Knives and Legends

by WolvesandDogs

Just a one-shot if there was no war. Dan has to show some bullies what he is made of during knife throwing. The bullies also learn not to mess with him considering his parents are Four and Tris.

"Hey, there is Danny boy!" Luke comes up behind me and raises a knife at me.

When I see the knife coming at me, I duck out of the way and move out of arms length.

"See total coward." Luke says to his lackeys. "You probably won't land a single knife in the target." He scoffs.

I hate him. Every chance he gets, he is trying to beat me into the floor and lower my ranking. He is trying to get power just like Peter.

Peter is one of our Dauntless leaders. I heard that he tried to kill one of the initiates in his class.

"Get throwing!" Shouts a deep voice.

Cowering in fear, everyone listens. The voice does not come from our instructor but from a well respected Dauntless member. Most people think he is a soldier, a prime example of Dauntless, and that is true, but those people also think that he is cold and emotionless. That is a complete and utter lie.

When my little sister broke her arm last year, he was the one to take her to the infirmary. He was also the one who taught me how to throw knives.

To everyone else, he is Four. To me, he is Dad.

I think about when he first taught me how to throw knives as I roll the handle in my fingertips.

"Come on Dan!" I hear Luke taunt.

I smile at my reflection in the steel blade. My blond hair sweeps just over my blue-grey eyes, and I see my hooked nose and spare upper lip. You can't even tell that I am a short teenager in the reflection. Yea, I am five feet six inches, and because I had an early growth spurt, I am done growing. I wouldn't consider myself short, but my dad is six feet tall, so I feel small in comparison.

I smirk into the blade. Then I look up and immediately chuck the knife gracefully at the target. It imbeds, dead center.

I hear a few gasps. They make my smile grow wider.

Someone firmly slaps my back. "Good job son." A deep voice complements.

Looking over my shoulder, I smile at my dad. He has a proud glint in his eye as he moves along the row of initiates.

Everyone is looking at me like I grew a second head. "What?" I snap.

Luke is too stunned to speak, but his buddy Carl asks, "What are you related to Tris too?"

I suppose that was meant as a taunt, but I smoothly reply, "Yea, she is my mom."

Mom is also a well respected member in Dauntless.

They all look baffled. Then Dad shouts, "Pick your chins off the ground and hit the target!" It makes them all jump out of their boots.

This is going to be a good day.