* Four Months Later *
Goddamn it. I grunted at the situation that we were all in: Eric was on his knees, Four was holding him down with a gun to his head, I was aimed at Four, Tris was aimed at me, and Jean was aimed at Tris.
"(Y/N), it doesn't have to end like this. You can stay with us. We'll keep you safe." Four reassured, not looking at me.
"Who told you I wanted to be safe?" I asked, holding my gun with one hand.
The other held my mask.
"Don't fucking touch her." Eric growled with his hands behind his head.
He's trying to make a plan.
"We don't want to hurt you, (Y/N)." Tris said, still pointing her gun at me.
"If you go with them, (Y/N), they'll kill you." Jean said, glaring at Tris.
I growled. I pointed my gun at Jean making Tris do the same.
"(Y/N), don't do it." Eric growled.
Something inside me broke.
"And why the fuck not?"
"Because if you do that, I'll have to kill you."
I kept silent. He wouldn't. I ignored his threat, shooting at Jean. I shot her in the chest. She'll make it if people get to her in time. That's 'if' they make it. I pointed back at Four.
"Shoot me then."
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Pain Infliction
ActionDarkness is only itself until light breaks through the deep barrier of it's walls. That's the dynamic of Eric Colter and (Y/N) (L/N). Light will not always seep through the thick seems of his darkness; just as well, the darkness will consume any of...
