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The Changing

Chapter 12

Eric leads me to a set of back doors, when he opens them a cool summer breeze blows over me. I smile and look up at him, seeing a similar expression on his face.

“Where are we headed?” I ask, now convinced that my present isn’t on the Dauntless’ ground.

“Right now, to the train. Overall, you’ll see.” He cracks a mischievous smirk at me and nods his head in the direction of the tracks. “Come on.”

We jog to the tracks, slowing as we get closer. “When’s the train supposed to be here?” I ask, not having mesmerized the train schedules just yet.

“Give it a second.” He says crouching down to touch the railings, he motions me forward with his other hand. “Here, feel.”

I reach down and lay my fingers on the thick metal. A small vibration runs up and through my arm. I glance to my left, searching for any other indication that a train could be near. I don’t spot anything for the first few seconds but then a large, silver blob emerges from over the horizon.

“And there’s our ride.” Eric comments, pointing over my shoulder.

The train barrels towards us, slowing down to barely 14 miles an hour for any passengers to jump on or off. Eric runs first pumping his fists as he takes off, his body even with the locomotive. I follow close behind and watch him easily board, seemingly as easy as taking a step up the stairs. My lungs burn as I grab the handle and thrust myself aboard. I sigh as I sit on the floor, needing a break from the intense minute of running that just took place. Eric follows suit and takes a seat to my right, being closest to the open door.

I grin at him, his hair is slowly coming undone from its normal gelled down appearance, hints of small curls poking through. Partnered with his rare smile he seems younger, or more so his own age, no longer a feared leader but a daredevil 19 year old.

“What?” He asks catching my gaze. I look away, focusing on the passing scenery, heat finding it’s way to my cheeks.

“Nothing.” I say shaking my head.

“No, I think it was something what was it?” He comments, nudging me with his shoulder, causing me to lean over slightly.

I cast him my most deadly glare, hoping he gets the concept that I don’t want to talk about this further, but he only laughs at me.

I sigh and throw my hands in the air with defeat. “Fine.” I say, turning my body to face him as I speak. I feel hyper aware of our knees touching, the warmth of his skin, under his pant leg radiating into me. “I was just thinking you look younger.”

He frowns. “I am young.”

It’s my turn to laugh now as I stare at his confused expression. I shake my head.

“No shit.” I say pushing his arm. “I just mean that you’re always so.. stoic. Even with your friend you always seem so uptight, like you have a mask on. But now you actually look your age. Not so much like a soldier.” I look away from his eyes, feeling like I’ve said too much, pried too far.

He only nods and stays quiet for what seems like the longest moment of my life. I’m reminded by the silence that I am merely and initiate, I have no reason to even be allowed out of the compound. Eric finally meets my gaze, speaking up to say, “Its my job to be a soldier, not to play nice. That’s why in public, with most people, I am a leader and nothing else.” I understand his words and the need for a cover of sorts, a public persona. I nod in understanding. Dauntless is full people who will walk all over you given the chance, you have to be tough to command an army. “However,” He says, turning his body to face me more. “I don’t think that necessarily makes me look 40.” He quirks a smile at his own comment and I giggle.

“I never said you looked 40.”

“Ahh,” He raises his finger in the air. “ But it was implied.” I shake my head, laughing more.

“No, it wasn’t. I just meant that you look different. Not like a normal 19 year old.”

“Mhmm.” He hums, not fully believing me. He turns his head to look out the door and I follow his glance. Decrepit buildings fly past us, the train taking us further than I’ve ever been. I half stand, half shimmy my way to the opening, trying to get closer to the passing scenery. I toss my legs over the side of the cart, letting them hang in the harsh wind, tilting more to the right.

“So.” Eric says, moving to mimic my position. “Tell me about yourself.” He says. I laugh, surprised that Eric, the feared Dauntless leader, wants to talk about anything other than how sloppy my left hook is.

“What do you want to know?” I ask, watching him as he leans back his muscular figure, his end position being fully in his back, staring up at the train’s roof.

“Whatever you’ll tell me.” He replies, not giving me much to go off of. I grown inwardly.

“Um, Okay.” I rack my brain for anything to tell him, forgetting everything about myself. “When I was five I broke my toe.” I say.

He lifts his head slightly, giving me an unreadable glare. “How?” He questions.

“Well,” I say, picking lint off of my shirt. “I was helping this old lady carry her groceries to her house, I was only carrying the bread, but I still felt like I had the most important job in the world.” I smile at the thought. “Anyways, I was walking down the streets, and there was a huge pothole in front of me. I was so infatuated with this damn loft of bread and keeping it safe that I walked straight into the hole. I inevitably fell on my face, somehow in the process breaking my toe on my right foot and smashing the bread.” He laughs beside me. “I just remember crying and having to be taken to the hospital in Erudite. I think that my mom even bought the lady a new loft of bread when we got home.” This causes him to laugh even more, sitting up to face me.

“Sometimes I forget you were a Stiff.” He says smiling at me.

I grin, unsure of how to reply to his comment. “You’re turn. Tell me something about you.” I comment.

He shrugs his shoulders. “What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’ll tell me.” I say mimicking his earlier comment. I face the outdoors again, the sun blinding me in the process.

“My favorite color is black.” He says. I scoff at his so called admittance, my head snapping to face him.

“No.” I shake my head.

“What?” He questions, acting as if he doesn’t realize this isn’t how this ‘game’ is going.

“That doesn’t mean anything, or tell me anything about you. Try again.” I says, waving my hand at him.

He sighs, “Fine.” He stays quiet for a moment, and I hope it’s because he’s thinking of a legitimate confession.

He stands abruptly, dusting off the nonexistent dirt from his pants. I stare up at him.

“It’s time to jump off.” He says.

If he thinks he’s getting out is telling me something he’s wrong.

•••

We walk for what feels like hours but when I glance at my watch it’s only been 10 minutes. The heat of the soon to be setting sun burns down on me, hitting my back.

“You promise you’re not taking me somewhere just to murder me, and then dump my body?” I ask Eric, breaking the silence that had fallen over us since we jumped from the train, only half joking. He chuckles from beside me. He still keeps his rigid posture, and other than his hair which has managed to get even messier in our travel, one would never have been able to notice that we’ve been walking for so long just by looking at him. I however must look the complete opposite, I feel myself slouching more by the minute and my back and neck hold a thin sheet of sweat over them.

“No I won’t murder you. Just give it a minute.” He says, looking over at me, one eye squinting in order to block out the sun. “Better yet,” He interjects. “Close your eyes.” I look at him like he’s crazy.

“Why?” I ask, my voice notably higher than it was moments ago. I trust Eric, at least enough to bring me into the middle of nowhere with only a small book bag slung over his shoulder, but even now I could escape. I could run to the train, or if need be further into the ruins. But with my eyes closed I lose my small edge on him. I shrug my shoulders, figuring that I’m just paranoid, that I should put my faith in him. Sighing loudly I concede.

“Fine.” I say, and place my hand over my eyes, my vision becomes one blurry black and red blob. I feel Eric wrap his arm over my shoulder in an effort to guide me.

We continue our walk for a few more minutes before we come to a stop, I have the urge to uncover my eyes but I decided quickly that it would be best to just wait for Eric to give me the go ahead.

“So,” he speaks from beside me, his voice seemingly deeper with his proximity, a smile finds its way to my face.

“Yes?” I ask.

“You’re not afraid of heights right?” He asks and I gasp, nearly lowering my hand to see just what could be in front of me. However my wrist is gripped tightly and held in place before I can go through with my actions.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He says chastising me like a toddler. “Answer the question first.”

Impatience flares up inside me and I want nothing more than to see what I know must be in front of me.

“No, I’m not afraid of heights.”

He sighs, his chest loosening next to me. “Perfect.” He says, slowly lessening his grip on my hand. “Because if you were than this would have never worked.” With this he releases my hand and I let it fall.

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden change of light and I stare up in front of me. A large building unlike any other I’ve ever seen stands before me, it’s nearly completely intact windows gleam the sun’s setting rays at me and I swear I must squeal. I turn to face Eric a wild smile on my face, astonishment and admiration coarse through my veins.

“You did not!” I nearly scream.

He gives me a cocky smirk, knowing he did well, but I don’t even mind his silent boasting. “Oh my gosh!” I say facing the magnificent building again for a second before I bring my attention back to him. “This is amazing thank you.” I say and give him a hug. He tenses up under me but only for a short period of time, quickly relaxing into the display of gratitude, hugging me momentarily back. When I pull away I’m sure that my cheeks must be blushing because I can feel the heat that has begun to reside there, but I don’t care.

“Can we go in now?” I ask, already starting to walk closer to the building. He simply nods and gives me a full toothed smile.

“Go ahead.” He says.

•••

Eric -being who he is- has already turned on an elevator so once we entered the building we were able to make it to the top floor no problem. The inside of the building is cleared, but debris is piled in the corners of the room. The elevator ride is a short and silent one, full of me tapping my fingers on my leg, and rocking back and forth on my heels. Anticipation coursing through my veins.

The elevator doors open with a ‘bing’ and I’m the first one out. As I walk into the room my jaw drops. The entire wall in front of me is composed of glass panels, allowing us to see over the entire city, with a gorgeous sunset above. I let my fingers touch the window, as if I’d be able to feel the sun and wind from the outside in. I’m nearly lost in the sights when Eric clears his throat from behind me. I turn around and am greeted by a picnic set up.

A thin black and gray blanket is draped over the floor, on top of it sits sandwiches, a thermos, and bottles of water. I smile down at his figure, him matching my expression. I take my seat, my arm brushing Eric’s as I do.

“So.” He says, facing me. “Good present? Or what?”

“It’s amazing. Honestly.” I say and reach for a sandwich, taking a bite of the somehow cool peanut butter and jelly.

He nods, styling a smug smile. In the time that it’s taken us to get to the top floor and eating he has managed to tame his hair back to its original state. I internally curse him for it.

“We have this place for an hour, but after that trainees are going to use it as a mock-raiding facility.” I sigh, disappointed but understanding that it’s impossible for us to have such a building to ourselves.

“What the scary Dauntless leader couldn’t get the place for any longer.” I tease him.

He shakes his head at me. “First of all, I’m not scary, at least you haven’t seen be be scary. And secondly, we could have had the place longer but you took forever to take down Tristan.”

I scoff, pushing his shoulder lightly. “That’s such a lie! I took him down in no time. He could barely touch me!”

“Yeah and that’s why you have this.” He says and reaches to touch my jaw. His calloused fingers lightly graze my bruised skin, causing a tingle of pain to shoot through me. I wince slightly but don’t move away.

“Casualties.” I say, my voice barely a whisper. In seconds Eric has moved forward, his breath coating my face with each exhale. He moves his hand from my jaw down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers play with my collarbone, dancing over it gently.

If we were in Abnegation right now we would have been caught and punished by now. My breath hitches when he makes his way back up, stoping when his hand has reached the back of my neck, grasping my hair slightly. My heart rate is so fast that I feel like I might explode.

Against my brain’s better judgement I move in further, staring into his steel grey eyes, the irises growing darker and wider by the second. His lips graze against mine and another round of chills washes over me.

“Eric?” I squeak, brushing closer to his, but stiff in every other way.

“Mhmm?”

“You know how you said you weren’t scary?”

“I can recall that yeah.” He replies, his other hand now coming to grip my waist, pulling me towards him.

“Well that’s a lie.” With this I summon all of my courage, pushing away the strict upbringing I’ve been through. I push my lips against his, unskillfully trying to get closer.

He grabs me and places me on top of his lap, so I’m straddling him, he kisses me deeper, more skilled than I. A soft moan escapes me when he bites my lower lip, his tongue gaining entry to my mouth.

I push myself further into him, not allowing a single inch to be left between us. My fingers run through his hair. Though his skin is touching mine, burning through me, I can’t get close enough. He grunts and something runs through me, heat coursing over my body. I pull away, needing air but feeling scared of going too far, too far that I can’t come back. He looks up at me lust glazing his eyes over.

“I don’t want to go too fast.” I whisper, nuzzling my head into the gap between his shoulder and neck.

He plants a gentle kiss into my hair. “Okay. We can do this however you like.” I nod and place a small kiss onto his neck. I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around him fully, pulling him flush with my body.

I know. I KNOW! It’s been FOREVER!!

But I’m here now and I hope you enjoyed! I’m already working on the next chapter, and this upcoming week should be way calmer than the last few that I’ve been having.

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