READ THIS! Warning, some of these scenes did not happen in the book. And there is slight OC. Anyhow, the last part may be confusing if you haven't read the book. You have been warned...
Her.
That's the one. The transfer from Abnegation. She has pale blond hair and big childlike eyes. If anything, she belonged in Abnegation. But, a small part of me does not agree with the statement I just made. I found her slightly interesting. Pretty, even.
And so did he.
Four. I catch him sneaking glances at her more than any of the other initiates. It's almost as if he sees her as a Dauntless born initiate. Which is far away from the truth.
"Tomorrow is the last day of stage one." Eric, a Dauntless leader announces. "You will resume fighting. Today, you will learn to aim. Everyone get three knives. And pay attention while Four demonstrates the proper method for throwing them." No one moves a muscle.
"Now!" Everyone scampers away to reach for knives. The knives are light, almost paper light, but with more weight. If I were to throw this dagger right now, it would be thrown lightly. I would let the weight do the rest.
We all watch in silence as Four throws a knife. Then another. Every time he hits the target, we hear a loud bang and he exhales.
"Line up!"
So we do. As soon as my hand touches the cold metal dagger, my chest is thumping and I can hear the pounding through my ears. The blade is meant for me, but it doesn't feel right to me at the same time. I pick up the knife and try to ignore the pounding of my heart. Instead of me throwing it, it slips. So, instead, I get another knife, trying to calm my heart rate. I don't bother copying Four's position because of my nerves rattling everywhere. And before I know it, the knife hits the top of target, then bounces off.
When the pressure of throwing knives my way, fades, I copy Four's position and inhale. When I throw the knife lightly, it doesn't go far enough. I throw my final knife and it hits the board, but not the target.
I suck at this. I really do.
I take my anger out on one of the weakest initiates I know.
"I think the Stiff's taken too many hits too the head!" I yell, making sure she hears it. "Hey Stiff, remember what a knife is?"
She hears, but ignores me, and throws a knife. It hits the target, but doesn't stick. Even though it wasn't inside the target, she was the first one to hit it. She smirks and replies, "Hey, Peter, remember what a target is?" Christina chuckles and throws a knife. This one hits the target.
Four lifts his hand, looking Tris in the eye, and throws the knife. It's almost as if it never happened, when the knife is out of his hand. She doesn't flinch, but closes her eyes. I'm surprised, and frightened at the same time. Frightened for her. But, Four knows what he's doing, he wouldn't hurt her. "You about done, Stiff?" Four asks, almost tauntingly. "No."
"Eyes open, then." He taps his forehead and passes a knife from his left hand to his right. She looks at him, moving her hands to her sides, and Four throws another knife. This one is closer to her head. It's practically in her hair. "Come on, Stiff, let someone else take your place."
"Shut up, Four!" He throws another knife and it tears some skin off of her ear. It bleeds and it turns her hair from blonde to brown. "I would love to stay and see if the rest of you are as daring as she is, but I think that should be enough." Says Eric calmly, and say something to her too low for me to hear.
Everyone walks out and so do I. But I stay longer than the other initiates. I stay long enough to hear a scream and Four storms out. I creep back into the training room and see Tris wiping blood from her ear. Before I say anything, she knows I'm there.
"Get out." She says, turning around. Even with her nicked ear, and bloody hair, she still looks pretty. "Now, do you really expect me to leave?" I reply, stepping further into the training room. "On second thought, you're right, I'll leave."
"Wait," Just as she is about to leave, I block the door with my body. "Here," I reach in my pocket and pull out a napkin. "It's not used." I continue. She looks at the napkin, then at me, then at the napkin again. It's as if she's debating whether to take the napkin or not. "Thanks..." She says slowly as she accepts the napkin, and looks me in the eye.
When she does, I'm in a daze. Her eyes aren't just big and childlike anymore. They're small, and have an almond shape. "You're pretty,"
It takes only a second to realize what I just said.
Shock registers on her face and she turns crimson red. She moves my arm and walks out the door, leaving the napkin and blood dropping. And for a moment, I don't regret what I said.
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