I do not own Divergent or its characters.

The first few days felt awkward as if they had forgotten all about him, an Amity boy or girl came by bringing him food once a day guarded by a former Dauntless soldier. He tried talking to them but they didn't exchange any words or glances even, quickly putting down the tray with a jug of water and some bread. He had tried climbing up the wall towards the small window but it was too high up. He couldn't hear anything from outside, or inside the building for that matter. It seemed they had found him an abandoned prison all to himself, except he was locked into this small cell.

When Four stepped into view behind the metal bars Eric smirked, "Well well, what a pleasant sight, Four is condescending to visiting me."

The other man had a smug grin on his lips, "Get up."

Slowly Eric rose and stepped towards the bars. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," he instructed and Eric hesitated but did as he was told.

He heard a handcuff click on his right wrist the metal cold against his skin. Four grabbed his other hand and pulled him back forcefully and Eric frowned when he felt the bars press into his back. Then the other handcuff clicked in place and he made a move to step away from the bars but the noise of metal against metal made his whole body tense. Four had restrained him to one of the bars.

He glared at the other man over his shoulder and wondered what he was up to, swallowing the tiny lump of unease as Four unlocked the door and stepped inside the cell. Eric's glare turned into a smirk and he was just going to sneer a cocky remark when suddenly Four punched him into his stomach sending the air from his lungs. He bent over to ease the pain only to be reminded that the handcuffs were holding him in place.

Eric looked up to see Four clenching his fist growling down at him, "I was this close to ending your pitiful life." Eric chuckled darkly, "Until your girlfriend foiled your plan, huh?"

Four didn't answer, instead he smashed his fist across Eric's jaw, his body twisting to the side. He suppressed a groan when he tried to bring up his hands to his face and he heard the metallic clink of the small chain between the handcuffs.

"You deserve to die," he growled venom dripping off of each word.

Eric gritted his teeth, he didn't want to give Four the satisfaction of seeing him being weak. "Is that all you got?" he spat out looking up at Four.

"What is it that Jeanine wanted from Tris? What kind of test was she going to put her through?"

Exhaling slowly Eric fixated his glare at Four, "I don't know, I don't care." He brought up his knee in defense when he saw the next blow coming but Four pushed it down and punched him in the ribs.

Grimacing he straightened and snapped, "What is wrong with you? Is your girl not into this kind of stuff so you have to let it out on me?"

He knew it was coming before it did but his restraints made it impossible to duck, he felt his nose crunch when the other man's fist connected with his face and he dropped to his knees, the horizontal metal strut preventing him from toppling over completely.

Four bent down, "You are pathetic!" he drawled close to his ear and Eric spat out to the floor, blood coming from his mouth. And from the droplets of blood coming from his nose he could tell that it was bleeding as well.

"Four!" The voice suddenly startled both of them and Four jumped up in surprise to see Tris who stood behind the bars an incredulous expression on her face, "What are you doing?"

"Interrogating our prisoner." Eric wanted to snort but winced at the pain in his face.

"It looks more like you are torturing him." At that Eric straightened up as best as the handcuffs would let him and got a smug grin on his face showing his blood stained teeth, "I'm fine."

Tris looked at him seeing that his gaze was directed straight ahead a rivulet of blood trailing down from his nose to his chin.

She frowned back at Four, "Get out," she simply instructed.

Eric as well as Four noticed the harshness in her voice but Four didn't move. Her voice remained dangerously calm when she spoke again, "Get out now."

Four hesitated just a moment longer before stepping out of the cell and his retreating footsteps could be heard as he made his way out the building but it took a few more seconds before Tris stepped into the cell.

Eric tried to look up at her but she was already kneeling right in front of him. His cloudy grey eyes met her concerned green ones and she looked at him almost as if searching for something in his eyes.

"I am going to remove the handcuffs," she said calmly and showed him a small device. He looked at the object for a second with a sour expression, she was the one to tase him succeeding to capture him.

Her compassion was replaced by a stern glare and she tapped her finger warningly against the Taser, "If you move I am going to use it and you already know how that feels."

Eric gulped nodding and she moved to his side opening the handcuffs. He nearly fell forward when his hands were free noticing just how weak he got from eating close to nothing the last few days. Bracing himself with one hand to the ground he moved to get up when he felt her hand grabbing at the crook between his biceps and forearm. But with an annoyed huff he shook her off.

Tris looked at his back a frown forming on her face as Eric walked over to the sink. Turning on the faucet he washed the blood from his face while Tris turned around and locked the door. But she didn't go yet staring at Eric's back.

When he was done washing his face he grabbed the towel and dried his face, carefully examining whether the bleeding from his nose had stopped, seeing that it hadn't quite yet he pressed the cloth to his nose.

Turning around he saw that Tris was still standing there watching him.

Before he could open his mouth she stated, "You are going to stay here for a while longer."

He averted his eyes to the towel, once more checking on the amount of blood which was decreasing, "I figured as much."

Pressing the fabric to his nose again he returned his eyes to her to see a strange look of concern in her features. "As much as I know you deserve this, I think it is no solution. But you should realize that what you have done to innocents cannot go without punishment."

He clenched his hands into fists at that, looking down in defiance and in a small tone he defended himself, "I didn't torture anyone..."

Tris chuckled strangely at that, "No, you only helped in the complot to kill thousands of innocents."

Eric looked up to meet her glare scowling back at her, "I didn't have a choice."

She bit her lips and her voice was calm when she spoke, "You always have a choice." In an undertone of peevishness she grit out, "Just like I chose to stop your execution."

His jaw clenching and unclenching he watched her turn and walk away. He slumped down on the cot throwing the towel forcefully at the wall, releasing an angry growl of frustration.