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the next chapter is very long and you will love it, it is a continuation of this chapter
Just to clarify Al is NOT Tris' friend
Chapter XVI. Two Kinds of Knives
TRIS
We jump onto the train and Eric closes the door. Unlike the train ride on the way here, the whole car is filled of chatter.
Eric's team is scowling, while we are loud and gleefully talking.
Peter and his trio keep throwing dirty looks at us. I'm worried if he tries something. I may have not been able to protect myself that day, but I easily beat him during fights. My fists clench and I focus my gaze at the train floor.
-o0o-
We continue talking about random things, including Dauntless cake, which is amazing, until the train stops. "Initiates, training tomorrow morning again in the training room. Don't be late." We nod and hop off the train. "We should celebrate!" Will says.
"Yeah! How?" Christina asks.
I shrug. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Let's eat Dauntless cake for dinner in celebration!" They smile.
We walk to the dining hall and eat Dauntless cake while chatting. "THIS. IS. HEAVENLY." I exclaim. Will and Christina laugh.
After our celebration, Will and Christina head back to the dormitory. "You coming?" I shake my head. "Going to walk around the Pit."
They nod. Christina is about to open her mouth but I interrupt her. "No, I don't have a boyfriend." She pouts. I stick my tongue out at her and walk away.
I stroll through the Pit, sadly catching most boys' eyes. Two come up to me and they fight over who will talk to me first. I laugh.
They stop for a moment and stand back straight, towering a few inches over me. They're both quite handsome.
UGH! WHY DOES EVERY BOY IN FREAKING DAUNTLESS HAVE TO BE SO HOT?!
The one with light yet tanned skin, dark brown hair, and crystal light blue eyes, speaks. "Hey, I'm Nash. And this is Josh." He points at the boy to his left with a tad lighter skin, blond hair, and grey-blue eyes similar to mine. "What's your name sweetie?"
(AN: YES, I KNOW BUT I LOVE MAGCON BOYS AND VINES)
I blush. By now, I would've asked them to leave me alone, but man, they are kinda hot! Not as hot as Uriah and Four, but...
TRIS! UGH!
I snap out of my daze when tanned fingers snap in front of my face. I turn to see the amused face of my first friend in Dauntless.
"Hey Trissy," he says.
"Hey Uri!" I say, while giving him a hug. When we release I see Josh and Nash, along with any other boy, once again glaring.
"I gotta borrow her for a bit, bye Nash, Josh," says Uriah with a nod politely, but underneath his amused expression I see jealousy.
I wave at Josh and Nash before running to catch up with Uriah.
"Thanks for the save there," I say.
He smirks. "No problem."
"How do you know them?"
"They're a few friends of Zeke."
"Oh." I say.
We walk around Dauntless and talk for a bit, until he blurts out suddenly, "Tris, I like you."
A feeling inside of me deflates. I can't say no, but he's basically my brother, and I don't return the feelings anymore.
I sigh. "Uriah-" He cuts me off.
"That's the thing Tris. I've seen you look at Four," he says wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I blush.
"And?" I ask.
"That's why I wanted to talk to you." Oh no.
"Uriah...Look I'm sorry but I kinda think of you as my brother-" His laughter cuts me off.
"What?" I say while raising an eyebrow.
"Tris, I came to you to ask for advice."
"Who do you like?"
"Um..." he says with a blush while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "IkindalikeMarlene." He says in a big rush.
I smirk. "Dude, she totally returns the feelings. I can't even count how many times she's glared at me when we were hanging out." I reassure him.
He breaks out into a huge smile. "Really?!" I nod.
He embraces me and squeezes me tightly. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" I pat his back with a smile and he finally releases me.
I hold a hand up to my throat jokingly. "AIR!" I wheeze out. He laughs. I feel a burning sensation of eyes on me.
More fiery than the other boys' stares around me.
Much more fiery.
Uriah gives me a peck on the cheek and I glare at him. He just laughs and says, "I'm going to do that to annoy you now Trissy,"
I scowl, making him laugh harder.
Uriah and I say our goodbyes and when I turn to walk back to the dormitory, I see Zeke watching us with a smirk and he winks at me. I roll my eyes and smile at him.
But that's not all.
Along his side, stand an unhappy Josh, Nash, and...
Four.
FOUR
Zeke, Nash, and Josh, who are also from my initiation year, and I walk around the Pit. Zeke has been trying to hook me up with random girls when we go out for double dates.
It normally just ends with him and his date making out while I sit awkwardly with my 'date' that I somehow offended.
The intensity of gazes is intense.
Super intense.
We lean against the wall and I follow most of the boys' gazes in the Pit to see...
Uriah.
And Tris.
Laughing together.
A feeling at the bottom of my stomach brews.
Tris nods, and says something. We're too far away to hear their conversation, but we can still see them.
Uriah smiles and hugs her tightly. Again, that feeling returns immensely this time and the fiery gazes of most boys in the Pit fuel.
Uriah kisses Tris on the cheek and my fists clench.
"Wow, looks like Uriah scored big-time! If I didn't like someone, I would've taken Tris from him!" says Zeke happily.
Zeke told us about his crush on Lynn's older sister, Shauna, who I helped train back in the initiation days.
I scowl slightly, less than Nash's and Josh's large scowls. I saw them talking to Tris earlier before Uriah saved her.
Tris turns around and walks in our direction-probably to the dormitory-and Zeke winks at her. She rolls her eyes playfully and smiles that enchanting, beautiful smile of hers.
What is wrong with me?
The fearless Four should never fall in love.
He's too broken to be loved anyway.
TRIS
I walk back into the initiate dorms to find everyone asleep. I tip-toe into the shower and let it wash away my stress. I change into my training outfit for tomorrow and sleep.
-o0o-
I wake up. I didn't have a dream or a nightmare last night, probably because I was so tired from Capture the Flag.
"Christina! Will! Get up off your ass!" At this, the whole dorm stirs.
"What?" Will mumbles. I look at my watch. I am the only one ready for training, while the others have just woken up. "
Training's in fifteen minutes!"
I feel like an alarm clock. I wait for Christina and Will, who get ready in ten minutes, so we stop by the dining hall and grab a chocolate chip muffin. In Abnegation, I never had eaten chocolate.
We run to the training room after finishing our muffins. I look at my watch, two minutes early. I sigh.
We line up. I notice new targets have been posted and each station has three knives.
Knife throwing.
I smirk.
My favorite.
Eric straightens his posture. "Tomorrow will be the last day of stage one. You will resume fighting then. Today, you'll be learning how to aim. Everyone pick up three knives and pay attention while Four demonstrates the correct technique for throwing them." We all stand there, and look at him. I shrug and nearly laugh at me fellow initiates' horrified faces. I take a step forward and grab a few knives, weighing them in my hands. I drop them back on the table and grab two throwing knives from my satchel and my lucky throwing knife with the Dauntless symbol on it.
The day I first stole it from Uriah.
My conversation with him yesterday brings a smirk to my face.
"Now!" He shouts, and the others scramble to collect their weapons. I look at Four. The knife feels dangerous in my palm, just like with the gun.
But the rush of danger spreads throughout my veins, the adrenaline rushing.
I watch as he takes stance and throws two knives, hitting the center of the target, ending up millimeters from each other.
"Line up." Eric yells. I stand in front of a target. I look around see the other initiates throwing and missing the target. I tune out Eric's pacing and yelling from behind me. I tune out the sound of knives clattering to the floor.
I take stance and hold my arm up in the air, preparing to release the knife, when I see it.
I see not a plain old target. I see a small, damaged but beautiful blond crying while being harassed by an evil, dark brown haired boy with malicious green eyes.
Anger fumes in me, and the target reappears. But this time, it changes again. Not to the scene of my rape.
Not to any of my family.
But to my attacker.
Peter.
My blood burns in my veins and I instantly release the knife.
It strikes bead center.
Where I imagined Peter's heart to be.
By now, I no longer hear the sound of knives falling onto the floor. I look up to see the other initiates are staring at me. By now, I have tears held up in my eyes. I refrain from crying. Eric and Tobias are surprised.
"What?!" I growl.
At this, the other initiates turn back to their targets. I look at my feet.
Why am I crying? Is it because I was scared?
No. it was because he did that to me.
My grip on the knife grows so tight, my knuckles turn purple.
This is revenge. Peter.
I throw the knives, and they end up millimeters from one another, next to the first knife. I go retrieve the knives, not caring if I get hit with an airborne knife.
I seem to intimidate the other initiates, because they stop throwing for me. I look at Christina, and we smile and hold back a laugh. I grab my knives and continue throwing.
-o0o-
An hour later, Al is the only one who hasn't hit the target. Edward, Peter, Will, and I can make continuous Bullseyes. However, Eric is getting into Christina.
Christina can't throw as well anymore because she has mascara smudged in her eye, disrupting her eyesight.
"How slow are you initiate?!" I watch as Eric yells at her to go get his knife, which is on the floor. Christina retorts.
"Everyone stop!" Eric shouts. "Clear out of the ring…all except you." Eric hisses at Christina.
Hasn't he done enough to my best friend? Anger rushes through me.
"Stand in front of the target. Hey Four, give me a hand here, huh?" He calls out. Four sighs and scratches his eyebrow with the knife he's holding, and walks over there.
"You're going to stand there as he throws these knives until you learn not to flinch," Eric says, stepping back.
Oh no.
Christina holds back tears to not ruin her already smudged makeup and my fists clench.
Four holds the knife back, prepared to throw it. That's it. I can't take it.
"Stop it." I step forward. "Anyone can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice." I glare at Eric.
He smirks and picks at his nails. "Then it should be easy for you…if you're willing to take her place?" He says casually. My heart drops to my feet.
I look at Four.
He won't hit me, I know it, and I can't back down. I step through the crowd of initiates and I move in front of the target.
"If you flinch, Christina takes your place. Understand?" Four says quietly. I nod. He sighs and throws the knife. I don't flinch.
"You about done Stiff?" He asks me.
"No." I reply coldly. I glare at him.
He throws the next knife. It lands inches above my head. I do not flinch.
"Come on, Stiff, let someone else stand there and take it," He replies in the same cold, slow, voice.
"Shut up, Four!" I yell. I cross my arms.
He throws the knife. I feel blood trickling down the side of my neck. I feel my ear. He nicked it. It doesn't seem hurt at all. I smirk.
Eric smirks.
"I would love to stay and see if the rest of you are as daring as she is, but I think that's enough for the day." Eric says. I file out with Christina and Will.
I tense as Eric squeezes my shoulder, making me cringe.
"I should keep my eye on you." He whispers in my ear, I shudder, I don't want him near me, or even looking at me. He is cruel, like Peter.
Four and I are left alone in the room. "Is your ear okay?" He comes up to me and looks majorly concerned.
"Yeah. Doesn't feel like anything." He nods.
He looks down then says,
"You should get to lunch. Your friends should be waiting for you." I nod, and leave the room, my posture sagging.
What's up with me?
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