Tris the trainer

Knife throwing

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Tobias pov

Once we get back from the compound, i climb into my bed and immediately pass out. I wake up earlier than I would have liked, but I get up and get dressed anyway.

I just sit on my bed and wait for everyone else to wake up.

Once Will, Al, and Christina are up and dressed,we make our way to the training room.

I walk in yawning. I got like 4 hours of sleep last night. The time I was sleeping, I was dreaming of my time on the Farris wheel. That was the most terrifying moment of my life, and that means a lot saying I'm in Dauntless.

I scan the room looking for Six. I loved how close we were last night, even though I almost died.

I see her on the other side of the room sharpening a knife. I am confused why she would be doing that, until I realize that I was so caught up in finding Six, that I didn't see targets lining the far wall, and a table with daggers strewn across it. We are doing target practice again, except with knives. At least I can't hurt someone today, I hope.

I try to urge Six's eyes up to meet mine. I want to talk about last night, but Six's eyes are glued to the knife she is sharpening. She is staring at it like her life depends on it.

My eyes leave Six, and start to roam the room. I see Eric standing in the middle of the room, ridged like a statue. I guess this is because of the pain of losing last night. I smile internally.

"Tomorrow will be the last day of stage one,"Eric says, snapping me- and the rest of the room- to attention. "It will be your last fight. Today you'll be learning how to aim. Everyone take 3 knives." His voice is gruff, deeper than usual. "And pay attention while Six demonstrates the correct technique for throwing."

No one moves, just starring at him.

"Now!" Eric roars making me jump out of my skin.

We all scramble for daggers. They aren't heavy like guns, but they give me the same feeling inside- guilt, and a little bit of dread.

I like having power of self defence, but I hate having the power- or tools- to hurt other people. Even if they deserve it.

Christina is beside me, and she whispers in my ear, "is Eric on his period today?" I laugh. Eric shoots me a look that could cut stone.

I whisper back, "I think he always is," Christina laughs. Eric starts to walk over to us looking like he is about to murder us with his bare hands. Six starts to speak just in time.

"Ok, everyone, this is how you throw a knife," Six says as she takes one knife into her right hand. She points the knife, inhales. Pulls the knife back, exhales, then releases the knife. It spins end over end until it hits the dead centre of the target. I gap.

"Line up!" Eric roars

We all line up along the back or the room, facing the targets.

Every one starts to throw there knives, missing every time. Edward hits the target, actually getting it stuck, but only on the edge. A couple other people have hit the target, closer to the centre, but not getting it stuck.

I don't even try to throw a knife yet. I just practice the stance, and the arm movements without a knife.

From a couple people away from me I hear Peter say, "I think the stiff has taken to many hits to the head." He says to no one in particular. Then to me he says, like he's talking to a child, "hey stiff, remember what a knife is?"