Forget You

Target Practice

We were in the range all day, challenging each other to different trick shots, and it was actually a lot of fun. We both were laughing when the end of the day came around.

When we were about to leave, a man named Pete stopped us and said to me, "I noticed that you're very good with throwing knives."

"Yeah, so?" Devan asked.

"So," Pete smirked at us. "I want to see just how good."

"Pete, what are you thinking?"

"Devan, come here."

Pete grabbed onto Devan's arm and pulled him along because Devan wasn't liking Pete's idea. Pete then had Devan stand directly in front of a section of the wall that was softer for a target. Then he told me to stand back in front of the target.

"Uh, no way," Devan started to move.

Pete pushed him back. "Yes. Let's see how good you are."

I had no problem with this and stood ready with a few knives in my hands.

"Scout, don't you dare," Devan said to me.

I threw one of the knives, purposely hitting almost a foot away from him.

"If you move, I will hit you," I told him.

"How do I know you won't hit me when I don't move?" He asked.

"Because if I end up killing you, then Pete can kill me."

"I still don't trust that you won't hit me."

"I promise that I won't hit you."

"Words are only words."

"And you have my word."

Before Devan could argue back, I threw another knife, this time hitting only a few inches from his leg.

"You better not flinch," I challenged.

Now that I made it a challenge, Devan was more willing to stay where he was.

I had four more knives. Devan stood straight with his hands behind his back. So my next knife I threw in the small space there was between his arm where it bent and his side. The next one went between his legs, dangerously close to certain areas. He sent me a warning look and I stopped his look by throwing the next one straight at him. He was about to panic, but the way I had thrown it made it curve so it curved in the air and ended up sticking next to his arm.

"Don't do that again," He said.

"Don't flinch," I said back.

My threw my last knife and it landed right next to his neck, so close that it cut his skin, a small bead of blood dripping down. But he didn't flinch.

"I am never doing that again," Devan said as he walked away.

I followed him back to the house and back into the office.

"That was so much fun," I said, sitting on the edge of the desk.

"It was fun," Devan sat in his chair. "Until you targeted me."

"That was the best part. I don't ever get to use someone to test my aim on. And everyone knows that I have deadly accuracy so they have nothing to worry about."

"That is what they worry about, that you will kill them."

"I told you that I wouldn't. Not yet anyway."

"Oh that makes me feel better."

"Were you scared?"

"A bit, yeah. I was standing, without being able to move, as you threw deadly weapons at me."