Unintentional Subject - Book 1 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 28: Worst Fear

I stood at the table looking at all the different weapons. A wild twisted smile plastered on my face, I probably had some kind of weird gleam in my eye. I picked up a few different things and tried the weight in my hand. 

"So...how is this going to work?" I asked as I glanced at Winston.

"Well with a few of these, probably against some poor shank, but with others we have a target set up." 

"Wonderful. When do we start?" 

"Now." He grinned, and pointed towards Alby who had got up onto a table. 

"Hey you ugly shanks!" He yelled, the Gladers all looked up  at him. 

I leaned over to Winston, "How tipsy is he? I didn't think he would agree to this, bring weapons out." 

Winston shrugged, "Maybe everyone is as curious as I am. See what you're really capable of."

I hummed, and crossed my arms and looked back to Alby.

"Okay! Jessie? The targets awaits." 

I stepped forwards with a smirk, the crowd parted and I sauntered towards the designated area. I had grabbed a bow and arrows, and stood at the line they drew in the sand. The target was only about 100 feet away. I scoffed. 

"I think I need a jar before I do this." I yelled over my shoulder. A jar was shoved into my hand and I chugged it back, held it in the air to wild cheers. Turning back towards the target, I pulled an arrow out, nocked it and pulled the string back. It was a little big for me, but it would do. My muscles, hands, arms and the rest of my body just automatically adjusted to compensate. I pulled the string  little more. Looking down the arrow to the center of the target and let it fly. Right away I knew it was going to be off, I had another one nocked and flying seconds after the first one. The first arrow hit the target, but not the entre. The second arrow hit the target with a thud, hitting the center. It wasn't a bullseye, but it was center. I frowned. Readjusting my stance, and nocked a third arrow and let it fly. This time it sunk into the target, right beside the second arrow, right dead center. I lowered the bow with a grin. I turned towards the guys behind me. 

"Throw the knives!" Someone shouted. 

"I need a human target." I yelled back. 

"Use the Greenie!!" 

I smiled evilly. "Don't think he has the guts. Greenie seems like a shank to me." 

The crowd laughed. Minho sauntered over, his dark eyes boring into mine. He didn't say anything, but had a smug sexy smirk on his face. He only broke the eye contact when he turned and continued to strut over to the target. He pulled the arrows out and tossed them onto the ground and he leaned against it, crossing his ankles and taking lazy sips from his jar. Grinning I slid a knife out, and tossing it end over end and catching the handle. The crowd behind me was wild. The guys all cheering, a few were taking bets. I tossed it into the air once last time, my eyes now glued to Minho. He smirked at me. And then the shuck face winked. I tossed the knife. It spun, with perfect accuracy. It slammed into the target he was leaning on.

"I think you could get closer." 

"Challenge accepted."

Taking the second and last knife out of my thigh band, I spun both knives around my fingers. Did spin and tossed them with a different throw, almost like a back handed throw, one after the other. They twisted in the air. He didn't flinch. The knives grazed his cheeks, one knife on each side of his face. He raised an eyebrow. I smirked.  

"Okay okay...we get it!" Winston cried, making me rip my eyes away from Minho who had pushed off and was walking back over. 

Winston stepped forward, "How about the spear?" He held one in his hands.