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The Journey	By : beautifullysevere Category: A through F > Divergent (series) > Divergent (series) Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Based on the world of Divergent, which I do NOT own. Anything familiar is clearly not mine. The rest is mine though, so please don't use it without my knowledge. Thank you. Also, no money/profit is made from this story.

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She woke up to a hand striking her across the face. It took her only a few seconds to regain her composure from the instant anger that the man standing in front of her had caused by his rude awakening. She was inside a tent, her hands bound to a pole. Quickly assessing the situation she was in as best she could she realized that the idiots that took her hadn't removed her boots. She knew there was a small knife in her right boot. She knew that she could get to it, she was extremely flexible after all, but she couldn't do it with someone watching. They hadn't bound her feet and she needed to keep it that way, so while she wanted desperately to kick the man in front of her she didn't. Not wanting to draw attention the fact that her feet weren't bound.
"So Princess, what should we do with you?" the large and dirty man asked her. Freya just glared at him in return. "Killing you is probably out, wouldn't want Dauntless coming after us more than they already do. Keeping you forever is equally as dangerous. No. I think we'll sell you back to Dauntless. The King will pay well for you. Until then though...I think we might have a bit of fun, what do you say Princess?"
"No.," she said as calmly as possible.
He walked towards her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head towards his face. With his mouth against her ear he whispered to her "Come now Princess, the things I could do to this body, you'll enjoy it I promise." He pulled back slightly looking at her, then ran a hand down her side. She snapped her head forward quickly, effectively breaking his nose and making him stumble backward slightly.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." She growled at him.
"You cunt!" He yelled and smacked her across the face. "I will do whatever the fuck I want to you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it...Princess" he spat. He punched her several times, in the sides and stomach. It took everything in her not to fight back. She could take a beating. It was wiser for her to just take it until he left so she could escape. He hit her one more time on the side of the head. Normally a blow like that would have knocked her out, but she managed to turn her head just enough for him to miss the spot he aimed for. She let her body go limp, hoping that he would leave if he thought she was unconscious. She gave a mental sigh of relief when he walked out of the tent. She gave it a few more minutes before she opened her eyes and decided to retrieve the knife and get to work.
Eric counted ten men in the camp, plus the man that appeared to be the leader that just walked out of a tent with bloody hands. Eric growled that must be where they are keeping her. He waited for the leader to return and go back into the tent, he would fight him last but he needed to make quick work of the rest of the factionless. He silently killed seven of them before the rest knew what was happening. He wasn't lucky enough to go unnoticed forever though and was soon in an intense battle with three men just outside the leader's tent.
He finished the final man off, luckily he had sustained very little injuries in the battle. Why hasn't the leader come out? Surely the fucker heard the fight. Get in there now! Eric was just about to enter the tent when he heard her. Yes! She's alive!
The leader had returned to the tent just as Freya had cut the last strand of rope. She let her hands appear to still be bound. She would need the element of surprise to win this. He approached her, standing close enough to her that she could smell him.
"One more chance to do this willingly Princess," he said in what she assumed he thought was his seductive voice. His hand reached out and touch the side of her neck, slowly sliding down her body.
"I said, don't fucking touch me. I'm not yours to have, I belong to another and no one but him will ever touch me, factionless." she spat at him then brought her hands down to wrap around the back of his head. The shock of her escape was evident on his face and his momentary stunned state allowed her to pull his head down to her knee. He dropped to the ground, still alert but in too much pain to really move and the blood pouring out of his face was blinding him.
Freya took the opportunity to kick him between the legs. He turned his head and threw up. She took her knife and sat on his chest, holding it to his throat.
"I tried to tell you not to touch me factionless, now you'll never touch another woman ever again. Enjoy hell," she said as she slowly inserted her blade into the side of his neck, dragging out his pain as much as she dared before hitting the artery she was looking for. She watched the life leave his body, savoring every second of it. Once he was gone she stood and wiped her blade on her pants. "Now how the fuck am I going to make it out of camp without being seen?" She whispered to herself.
"Don't worry Princess, I cleaned up the mess outside for you," Eric said. He had seen and heard the entire encounter. He was always surprised by the venom that coursed through her in battle. He rushed over to her, placing his hands on the side of her face. Looking her over for injuries. "Are you ok?" he asked, unable to mask his concern.
She wasn't surprised that he had come for her. It was his duty to ensure her safety. However, the fear in his voice, the concern for her well being did shock her.
"Yes, I'm alright Eric...maybe a few broken ribs and some scrapes and bruises, but I'm alright." He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and rested his forehead against hers. In that moment he realized how much she truly meant to him. He couldn't deny his feelings for her any longer, couldn't convince himself that she was just a mission and his Princess anymore. She was everything to him.
He was about to kiss her, to show her exactly how he felt but then her words to the factionless replayed in his head. '...I belong to another and no one but him will ever touch me....' She wasn't his either. Reluctantly he released her. "Come on Princess, let's get you bandaged up."
Eric tended to her wounds in a very detached and clinical manner and then they were on their way. He refused to allow her to carry her gear no matter how much she tried to convince him that she was perfectly capable of doing so. They walked in near silence, he seemed too focused to want to speak. So she was left to overthink their interaction in that tent. He sounded so scared, so concerned that I was injured. I swear he was going to kiss me. Why didn't he? Was he only concerned about me because I'm the Princess? No. I know I mean more to him....don't I? Maybe I don't.
They only had to walk a couple hours before making it to a small village of Abnegation. Of course, they were more than willing to give horses to Eric and Freya. From the village, it was only going to be a day's ride to the hub. Unfortunately, with the broken ribs that the medic at the village confirmed, they had to ride at a slower pace. Turning their one day ride into two. It was two of the longest days of her life. Eric seemed to revert back to his old self a bit. Not wanting to talk to her and remain as distant as possible while still ensuring that she wasn't aggravating her injuries.
They were almost to the hub, she could see it in the distance. The closer they got the slower she wanted to ride. She wanted to know what Eric was thinking. What he felt for her. She suspected that he cared about her, but she couldn't be sure. She needed to know though. When she returned to Dauntless she knew that there would be a ball in her honor. It was tradition. A celebration of her accomplishment and for her to meet all her potential mates in Dauntless. She wasn't a fan of being the center of attention but the ball was inescapable. If she could just talk to Eric before, see how he felt, she would be so much more at ease.
"Eric?"
"Yes, Princess?"
"Can I....can we...can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Do you...I mean....what do you think of me?" she knew she should be more specific but she couldn't get the words to come out.
"Why does it matter?" Eric asked.
"Umm, well because you are the first Dauntless besides Niru that I've spent any real time within the last six years," she said, knowing that she was backing down from what she really wanted to know.
"You're strong Princess. You're calm, smart, and capable. You'll make a great Queen one day." He said simply as if giving an assessment to an initiate.
She didn't know what else to say. She was brave, but Eric made her feel weak. No, not weak, scared. He scared her. His inevitable rejection scared her. So she decided that best way to handle it was to just let him go. She had convinced herself out of fear that he didn't want her the way she wanted him. At most, he found her attractive, maybe considered her a friend when he was in a good mood. That's all the more she would ever have from him.
"Thanks, Eric, for everything. If it's ok with you I would love to train with you when we return. I feel like I could learn even more from you than I did from Niru." She wanted any excuse to be able to be near him. Probably not the healthiest idea considering one day she would have to choose a mate and it wouldn't be him, but she didn't care.
"I'm at your service as always Princess." Fuck! Can't she just leave me be? She belongs to Niru. Why can't she just call him back to Dauntless to continue her training? I need to request to be sent back out to the Elite Guard as soon as I get back.
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