Chapter 19

Chapter 19.

The train moves at a busk pace, the night filled Chicago whizzes past me in a blur of grey steel and glass. I look at the other people on the train, a girl with a completely pierced ear and rings in one of her eyebrows. Lauren I think she is called. Charity talks to Four and Tris, Christina holds hands with her boyfriend, Marlene and Uriah smiling and laughing the way Shayne and Olivia do with each other. I also see the Dauntless born initiates, they are all playing that knife game again a rainbow haired girl has a silver knife rapidly going between her fingers. Eric clasps his hands and walks to the centre of the train. As I look around the train I realise who isn't here no more. Tallahassee, an Erudite transfer, someone from Candor all living on the streets as position which nearly touched me.

"All right as with Dauntless tradition we at this point divide into two teams and we compete in a game of capture the flag." He says holding a red metal gun in his hand. "For this we will be using paint guns, though not lethal treat them as they are real. Ok me and Four are captains. I'll chose first." He says that last bit a little too eargerly has he already thought of a strategy? He moves the beads of his eyes along the room scouring for the best transfer. Please not me, please not me. "Lewis." He says with a little smirk. Four takes his turn. I don't want him to pick me either I can't have him make me lose focus on this mission, I nearly became factionless today I won't get that close again that is a promise. "Connor." He says. Connor raises an eyebrow in shock as he slowly walks over to Four.

A few names are called I feel like I am back at the choosing ceremony instead of me choosing; this time they are choosing me. At this moment Eric has Jessica, Oliver, Lewis, Jason, Peter, Lauren, A few of the Dauntless born and an older girl with afro like hair. It is Four's turn to chose and he has; Connor, Olivia, Christina, Charity, Shayne, Tris (of course) and a few of the Dauntless born initiates.

He moves his around the remaining selection, the people that nobody wants...or the people who don't fit in. I look around the remaining few. Just a scattering of older people, a few of the Dauntless born initiates and me. He finally makes his choice and opens his mouth. "Ruby." he murmurs. Pain dashes through my body from shock. The room has erupted into a chaos of emotions, some smile, some scowl, some even laugh. But it is Eric's evil smile that scares me the most. "Oh I should thank you for picking the weakest one here. Though now at least you can blame someone when you lose. Last year's win was a fluke." Eric slyly speaks.

I watch blood rush to Four's face in anger or embarrasment. Anger presumbly from the fist he has folded his hand into a tight fist. "No. It will look more embarrasing for you when we win. Twice in a row." Four responds, the blood rush in his face has cooled and dissapeered. Some people try not to laugh but to me this isn't a laughing matter. I have seen Marcus's anger first hand, I have felt it. Every time I look at Four get angry I see more of Marcus's blood pour into him. Like father...Like son.