Let Me In

Chapter 9 - Knives

A/N* I have changed the main character's hair colour from Amity to Dauntless to a light blonde because I want her to dye it brunette in Dauntless. Hope you guys like this chapter, also i'm thinking about making the next chapter Eric's POV, so let me know how you guys think about that idea. Thanks for reading and I really do hope you enjoyed it. Please review and vote, it really motivates me to write more often. Thanks!

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The next morning Myra and I got up at 5am to start our practice. Everyone else was still asleep and in all honesty, a few more hours of extra sleep sounds so tempting. However a promise is a promise and I am determined to help Myra improve. Myra herself happily accepted my help and have no problem getting up early while dragging my dreaming ass up with her. Guess the thought of staying in Dauntless with Edward was really motivating.

The training room was dead silent, seeing the free punching bags and the empty tracks got me excited. I have always loved running, especially when it's nice and quiet, really allows you to think. Myra and I started with jogging the tracks 3 times as a warm up, however we didn't quite finish because she looked like she was about to pass out after 1 and half laps. Didn't want to risk explaining to Edward why her girlfriend is in the infirmary due to a heart failure, I decided to work on some punching techniques with her. I was teaching her to stable her feet before a punch and use the core when throwing a punch when Four and Eric walked in. Both were very surprised to see us.

'What the hell are you two doing here so early?' Eric grumbled, unlike his normal neatly styled hair, his hair looked a little messy with a few strands stick up. Just woke up I assume. He wore the same black track pants with a sleeveless vest, showing off all his impressive arm muscles. From the scowl he wore on his face, I can safely bet that he is not a morning person. Four on the other hand looked genuinely surprised to see the best ranked initiate and the last ranked initiate practicing early in the mornings. I think I even saw an approving glint behind his eyes.

'Just helping my friend Myra practice.' I casually responded, like it's my daily routine to wake up at 5am in the morning dodging punches from a girl who hated my guts until last night. Myra seemed surprised at my ease towards using of the word 'friend' but just went along with it. Eric made a disbelieving scoff and walked off setting up the mats with Four. I ignored their presence while telling Myra to continue, however it soon became obvious that having Eric and Four there judging our practice makes her extra nervous because she begins to punch rapidly in all direction. Her punches were weak and messy, and surprisingly, pretty painful. I would know because the pressure of having our trainer and a dauntless leader there has somehow magically erased the punching bags in Myra's world and her 'multi-direction' 'random' punches mostly ended up on me. The lucky person that can not dodge because securing the punching bags is her responsibility. After a few pointless and irritating blows, I decided it's time to move on to something safer. Myra agreed as she walked towards the targets and picked up a gun. Great, shooting.

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After breakfast, Four announced that we will be taking a break from fighting today and instead move on to knife throwing. I was beyond grateful because the 5am practice and dodging punches...then bullets, really wore me out. I watched carefully as Four demonstrated the techniques to throwing the knife, I noted how he didn't use his wrist and instead it is a single flow of the arm movement. He also did not try to use too much power but instead the the right angle and speed was what got the knife to stick. Unfortunately for the other initiates, the idea of throwing a knife was simply too exciting that most of them didn't even focus on Four's demonstration. Eric stayed behind us, his eyes watching our every move. Soon he made eye contact with me, and raised an eyebrow. I realized that I have been staring for too long and am now the only initiate that haven't attempted one throw.