Deniah POV
DAY 1 OF TRAINING
I'm up and early, as usual. I head to the training room quick as possible, hoping to see Gabe. Lucky me, I do see him! He walks to me with a bright smile on his face, mirroring mine. "Hey, I'll see you after training today, ok? Bye- huh?" I say to him. My words stop short when I see a new trainer added to the list of trainers, with only one name under it. Deniah Jollen. I didn't know they transferred me, so I looked at who my new trainer was.
[Trainer- Four Eaton -Eric -Gabe Fenice ]
[ -Lilanie Lee -Josh Stevenson -Deniah Jollen ]
[ -Michael Fallow -Khira Lowens -]
[ -Mindy Forla -Jason Peaks -]
"Gabe?!" I said aloud with surprise. Suddenly, Gabe seems to appear right behind me. "Actually, you're going to see me all day. Four allowed me to take over your training. Now, since your 15 minutes late, 15 laps around the training area, starting... now!" he set his watch to time me and I started off running. I passed several other people, and watched them practice, my heart pounding a little harder at every knife hitting a board, or missing and clinking on the ground, and the foot steps around me of other initiates. After I finished, I came back to Gabe, barely breaking a sweat. While I ran, a thought occurred to me. "What made Four let you train me?" I asked Gabe. He turned to face me with a bottle of water in his hand, which he held out to me, and I took and drank from while he explained. "Well, I told him you had great potential, and also I like you," he said simply. I nearly choked on my water, but swallowed and said, "lets save that for later, ok?" He nodded, and went on to explain today's training. "First, we have hand-to-hand combat, then the gun range. Clear?" I simply nodded and took long strides to the platform. "Come on, unless you're scared," Gabe said, in a ready stance like mine. I giggled and said, "why would I be scared?" I jabbed him in the stomach and ran my elbow into his jaw, but this caught me off balance and this he noticed. He leaped and swiftly kicked my face then pull my arm behind my back, wrenching me into a detaining position. "That the best you got?" He asked with a playful smile. I returned the smile and then turned inwards, pulling free, then crouched and swept his feet out from under him. I went for the stomach again, then realized my mistake a second too late. He grabbed my arm and twisted it until it popped and my arm had been dislocated. I cried out a little and he let go. I walked over to the wall and as I leaned against the wall to pop it back in he said, "Shall we go to the gun range now?" It finally popped in and said, "Well, yeah."