Pain Infliction

Pawn

While she was occupied with Eric, I pushed the table forward and moved my body forward also, meaning that my foot hit her chin when it was stretched out and the other bent some. She was pushed back by the force, landing on her ass. I turned around to see her form. Brunette, female, green eyes, sharp jawline. She looks quite young to be a Factionless and too healthy.

Rebellion. I got out my knife, twisting it in one hand.

"Do we tie her up?" Peter asked behind Eric.

I shook my head. I put my pointing finger to my head.

"She's smart." Eric translated for me.

She's highly smart. She waited the moment I was thinking, she patted me down correctly. She's got to be Divergent.

"So we kill her?" Peter asked.

I nodded, bending down.

"Wait, you don't have to do this." She delayed her murder.

"And why is that, Factionless?" Eric insulted.

"You can come with me, (Y/N)," She said, ignoring Eric, "You can be safe and you don't have to fight anymore."

I paused crawling over to her, catching Eric's attention.

She nodded, putting her hand in front of her, "At the rebellion, everyone knows your name. We all want you there, especially Evelyn. She wants you and Four."

"You don't know me." I encountered, my voice raspy.

"Yes we do. We know all about you and your past, (Y/N).. You were hurt by an ex-lover. Now, you silently cry at night because you miss him."

I growled, throwing myself onto her, I put my knife on her throat and my hand beside her head, balancing myself.

"You don't know a damn thing about me. He wasn't my lover.. He was a pawn." I growled in her ear, cutting half of her neck.

"I suffer, now you do the same." I muttered, getting up.

I wiped her disgusting blood on my pants, making a mental reminder to burn them after this mission. I looked up at the boys. Peter was shocked and worried. Eric's face stayed stone cold, but he looked worried.

"You have anger issues." Peter muttered out.

"And you don't?" I growled, finally speaking to the boy directly.

He shrugged at my point, putting his knife up. The air was silent, except for the girl choking on her own blood. She gagged and grabbing my foot, trying to catch my attention. I ignored her, only staring at Eric's tattoos. I've always wondered what they stood for. Finally, after about three minutes, her grabbing was over with along with her gagging.

She took her final breath (or gag) of Earth and died. Even though, the job was done, we kind of stood there. Peter staring at me, Eric staring at me, and me staring at Eric's tattoos.

"Maybe.. we should go. It's getting dark." Peter spoke up.