hold in his chosen faction.

Instead, he had been stuck here going over the security camera footage and digging through eye witness reports from several people, almost all of whom had been wasted beyond belief, to decide who would be punished after a recent stabbing. When he finally finished and had delivered the finished report to Max's office he had just enough time to get to the roof before the initiates arrived. Not quite as satisfying as knowing that his parents saw what he had achieved, not that he cared what they thought – faction before blood and whatnot. At least it would be fun to watch the transfers squirm before they jumped. The other leaders had other plans, however, and instead he ended up having to wait for a messenger from the council with the files of all the transfers. Then he had to use said files to update the Dauntless intake records.

Two absolutely mind-numbing hours of paperwork later, he could finally go enjoy the rest of the post Choosing Ceremony revelry. He made his way to the Pit, scanning the crowd for Marc who he knew had gone to the ceremony since it was his younger sister's year to choose. Marc had been the first, and only, person he had actually connected with here at Dauntless.

He has just spotted Marc on the other side of the pit when the sound of nearby ragged breathing and the feeling that someone's gaze is burning a whole into his back distracts him from his quest. He glances over his shoulder to find a young looking girl with long black hair. Her green eyes are shining with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, her hands trembling slightly.

He turns to face her, silently looking her over. He can't remember seeing her around Dauntless before, but her face does seem vaguely familiar. She opens her mouth to say something, only to slowly shut it again and give him a small, lame wave. She must be intimidated by him, one of the perks of attaining power that he's been enjoying. Or she's heard the rumors. Eric sighs, probably the rumors.

"Can I help you?" He hears himself ask gruffly once she has been standing there awkwardly for a bit too long.

She doesn't answer, she just swallows hard before a fresh look of determination takes over her features. She lunges forward suddenly, grabbing his t-shirt to pull him to her as her lips meet his. He feels himself stiffen, surprised by her sudden, although not wholly unpleasant, actions. He can smell the alcohol on her breath and when she kisses him her lips taste like the cheap beer they sell at the store in the Pit. He had known that he would have women crawling all over him when he accepted this job, but who did this girl think she was? Just assuming that she could touch him? She had to have an ulterior motive.

He has just started to loosen up, his lips moving against hers when she pulled away. She studied him for a brief moment before spinning on her heal and starting to hurry away. She had only taken a couple of steps when she seems realize that there are a lot of people eyeing her. She slows her pace and holds her head up as she zigzags through the crowd and away from him.

"I get the feeling I missed something," A familiar voice breaks his concentration on the girl's retreating form. He turns to find Marc standing next to him, also watching the girl hurry away.

Eric shrugs, "I'm pretty sure you have about as much information as I do here."

"Who was she? She looks familiar," Marc continues, turning to face him once the girl has disappeared into a hallway on the far side of the pit.

"Dude, are you gonna let the Amity get away with that?" A guy from one of the closer groups of people questions.

"Amity?" Eric asks.

"Oh!" Marc yelps, snapping his fingers triumphantly, "I knew she looked familiar! She's that Amity that transferred today at the ceremony."

That made sense, he had probably seen her picture in her file earlier but he hadn't really been paying attention. This revelation filled him with a new sense of anger, how dare some transfer assume that she was good enough for him or try to use him to impress people. Yet it also filled him with a sense of excitement. Maybe training the transfers wouldn't be as dull as he had originally imagined.

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When Max, at the insistence of Jeanine, assigned him to be the leader overseeing the transfer's initiation and the one keeping an eye out for Divergents during the second and third phases, Eric had been annoyed. It had sounded intensely boring; who wants to watch a bunch of scrawny Noses and Candors try to beat each other up all day? Although, now that he was thinking that through again it did sound at least mildly entertaining. But now that an Amity had been thrown into the mix, especially after her stunt last night, Eric had faith that this would be much more enjoyable than he had originally imagined. Maybe he could finally have some fun with his position.

He had made a big deal of telling Four that he had no intention of waking up at whatever ungodly hour initiation was supposed to start, so when he strolled into the training room at 5:45 with a thermos of coffee, Four was understandably confused. Eric smirks to himself and moves to set on the edge of the table Four has the hand guns laid out on.

"Why are you here?" Four asks finally, crossing his arms over his chest defensively, almost like he knows that Eric is up to something.

"What do you mean?" Eric replies, leisurely taking a sip from his coffee. "This is my job, to help oversee training, and that means being here when training begins." He takes a moment to enjoy the look on his rival's face before adding, "Are you so nervous about the kids finding out that their instructor is just a scared little Stiff that it's giving you memory problems?"

The fire that appears in the former Abnegation man's eyes should make Eric realize that he's messing with forces beyond his ken, but it only serves to excite him more. This is going to be way more fun than he had expected. Four opens his mouth to reply but one of the initiates wandering in pulls his attention away.

Eric recognizes the petite blonde almost right away, both from his time in Erudite and from the time spent in the transfer's files last night. She may be in black and have abandoned her lens-less glasses, but she still holds herself like a Nose.

"Initiate, your early," Four greets, "That doesn't happen often."

Eric chuckles, "And it won't happen again. It's easy to show up early when you didn't do anything the day before." After a moment he turns to the girl, "This isn't Erudite, Nerd, we don't give extra points for enthusiasm and punctuality."

Four rolls his eyes and goes back to setting up for the day. The girl approaches Eric cautiously, studying him like she isn't sure whether to run or keep walking.

"You're Dr. Matthews' son, aren't you? I always looked up to him…" The girl starts and he finds himself rolling his eyes and quickly cutting her off.

"Whoever my family was doesn't matter now, Dauntless is my family, and if you want this place to be your home and not end up huddled around a trashcan fire with the other factionless I suggest you keep your mouth shut. If you admired him so much you should have stayed in Erudite because that won't get you anywhere here.

The girl looks taken aback for a moment before shrinking away. Eric smirks as she walks away, taking a big drink of his coffee as he waits for the fun to actually begin. The other transfers file in over the next few minutes until the Amity is the only one missing. When the clock strikes six he sees Four do a quick head count before shaking his head and mumbling "there's always one" under his breath.

"Alright, listen up," Four calls, only silencing half of the crowd. "Shut up! Next person to open their mouth gives me twenty, got it?" That successfully silences the initiates, he waits a moment to make sure that he has their full attention before continuing. "Rule number one, I'm not going to put up with anyone showing up late. Today is your one warning, I don't care what excuse you have, don't waste my time."

Right as he is finishing his little speech, Eric catches sight of a very rough looking Willow sneak into the room and try to hide at the back of the group. Eric can feel the smirk taking over his face but he fights to stamp down his excitement.

"Now that everyone is finally here," He begins, taking a step forward and drawing out the word finally as he keeps his gaze glued to the late arrival. She visibly stiffens, but doesn't look up right away. He's not sure if it's the fact that he's noticed that she was late or because she can tell that he's watching her that causes her discomfort, but he enjoys watching her squirm no matter the reason. "For those of you haven't heard yet, my name is Eric. I'm one of the five leaders of Dauntless, and I'll be overseeing your training with Four."

As he continues to speak she finally looks up, he can feel her green eyes on him. When he looks back at her he feels satisfied by the amount of sheer panic contorting her facial features. "I have a feeling this is going to be a very interesting year," He adds, holding her gaze as the smirk returns. Her cheeks begin to glow red and she looks like she might be sick, although he isn't sure if that's from the obvious panic she is experiencing or the drinking the night before.

Four clears his throat and claps his hands together in front of him, "Enough talk, let's get started! Everybody start running," He orders gesturing to the makeshift track around the edge of the large room.

"For how long?" One of the Candor boys asks.

Eric rolls his eyes, "Until I say you can stop. Go!"

The initiates all start running, Eric watches with a sick smile as the look on Willow's face contorts into one of absolute misery. He watches her make the first couple of laps, slowly falling behind the others before crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"Pick up the pace, Amity! We haven't got all day." Her hands ball into angry fists at her sides and he can tell that he's getting to her, but she grits her teeth and pushes forward. He starts to walk closer to the track, waiting until she is about to pass him before he murmurs, "Maybe if you liked to run as much as you apparently like to drink you'd actually have a shot at becoming Dauntless."

She slows slightly, glancing over her shoulder at him like she is going to start yelling at him, but all she gets out is "I was…" Before nearly being run over by one of the former Candor boys. They topple to the ground as they collide and Eric fights to hide the smirk that's threatening to overtake his face.

He adopts a gruff mask and crosses his tattooed arms over his chest again, "Excuse me, ladies, did I say you could stop?"

They both scramble to their feet, although Willow is quickly shoved back to the ground by the annoyed former Candor before he takes off running again. Eric watches her struggle to her feet again, she definitely looks like she is either going to pass out or puke. Possibly both.

Four starts to walk over to her, but Eric holds up a hand to stop him. "Amity, maybe you didn't get the memo, but running actually requires moving. Go!"

She starts running again and Four shoots him a look, somewhere between disgust and curiosity. "You really want to break her before her first lunch?"

Eric chuckles, clearly Four hasn't heard about the incident in the Pit last night. He has no desire to explain himself to the Stiff, though, so he rolls his eyes, "It's never too early to weed out the weak." He takes another couple steps forward before holding up an arm,

"Everyone stop!" He waits until he sees Willow start to slow down before adding, "Not you, Amity, you've still got a few laps to make up. You too Jarrod

"Jarren," Four corrects from over his shoulder, causing Eric to roll his eyes.

"Whatever," He growls before adding, "Keep going since you can't seem to watch where you're going and run at the same time."

He watches the former Candor who was clearly already pissed off shoot Willow a withering glare before taking off again with a huff. She swallows hard, her hands balled up so tightly that he knuckles are white. She mumbles something under her breath, but she keeps it to herself and continues running. As she passes him he can see that her eyes are red like she's about to cry, about to break down. He should feel bad for her, but she clearly thought she was tough last night when she threw herself at a leader in the midst of the crowded Pit. He's just making sure she learns her place.

"Okay, stop," He yells after a few more moments. His smirk turns to a grimace as she collapses into head a few feet away, promptly emptying the contents of her stomach onto the training room floor. This earns a mixture of soft gasps, snickers, and disgusted groans from the other transfers. Four moves toward her and Eric makes no move to stop him this time; even he can see that he might have overdone it, but showing it is out of the question

"Everyone else with me," He yells before turning on his heal to lead the way to the shooting range. It looks like his newfound source of entertainment won't be here as long as he had hoped. It's actually rather disappointing.