The "Pit" was crowded, the sound of punches, screams and clashing steel echoed in your ears. A week ago you were in the Dauntless faction, facing hard training and challenging your own limits. Eric, the ruthless instructor, was the worst of them all. His orders were brutal, and he always seemed to be looking for a mistake, a weakness to exploit.
That morning, as sweat ran down your face and your muscles burned with exertion, Eric approached you with that arrogant, cruel look that you had learned to hate.
"Are you tired, newbie? Maybe Dauntless isn't the place for you."
You took a deep breath, feeling the anger rising, but you maintained control. I couldn't give in to provocations. With your eyes locked on his, you responded firmly. βIβm still standing, arenβt I?β
Eric gave a disdainful smile before walking away, but the discomfort remained. After your grueling training sessions, all you wanted was a shower to wash away the sweat and tension of the day.
When you arrived at your dorm, the refreshing water soothed your aching muscles, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Quickly getting dressed, ready for some rest, she heard a strange sound. A chill ran down his spine as the bedroom door was abruptly opened.
Eric stood there, his expression full of suppressed rage. "I know what you and Four are hiding about," he growled, crossing his arms.