Tobias POV
The shooting range is loud, and I love it here. Whenever I am having a bad day I can either be found riding, punching a bag in the training room or on really bad days at the shooting range. There is such power behind a gun, nothing can empower a person more than having the ability to end another's life in a mere matter of seconds. I often find myself fantasizing about finding the man that took my parents from me and permanently marked my skin, putting a gun to his temple and firing it watching the life leave his eyes in a second, feeling his warm blood on my hands.
"Four?" Tris brakes me from my dark thoughts, I shake my head slightly to compose myself. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am fine." I know Tris understands that dauntless are known for their anger and quick to fight, but I prefer her to not know of my darker side, if I can help it.
I pull her to an open target, and pull the gun out of the back of my waistband.
"Here."
I place the gun into her hand. I almost dwarfs her whole hand. I close her fingers over the handle, and explain to her how to hold, aim, and load the gun. Then I take a gun from behind me on a table and check it for ammo, I remove the safety explaining to Tris to only do that when you are ready to fire or ready to kill. I raise the gun, breathe in, aim, breathe out and fire. I hit dead center. I look down at tris with a soft smile. She looks up at me with her wide eyes taking everything in. God, I could just stare at her all day, she exudes the need for knowledge and the need to prove herself as being more than a princess from Abnegation.
"Okay, now show me what you got." I have high hopes for her, but I also know what is most likely to happen so I place myself behind her slightly just in case. She raises her hands after getting into stance, removes the safety aims and fires, the guns recoil almost has it heading for her face as she falls back slightly into my chest. I wrap my hands around her wrists lifting the gun up again and putting her back in stance.
"Again." I am in full trainer mode now. I can't help it, it is a dangerous weapon and I will not allow anyone to not respect it as such. She breathes in lifts the gun, breathes out I see her relax slightly and she fires. It doesn't hit center but it hits. I smile.
"Again." She fires and it hits the outer edge of the bulls-eye.
"Again." Bulls-eye.
"Again" Bulls-eye. She looks at me and I look over at her still in trainer mode and give her a small side smirk.
A natural. It is like she was made just for me to be mine and to be dauntless.
"Knives or arrows?" I put my hand out and replace the safety on the gun before putting back in my waistband.
"You choose, you're the trainer." She smirks at me.
"You're making it too easy for me, it is like I don't even have to train you."
She rolls her eyes. How can she not see how good she is at this? Does she think it is this easy for everyone?
Tris POV
The shooting range is loud. I get a bit intimidated being in here. It's dangerous and I am having second thoughts. Yes, I want to be able to protect myself but I don't think I would be able to take someone's life in the process, my abnegation shining through. I take a deep quiet breathe, and look up to Tobias, he seems frozen in thought a scowl on his face and his eyes seem fierce almost black.
"Four?" I know he wouldn't want me to call him Tobias. "Are you all right?" That seems to bring him back to the present, I'll have to ask him about that sometime in private.
"Yes, I am fine."
He pulls me to an open target, and pulls a gun out of the back of his waistband.
"Here."
He places the gun into my hand. It feels cold and encompasses my whole hand. Tobias closes my fingers over the handle, and explains how to hold, aim, and load the gun. Then he walks away and takes a gun from behind me on a table and checks it for ammo. I notice how heavy it seems in my hand. Then Tobias takes the gun in his hand and removes the safety while explaining to only do that when I am ready to fire or ready to kill. He raises the gun, breathes in, aims, breathes out and fires. I jump at the sound the gun makes, placing a hand over my chest trying to control my breathing. He hit dead center. I look up at Tobias with wide eyes, he looks down at me with a soft smile. I just stare at him amazed by his abilities he is a true Dauntless solider and I can see why he holds such high respect through the kingdom, he really is one of the best here and he will make a prefect king.
"Okay, now show me what you got." He looks at me with such confidence that I feel a bit more at ease. I see him move slightly behind me as I raise my hands after getting into the stance he showed me. I slowly remove the safety, aim and place my finger on the trigger, I take a deep breath and hold it while pulling the trigger. Oh my word, the gun is heading straight for my face from the force of the recoil and I feel my back land softly onto Tobias' chest. So that is why he moved I think to myself. He wraps his hands around my wrists lifting the gun up again and puts me back in my stance.
"Again."
He sounds cold, this must be his instructor voice, and it would be almost intimidating if it wasn't him. I breathe in again as I lift the gun. I breathe out I seem to relax slightly, I aim and prepare for the recoil this time as I pull the trigger. It doesn't hit center but it hits. I smile.
"Again."
I fire and it hits the outer edge of the bulls-eye.
"Again."
Bulls-eye. I have the biggest smile on my face, but it quickly falls as I hear him.
"Again."
I pull my face into pure concentration. Breathe in breathe out bulls-eye. I look at him he is still in trainer mode but I see him give me a small side smirk. He look really proud and something else crosses his face, almost like he is thinking something, I wonder what he is thinking about.
"Knives or arrows?"
He asks as he puts his hand out and replaces the safety on the gun before putting back in his waistband.
"You choose, you're the trainer." I smirk at him. He seems to really enjoy training people or maybe just me.
"You're making it too easy for me, it is like I don't even have to train you."
I roll my eyes. How can he say that? I am no dauntless, at least not yet. Everyone here is way better than I am but I will get there, I'll make him proud and myself proud in the process. I just don't want him to regret choosing me for his bride.
