Parker's POV

I feel someone shake me gently, my eyes open and I see Eric standing above me, "You feeling any better?" he asks me. I nod my head my headache finally gone. "Come on you, we're gonna go get that cast off," he tells me before helping me up off the black leather sofa I had been lying on. He leads me out the door, his hand resting on my back.

Once we are at the infirmary, I am sat down on one the beds as a nurse cuts the cast so it can be removed from my arm. The nurse is using some sort of rotating blade to cut down the length of the cast, and not liking seeing it so close to my arm, I look away. I am surprised to see Eric leaning against the doorway, I would have thought he would leave as soon as I got there. I don't have much time to dwell on the fact he hasn't said anything about last night, as the nurse has finished. "All done", she announces, smiling at me, "Now, you can resume all parts of training, but it will take a bit of getting used to, so I would suggest not starting fights straight away," she is looking at Eric with a pointed look as she says this. He doesn't say anything and just has his trademark smirk.

I hop off the bed I was sitting on and make my way out of the infirmary, Eric following close behind. Once we are out, Eric's hand returns to my back and he leads me to the mess hall, when we arrive, Eric grabs me my food before setting it down next to his tray and we start to eat. The nurse was right, it really was going to take some getting used to, eating with my right hand wasn't as hard as eating with my left but not having used it for a week certainly didn't make it easy. We sit there for about ten minutes before I see Tobias walk in and get his own breakfast. As he approaches the table, Eric has finished and says that he's off to wake the other initiates. "How come you're up already?" My brother asks me, I don't say anything I just shake my right arm in front of his face, "Ahh, you got your cast off." He says after a few minutes, I just roll my eyes at him, he never was the most observant of people. "We're starting knife training today, it will be good for you to get back into the swing of things", he tells me. We sit in a comfortable silence until the other initiates start to trickle in for their breakfast. "Well I am going to go set up for training today, you want to come?" Tobias asks me.

"Sure," I say and follow him over to the bins to put my tray away before following him to the training room. When we get there, Eric has already started setting up. I go and sit on my usual bench and watch as Eric and Tobias move out eleven targets, they must be very heavy but neither of the boys look like they are struggling at all. A while later, the others make their way through the door. We all gather round by Tobias and Eric, and after making sure we are all present, Eric starts to talk, "Right, today we are going to start knife throwing, so make sure to watch Four very closely". We all do as he says as Tobias shows us the correct way to hold the knife and throw it. He then faces one of the targets and throws the knife in his hand, as I expected the knife lands directly in the middle of the target. "Everyone collect some knives and stand in front of a target" Eric orders, I am the only one who moves towards the table, and collects four knives, "NOW!" Eric shouts at the rest of them and I watch as they all scramble for the daggers. Once everyone Is standing front of a target, I notice there is nobody either side of me, I am stood at the end of the row so not having anybody on the right of me is expected, but there should be somebody on my left, but the closest person to me is Brent and he is in front of the next target down. I realise somebody must be in the infirmary but I don't look to see who, I just focus on getting the correct position, everyone has thrown their first knife and none of them stuck, whilst I stand there getting used to my wrist. "Hey stiff, remember what a knife is." I look over to my left to see that it was Brent that spoke to me. I ignore him and just throw the knife, it doesn't go anywhere near the target, like the other's knives had, but I don't care as I know my wrist is going to affect my performance, "The stiff doesn't even know what a target is!" I hear Brent call out to me again, this time I am angry, but I don't say anything, instead, I go back to face my target, fuming. "Oh, is the stiff sulking, why don't you go cry to mummy and daddy, oh wait.", I don't even look at him and throw my knife at the target and it has barely left my hand before I turn and throw the second one at the target to my left and then finally turn and throw the final knife at Brent's target. I hear all the knives hit the target mere seconds after the other and see that all three daggers are stuck in the middle of each target, by now everyone is staring at me, even Tobias and Eric, though they are slightly better at hiding their surprise than my fellow classmates. I don't bother to look at anyone before I storm out of the room, what Brent said really got to me.

Here's another chapter for you, I'm so sorry I said I was going to upload soon, life just got a bit overwhelming for a while. But given it was such a short chapter last time I promise I will update again in about an hour or so, I promise, if I get at least one review before that time, I will update immediately. once again, sorry for the lack of updates, everything is just a bit shit at the moment, aI'veive fucked up badly. thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited and followed, it means so much.

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