Ordinary Acts of Bravery [A Divergent Fanfic]

Chapter 6 - Capture the flag

Practically simultaneously, they grab onto the side of the train on two different train carts and throw themselves at the side of the train, finding some sort of ground under one of their feet. They had it placed on a small piece of metal sticking out from the side of the train while they hoist themselves up to press a palm against the button that open the door. It's all done in a rather gracefully. I watch them with a bit of admiration as Lauren quickly swings herself up behind Four who had already entered.

Eric remains where he stands for a while longer, clearly enjoying the wind in his hair. I noticed the momentarily closed eyes as his hair whip around his face. He's truly enjoying this. Then he hauls himself inside, not expecting anyone to follow him. I took the underlying challenge and opportunity to show him.

I quickly push forwards, lengthening my legs and ignoring the aching pain in my thighs along the burning sensation in my lungs until I reached the door Eric had gone through. I reach my hand up for the opening, fingers curling around it and holding fast while I yank myself up, finding a little ground under my feet before pulling myself completely inside. I managed to stumble forward, narrowly missing Eric who clearly hadn't expected anyone to follow him. "Not bad, stiff." He scoffed.

Stiff?

The degrading nickname for someone belonging to abnegation. I raised an eyebrow, about to correct him, telling him that I had been erudite but remembered I couldn't have cared less. His insults had no effect on me, or none that I would allow him to see. My lips became a thin line and I turn to Roxy and the others instead. They had just gotten inside the train as well.

Leaning against the back of the train wagon, I feel the low rumble and sway of the train the entire time as it continue into the night bringing us further into the city. When I crossed my arms over my chest, I enabled myself to see the time the watch around my wrist portrayed, 11:45 p.m. that was why it had felt like I had only just turned in for the night. I must've gotten like three hours of sleep, maximum.

I blew out a breath before covering the escaping yawn with the back of my hand, trying not to look too tired when Four stepped up again. "Capture the flag." Four indulged. Once again a few of the dauntless born initiates cheer. They've definitely been looking forwards to this game. "Rules are simple. There will be absolutely no aiming for the head or crotch area." Four instructs while he made certain to gain eye contact with a few of the dauntless born initiates. The trouble makers obviously.

"Weapon of choice." Eric cuts in, holding one off the guns up for everyone to see. He had snatched it from one of the bags he had brought along to the pit, seconds before everyone else had grabbed one. "These contain a neuro-stim dart, they stimulate the pain of a real gunshot wound, though they only last a few minutes." Eric smirked. Once again carrying the evil satisfaction as he carelessly point it around like Isaac had done with the real gun.

"It doesn't even hurt. My sister said so." A dauntless born laugh from my right. It was loud enough for Eric to hear and he shifted his gaze to the dauntless born with a loud scoff. "My sister told me that it was only the stim-darts they used." Everyone looks at him, but Eric doesn't anymore. His hands now folded in front of him, his posture somehow more tense than before, but the tip of the gun is pointed right at the dauntless's thigh.

I notice Eric's jaw clench, a muscle feathering with anger. A warning sign others picked up on as well. Then he grasps the weapon tighter. The weapon shake, the notion barely visible before Eric aims a little higher. Then an evil grin emerges, tugging on the edges of his lips and Eric squeeze his finger around the trigger, actually firing the gun.

The nero-stim dart that emerges and flies towards the thigh of the initiate, was not as big as I had expected. However when it hits, the initiate yelp loudly and jerk back, throwing his back against the side of the train before sliding down to the ground. One of his hands had even tightly grasped his thigh. The small neuro stim dart was sticking out between his fingers as he cried out in pain. The painful yelp he had released made chills go down my spine. I was not looking forwards get hit by one of those.