CHAPTER EIGHT:
MOUSE'S POV:
My first thought in the morning was that I was late, but it turns out I was 30 minutes early.
Six, or Tris and Four were already setting up targets for shooting when I entered through the double doors.
The instructors hadn't told us where to meet for training so I assumed it was in the training room. Because I had arrived early, I didn't know what to do, so I sat on the floor, against the wall and looked around. On one side of the room, there were punching bags and mats. On another wall, there were wooden targets and on the opposite wall there were foam targets. Beside me was a little whiteboards and in the centre was a large yoga mat.
Finally the other initiates arrived and we got started.
"Okay guys, before we start Six has some important news to tell you." Four said, leaning against the wall.
"In the transfers' class, there are 9 initiates and in the Dauntless-born there are 7. Combined we have 16 people but only 10 will become proper members." Six paused as Four brought the whiteboard over. "This is the ranking system. To stay, you will have to score above the red line. Also transfers and Dauntless-born are ranked together, so learn well and live."
"Training will be split into 2 sections, physical and mental. For physical, you will learn combat moves, hoe to shoot a gun and how to throw knives." Four said, still leaning on the wall and looking bored.
"Now grab a gun and find a target."
"But you haven't told us what the mental part of training is." A tall guy with dirty-blonde hair said, his blue eyes wide.
Four stood up properly and quickly replied. "That's for us to know and you to find out. NOW MOVE!"
Quickly we scurried for the table with guns. Then Six walked over to us and demonstrated how to properly hold and shoot a gun.
"Hold the gun like this and prepare for the recoil. She took a deep breath, aimed exhaled and shot.
Bullseye.
I started clapping, but slowly stopped when everyone looked at me and dint clap along. I chuckled nervously and pretended I didn't do anything.
I stood in front of a target and tried to copy Six. Legs apart, shoulders back, arms straight and focus. Breathe in, aim, breathe out, shoot. The gun fired but the recoil was stronger than I had anticipated. The bullet went just below the left shoulder, but I was the first to hit target.
Hannah was examining the gun, the twins, Angel and Caroline were aiming but had trouble pulling the trigger. Zappo, the tall dude with dirty-blonde hair was shooting but hadn't hit the bullseye yet. Next to him was a tall, brown-haired guy who had a calm expression on his face, poking his tongue out while aiming and shooting. I hadn't got the chance to finish looking, when Eric came in, making me turn around and stay focused.
I did the same as before but this time the bullet hit where the heart would have been. My aim still wasn't very good because the red bullseye was in the middle of the stomach. Suddenly, I felt a presence on me. I assumed it was Eric so I didn't turn around but started shooting again. Out of the couple times I shot 5 hit the bullseye and a few went near.
"I didn't think you could shoot, Stiff"
I didn't react at all, not even to the mean nickname just to piss off Eric, which it did. I smirked as Four announced for us to take a 5 minute break and to prepare for knife-throwing.
As I went to put my gun back a soft yet calm voice said to me.
"You're really brave, you know." I turned around to see the tall guy with brown-hair. "My name is Kian and over there is my bud, Zappo." He pointed t the tall blonde guy.
"Thanks. I'm Mouse."
"Huh an ironic name. I like it, I'm from Erudite by the way." He smiled.
"I'm from Dauntless. Was an Abnegation." I said grinning back at him. Something about him makes me feel happy and curious.
"Uhh we should …"
Before Kian could finish, Six called us over.
"Come on." I said. "Wouldn't want to make them mad, our future is in their hands."
