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Hey! This is a extremely overused topic, but I thought that writing the knife throwing scene from just a spectator's perspective would be cool, because there are many oneshots from Tobias or Tris or Al's perspectives, but I've never seen one from Christina's perspective. So...here it is!

I use this as my POV collection for Divergent oneshots. This is my stress-relieving story writing, and is not my main project. My main project is Resistant and I'd really love it if you would check it out.

Please enjoy my POV collection!

Christina POV

We are throwing knives at the target, and the air in the room is tense. Eric is stalking throughout the room, eyeing all of us like he is a predator and we are his prey. His eyes are terrifying and it's obvious he's in a bad mood. I'm standing next to Tris, who hasn't even thrown hers yet. She's been getting into stance for the past three minutes.

"I think the Stiff's taken too many hits to the head!" Peter mocks from the other side of Molly. "Hey Stiff! Remember what a knife is?"

I clench my teeth together. I am this close to punching Peter in the face from his annoying attitude. To be honest, I'm surprised that Tris, who gets targeted by him the most, hasn't done it already.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tris ignoring Peter, and she exhales, before releasing her knife. And my eyebrows jerk up in surprise when her knife hits the board; it is the first one even to touch it. Four, who has been watching Tris from the shadow of the corner of the room, has a faint smirk on his face. The more I've watched Four, the more I've realized several things: one, he is a Dauntless prodigy and literally amazing at everything Dauntless: two, I have never seen him smile: three, he is scary when he has his intimidating look on. Which is all the time.

"Hey Peter," I grin as Tris mocks Peter. " Remember what a target is?" I snort. Tris has sass. A nudging feeling in the back of my head goes, she's going to outrank all of you if she keeps on improving like this, but I ignore it. No way is Tris going to outrank me; she's literally from Abnegation, where they do nothing but sit around and act selfless and whatever other shit.

But with that nagging feeling, I exhale, and I widen my stance before flinging my knife at the wall. It hits the target.

The next half hour, I am too busy trying to get my knives to stick onto the board and as close to the center as possible. I don't even notice until I hear Eric stalking up beside Al, who is on the other side of me, and hiss, "What the hell was that, initiate?"

Internally I'm shaking from fear. Eric is always mean and angry, but today he is looking for someone to take his anger out on. And that someone unluckily happens to be Al.

"It - it slipped." Al says. Internally I'm screaming at him, no, you can't make excuses like that! but I stay quiet.

Eric smiles brutally. "Well, I think you should go get it." I notice that all the other initiates are dead silent and no knives are flying through the air.

"Go get it? But everyone's still throwing."

"And?"

"And I don't want to get hit." Al says like it's obvious. It is. But not to Eric.

"I think you can trust your fellow initiates to have a better aim than you. Now go get your knife."

Al is fearful now; I fear for his sake as I throw my next knife. It sticks to the edge of the board.

"No." Al says quietly.

"Why not?" Eric says, locking eyes with him. "Are you afraid?"

"Of getting stabbed by a airborne knife? Yes, I am!" Al says, staring straight back at him.

"Everyone, stop now!" Eric shouts, and we all stop. My knife clatters to the floor, and I watch as Eric slowly reach his boiling point.

"Clear out of the ring. All except for you." Eric says, still looking at Al.

I obediently follow the stream of Dauntless through the door and we all stand around the ring, watching. I'm curious as to what Eric is going to do to him.

"Stand in front of the target." Eric commands, and Al obediently obeys. It's not obvious, but I notice his hands shaking.

"Hey Four," Eric says, glancing over at Four with bored eyes. "Give me a hand here, huh?"

Four is still standing back at the table, his arms crossed across his chest. He looks bored. I notice the dark circles around his eyes. I wonder what he has been doing to get those.

Eric looks back at Al. "You're going to stand there, as he throws those knives, until you learn how to flinch."

Four interrupts him. "Is this really necessary?" Four asks, rolling his eyes. He's so casual. I will punch him if he flings a knife and it hits Al. But I'm pretty sure a, he could easily stop a punch from because I have seen how good he is, b, his aim is so perfect he couldn't hit Al unless he wanted to. And I don't think he wants to; he doesn't seem to like this just like the rest of us.

Eric and Four are locked in a stare, before Eric says something barely audible that I can't hear and Four's face slightly changes paler and redder. But his expression does not change as he grips the knives tighter and he faces Al.

As Four gets ready to throw, I hear a "Wait!" And all heads turn to Tris, who has a angry set in her jaw and glares at Eric. What the fuck is she doing? Is she damn insane?

The next few moments go in slow motion. I watch Four give Tris a glare, Eric smirk at her, and her moving towards the target and taking Al's spot; she is fearless but she is also insane.

"If you flinch," Four says quietly, "Al takes your place. You understand?"

Tris nods at him, and I watch in slow motion as they lock eyes and Four throws the first knife. She does not flinch. She is insane, but she is also brave and probably the most Dauntless out of all of us; she is going to edge me out of Dauntless with her brave insanity. The next knife flies and I gaze at the faces around me. They are all as shocked as I am that a short little Stiff wasn't flinching as her instructor flings knives at her. I underestimated her; I had to be careful not to do that anymore.

Finally he throws the last knife, and it nicks Tris's ear, and I watch as she reaches up and blood comes off her hand. I glance at Four's face, and based off his cool expression, his aim did not get sloppy nor did he misjudge; he did it on purpose, and I am furious at him, but at the same time I feel a little bit of satisfaction, before I feel guilt at feeling satisfaction.

She is psychotic, she is a absolute idiot, but she is also fearless, and brave, and insane.

I turn away. I did not have time nor the feeling to deal with my conflicting emotions about Tris, and I follow Al, who is shaking and so close to being in tears, as we all file out of the room with Eric trailing after us.

It isn't until after we leave I realize that Tris did not follow us. And neither did Four.