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chapter 7

I walk into training the next day with an untouched chocolate muffin.

"Stiff no food in the training room." Eric shouts. I whimper as I stare longingly at the muffin. I was running late today and barely managed to swipe it before I had to go. Slowly and painfully I move to the bin, closing my eyes as I drop it in. I return to the other initiates with tears in my eyes. As Eric goes over the plans for today. "Tomorrow is the last day of stage one. You will resume fighting then, today you will learn how to aim. Everyone pick up three !" He says gruffly. I trudge to the knives mopping as I Grab them.

"He's in a bad mood." Chris mumbles.

"Who cares?" I groan. Chris looked at me like I was unrecognizable. But I didn't care I just took my place with the other initiates as we watched Four demonstrate how to aim and throw the knives. The frown never leaving my face. "Line up!" Eric shouts. I take my time getting in to place then stand and get used to the weight of the knives.

"Hey stiff the aims to throw them." Peter taunts. I just give him the finger, too annoyed to argue. I throw the knife. It lands directly in the center of the bulls eye. I throw the other two each landing a millimeter away from the first. But I don't care. I just want my muffin. A half hour later I'm still wallowing in self pity, and Al is the only one who has not hit the target. The next time he tries, he misses. Eric walks towards him. "How slow are you candor? Do you need glasses?" Al cringes as he takes aim again and misses a second time. "What was that initiate?" Eric screams as he moves his face closer to Als. I pull my hands into fists. My knuckles going white from the pressure. "It slipped." Al says.

"Go get it." He hisses. Staring at the initiates. "Keep throwing." And people do as commanded.

"Go get it? But people are still throwing." Al pales.

"So?"

"So I don't want to get hit."

"Go get your knife." Eric orders.

"No." Al says.

Eric examines Als face. "Why? Are you afraid?"

"Of being stabbed by an airborne knife? Yes. Yes I am."

"Everyone stop!" Eric shouts. "Everyone out of the ring." We all do so quickly. "You." He points to Al. "Stand in front of the target." Al walks to the target trembling. Eric looks behind his shoulder searching for someone. "Four give me a hand here." Four looks up, dark circles and fatigue mask his face showing he's as tired as we all are.

"You're going to stand there while he throws knives, until you learn not to flinch." Eric tells Al menacingly. Four scratches his eyebrow with a knife before asking

"Is this really necessary?" He sounds bored but his body seems to be the opposite. He seems tense. I can't say I blame him.

"I have the authority here." Eric states. Four sighs and heads towards the target. As he goes into position I lose control.

" ." I say. Four turns his face in my direction as he spins the knife in the air. He gives me a hard look and I give it back crossing my arms. "Any idiot can stand in front of the target. It proves nothing. Only that you're bullying us and if I remember that's an sign of cowardice."

"Then it should be easy for you to take his place." Eric smiles. I just shrug as I walk to the target and relieve Al, who looked like he was about to pee his pants. And here I thought I'd stop having to take other peoples punishments when I joined dauntless. What a joke. I lean against the target with one leg against it. From previous experience I know you can still get a victory from this sort of thing. And looking like I couldn't care less about the knives would be mine.

"If you flinch." Four says slowly. "Al takes your place." I nod as Four's face takes on the serious expression he has when concentrating. He pulls his arm back and throws the Knife landing with a thud by my cheek.

"You about done stiff?" Four asks. I bring my hand up examining my nails.

"Nope, you?" I see him shake his head a smile on his face.

"Eyes open then." I stare into his eyes as he tosses the dagger between his hands and that's when it clicks. He throws the second knife, it lands slightly above my head. I feel it. Close but not close enough. He has good aim I'll give him that.

"If you cut my hair I will ruin you." I threaten. He raises an eyebrow.

"Come on stiff, let someone else stand there and take it." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, that'll happen. Just hurry up, I'm bored." He turns the knife in his hand before he pulls his arm back, letting the knife fly. This time when it hits the board my ear feels wet and from the look he's giving me, he did it on purpose.

"Well I'd love to stay and see if the rest of you are as brave as she is," Says Eric. "But I think that's enough for today." Everyone turns to leave but I still have a grudge that I'm not rid of. This man has bullied us, screamed at us, made Christina hang from the chasm and almost made Al be used as target practice. Before I can stop myself I yell.

"Hey Eric what about a deal?" Everyone turns back around at this.

Eric smiles "And what kind of deal is that stiff?" I use my trademark innocent face before saying.

"Four throws a knife right at me, if I catch it I get to throw it at you and you have to buy me a muffin." Eric looks skeptical.

"And what happens If I win?" He asks.

"Sounds like a question someone not from dauntless asks, you get to win of course." I say smirking at Four who looks horrified. "Plus the added benefit of seeing me stabbed. I guess." I say winking at him. His mouth opens looking like he will reject the offer. "Or is a little girl braver than you." I say with a mocking tone. Apparently Eric didn't want to be shown up by a girl half his size.

"Stand in front of the target." Eric says gritting his teeth. The initiates are completely silent with their mouths wide open as I skip up to the target excitedly with the smirk still planted in place. Four has changed from horrified to looking like he'll be sick. I'm not sure if that's an improvement.

"Tris, don't do this." Four pleaded.

"You know if someone could have faith in me for once, that would be great." I say rolling my eyes. I stretch my legs out and get in position. "Now Four throw the damn knife." He nods and the knife flies. Letting my hands move on their own they quickly grab the knifes hilt before it can slice my shoulder. I swear everyone in that room let out a breath when I held it up. I turn to Eric gesturing for him to move towards the target. He reluctantly does so as I move to Fours place.

"Remember Eric its two for flinching." I laugh as he scowls and folds his arms together. If he thought I would aim for his heart he had another thing coming. "Ready?" I ask, he replies with a swift nod and I let the knife fly. To say Erics eyes went wide would be an understatement. He peered down at the knife that was a millimeter away from his groin and I physically fell to the floor laughing.

"Alright, everyone out, now!" Eric screamed as he stormed out of the room. Everyone followed terrified of his wrath. Leaving me alone with Four. I nudged his shoulder. "Hey nice aim." Apparently he didn't find it as funny as I did. He grabbed me by the shoulders pinning me to the wall.

"Why the hell did you make me do that! Do you know how terrifying that was for me?" He shouted. I feel my hands forming fists.

"So its perfectly fine for you to throw three knives at me but not four?" I Yell back finding a sick humor to the irony.

"That was different." He replied shaking me. Tightening his grip.

"Yeah the difference is the fourth didn't actually cut me." I snap. He cringes slightly loosening his grip.

"I had to do that Tris. Eric wouldn't have let you go with out a scratch and you know it!" I did know that and it calmed me down slightly hearing him say he didn't actually want to hurt me.

"Yes I do, You know how I know that? Because Eric's a bully, A bully that picked on two of my friends. He needed to be taught a lesson and I taught him it." I say calmly.

"But you didn't, all you proved in that little show is that you don't care about anyone elses feelings. Only about yourself." I glare at him and push him away with all my strength. Suddenly his face softens, realizing what he said. "Tris wait, Tris I didn't..." I raise my hand stopping him.

"Save it, you know what, I thought you knew me better than that." I turn walking away, before I reach the door I hear Four say.

"I'm so sorry Tris."

"No need, I'm selfish remember? Why would I care about your apology?" And I walk out.