Here's chapter six guys! Sorry, it's kind of short. The next chapter will be longer, so no compaining! just kidding. complain all you want. Bad writer! haha.. You all know that I do not own Divergent. All rights belong to Veronica Roth. Now for the story!
"Today we will be learning knife throwing. First, you will watch Six and me throw, we will demonstrate technique, and then you will practice on your own." Four's voice booms across our crowd of initates. I am standing close next to him, my fingers laced with his and my chin up.
I turn to Four. "Ready?" I ask with a smile.
"Yes ma'm." Four smiles back at me. My face turns hard again as we grab a set of knives each. We stand in front of targets that are next to each other and begin. I start. I throw one, and just as I'd expectd, It hits dead center. Then I begin throwing rapidly, around in a circle on the target. I turn back to the initiates, smile, shrugg a shoulder, bringing my head to the side as if to act humble yet cocky, and then curtsy.
Most initiates just stare. They always underestimate me. Four does something similar. He shows off a few knife tricks and then demonstrates proper technique. Now if the fun part. The initiates will be terrified.
I walk up to Four, kiss him on the cheek, and warn, "Dont kill me now. No one wants Six dead. Well, there are at least a couple people still left who don't want Six dead. Okay, well, Six doesn't want Six dead. And neither does Four, so let's get it right the first time," I whisper this part, "Eaton."
He rolls his eyes at me and I walk toward a target. Before I get very far, he grabs my waist and picks me up, tickling me. I laugh and kick and scream, but I can't get away. He sets me down by the target. He makes a 'disapproving' face at me when he says, "Siiixxxx... you're wasting the initiates training time! " he says It like It Is supposed to be a whisper, but we all know that It Is not. I give him a death glare. When I think I've glared long enough, I casually lean against the target. Four begins throwing knives around my body. He gets a little close to my head, right by my ear, but clearly on purpose, and I glare at him again. Ah, the days of initiation. He throws one more, right by my chest, and smiles. I roll my eyes and walk towards him. Some of the initiates noticed what he did.
"Jerk. " I say to him, but I can't help smiling.
"Drama queen." He says, smiling too, and pulling me into him.
I turn my head because it is only a few inches from his face. "I perfer to go by simply, 'queen.' "