One Year Later
Chapter 10
Chapter 9
I start to freak out, but I control it. By looking at the ring. "Take it off." Says Tobias. "Why?" I say turning to him. "Take it off." He says again. "Fine." I take it off and hand it to him. I then walk to the bedroom. "Wait up." He says grabbing my hand. "Look at it." "I have. It's been on my hand all night." "No look at the inside." I take it from him and turn it over in my hand. There is an inscription…
Chapter 10
There is an inscription. 4+6=10. "Oh my god. Tobias." "You like?" he says with a smile. "Its great, but Why is 4 before 6?" I say sarcastically. He isn't catching on. "Oh… Well… I just…" I cut him off. "I was joking." I say putting my hand on his chest. "I love you." Says Tobias.
"I love you too."
"I love you three."
"I love you Four."
"I love you Six."
"Poor Five." I say with a laugh.
"Yeah he always gets skipped."
"How do you know five is a guy?"
"Ok He/she always gets skipped." He says while rolling him eyes.
"That is much better." I rather matter a factly. I also pat his chest.
I walk over to Tobias's dresser and pull out a pair of him comfy pants. "Shirt please" I say sweetly. He laughs. He takes off his shirt and throws it at me. "Thank you." I head for the bathroom to change. "Where do you think you're going?" asks Tobias from behind me. "I have to take off my makeup." I say closing and locking the door behind me. I begin to change into his shirt. It is big enough to completely cover my butt. As I change I see a mark on my shoulder blade in the mirror. I move closer to the mirror and look at my shoulder.
It's a bruise. A bruise from when Marcus pushed his hand against my shoulder blade and against the wall. I put the shirt on and look in the mirror again. "Darn it." I say a little to loud. The door handle shakes. "You ok in there?" asks Tobias. "Yeah I just dropped my face whips." "Ok." He says kind of unsure. Why did he have to wear a no sleeve shirt? I think. You can see it even with the shirt on. Oh well. I will just tell him right away. I grab a face wipe and wipe off my makeup. Once it's all off I grab my clothes and leave the bathroom. I put my clothes in the closet an turn to the bed. Tobias fell asleep. Well I guess I don't have to tell him tonight. I lie down next to him and fall into a deep sleep.
_Time Lapas_
I am getting out the guns for todays training. I woke up early so I got dressed and came down here. I wanted to get the stuff out so I could workout before the initiates get here. I finish placing the guns on the table. I'm done and its only 5:30. I have a half an hour before everyone shows up. I decided to punch some bags. I walk over to the bags and punch and kick. Since I initiation I have gained a lot of muscles. So I no longer have to use my knees and elbows to kick somebodies ass. I still do though. It helps a lot. After a while I switch to guns.
I went through 4 ammunition clips before Tobias showed up. "Why didn't you wake me?" "I woke up at 5 and I had a feeling you would be mad if I woke you up then." "Yeah that sounds about right. I will go get another target. So the initiates don't see your damn good aim." "Yeah. I have a plan." "Of course you do." Says Chris walking into the room. "Hey guys. Uriah and I were wondering if we could combine for today? I am a little hung over and Uriah is really hung over and neither of you guys were drinking last night. So… What do you say?" I look over to Tobias. He isn't in the room anymore and doesn't seem to have heard Chris.
"I'm in. it just means I get to show off my… and I quote, "Damn good aim." To twice as many people." I turn towards the supple closet Tobias is in. "Four!" "What?" he says walking out with another target. "We are helping Chris and Uriah train the dauntless-born initiates. So we got to go over to the dauntless-born training room and grab more target because we don't have enough for all of the initiates here." "Ok." He says putting up the target. "Ok let's go." All three of us walk out of the training room to the one next door used by dauntless-born members and initiates.
Once we have enough targets Chris, Tobias, Uriah and I sit and check the ammo clips until the Initiates get here. When 6 o'clock rolls around I notice only transfers are here. "Uriah did you tell you initiates to come in here like we told you to?" "Um… No. Was I supposed to?" "Yeah you are totally hung over." I say as I jump off the table. "I'll get them." I walk next door. When I walk in everyone is scattered around the room doing random things. The first to notice me is Carter. "Hey Six, Where are Christina and Uriah?" "Follow me." They all get up and follow.
We enter the other training room and all the initiates, transfer and dauntless-born alike get this look of confusion. "We are combining the training today because Christina and Uriah made the decision to drink last night." I look at all of the initiates. "And as I look at some of you I'm guessing some of you were drinking last night too. However I will not look the other way just because you are hung over." "Well that's unfair. Like everyone was drinking last night. You can't kick us out if we have one bad day." Says Zander, one of the dauntless born initiates.
"Well actually I can." I walk open to him and get in his face. He is taller then me, but size doesn't matter here. "Also, I don't know how Christina and Uriah run their training room, but in mine you stay quiet when I'm talking. Got it?" he swallows hard. "Yes mam." I walk back to where I was. "And no one made you drink last night. I didn't drink nor did Four. Just remember you don't have to drink in dauntless to be cool." "Six is living proof." Says Uriah. "Okay now let's get started. Today we will be using guns. Now who here has shoot a gun before?" all of the dauntless born initiates raised their hands. "Ok. If you have never shot a gun before stand closest to me."
I grab a gun and ammo clip off the table. I slam the clip in and walk to a target.
The initiates follow. Transfers in front and dauntless born in back. I lift up the gun and check my stance. I let the gun rest against my shoulder. I place my finger on the trigger and take a deep breath. I aim it at the center. And shot 5 times. I lower the gun and see one hole.
"Ha. You only hit the target once." Says Anderson the erudite transfer. "Go to the target." He doesn't move. "Now!" he slowly shuffles to the target. "Pull out the bullet." He does. "And now the one under that and the one under that and the one under that and the one under that. Now come back over here and explain what happened." He walks back with a look of disbelief. "Explain." "She shot all 5 bullets exactly on top of each other." I heard a couple people say, "Wow". This makes me smile.
"Now you try." I grab a few guns and begin passing them out. Chris does the same. Uriah and Tobias follow behind us with ammo clips. As they get their guns they head towards the targets. After a minute the dauntless born begin to shot, but the transfers look hesitant. The first transfer to shot was Anderson the cocky erudite transfer. He is thrown backwards by the backlash and ends up on the floor. "I'm going to go help some initiates. Well the ones that I like anyway. Four you get the jerks, but I will take Anderson. I will take any opportunity to mess with him. " I say the last part in a whisper, but still loud enough for Uriah and Chris to hear me too. I walk over to Anderson. Who is still on the floor? "Get up." He scurries up and grabs his gun. "Turn you body so you dominant hand is on the trigger and your other hand under the barrel. And move your back foot a little farther back." I look up just in time to see Brandt get thrown back because he tried to be a hot shot a shot with one hand. "Hey everyone listen up." Everyone stops shooting. "Lets all learn from Brandt over here. Do not try and be a hot shot and shoot with one hand on the gun. You will end up on your ass like Brandt." The group laughs. "Now get up off you ass and continue." I help a few other initiates before its time for lunch. "Be back here at 1:30. No later." We all clear out and head for the cafeteria.
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