CHAPTER 35 - TOBIAS
I load the gun like Amar taught me to and raise it steady with two hands to take aim.
Inhale. Aim. Exhale. Shoot.
The bullet hits the target, just straying a few inches from the center. Amar claps from the back of the room and walks up to me with a look of awe. My face turns pink.
"Wow. I have never seen someone hit so close to the bull's eye on their first attempt shooting a gun. Are you some sort of prodigy?" I hand the gun back over to Amar, feeling relieved to not be touching a weapon with so much power and ability to harm. But I have to learn to fight, so I pick up another weapon: a sleek, metal, perfectly sharpened knife as long as my wrist to my fingertips.
Amar watches me intently as I practice my stance and arm movement without the knife. When I am certain that I am ready, I pick up the knife and weigh it a little.
Inhale. Aim. Exhale. Throw.
I imagine Jeanine Matthew's face on that board.
The knife hits the dead center.
It hit Jeanine's nose.