ALRIGHT HERE IT IS! THE MUCH ANTICIPATED FOUR ERIC STORY! I'M POSTING THIS AS MY FINAL GOOD BYE UNTIL SEPTEMBER WHEN I RETURN BACK TO FANFICTION. THANKS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO SUPPORTED ME AND REVIEWED ALL MY STORIES. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.
It was just training. That's all it was. What I thought was a bond, a relationship, an affair was nothing more than an exercise. A drill. Preparation for the actual test. But I forgot it was a game and fell for its tricks.
I closed the knife's handle in my hand. I looked at the target and closed my eyes. I breathed in deeply. The target is my enemy. It will kill me if it could. Aim. Breathe Release. I positioned the knife over my shoulder and looked at the target one last time. I exhaled again and flung the knife. The knife stuck at the corner of the target barely making it to the outer ring. Damn. Missed again. I went back to the board to retrieve the knife when I heard the slam of the training room door. I turned around and I groan. Ugh. Him. Four was standing near the door, grilling me. I went back to my spot to try again. I threw the knife again but this time it hit the wall. I cursed. Four gave a throaty chuckle. I whipped my head and glared at him.
"Got something to say Stiff?"
He had a slick smirk on his face. He walked towards me. He grabbed one of the knives. He closed his eyes and then inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes, picked up his arm and threw the knife so fast I saw a blur. And when I looked at the target their it was, dab center in the red. Damn. How did he do that? I tried looked at him without showing my awe. I failed.
Four looked at me. " You liked that huh? You see the trick is to flick your wrist. Don't throw it with your forearm."
I must of looked confused.
"Here. Take the knife. Lift it up so the tip of the blade matches matches with your eye level." He got behind me and with his left hand, he grabbed my left arm and lifted it up. I tensed up. Was he really touching me? Who gave him authorization to do so? What makes him think I want his help? However, I didn't pull away. He whispered in my lips nearly touching my earlobe. " Take a deep breath. Relax your shoulders. Line the knife with the target. Then flick your wrist." I did what he said.
This time the knife hit the second circle outside the bullseye. I felt a mix of relief and elation. "Better", he complimented his lips still near my ear. By now my heart was pounding, beating uncontrollably. What is going on with me? Why am I feeling this way? It's just Four. I couldn't come up with an explanation for my sudden feelings so I reacted the way I could best possibly handle the situation. I became insolent.
"What the hell Stiff? Get off me!" I shoved his arm and he got off me. "Do you have a touching disorder that you have to be so close to me? Are you like, into me or something?" Four remained quiet. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor. Then finally he said something. It came out in a whisper. "What if I was?"
He looked at me with those cold piercing blue eyes. I always wondered what they saw. How different they were from mine. Then I made my way down to his lips. His lips are so full. The corners of his mouth turn down naturally like he has something to say but was to shy or sad to do so. His long dark hair just flopped the right way. I realized that I staring at him. Now I was quiet. Because what if I was too?