Four Feared [will not finish]

Chapter 5

The next day, we threw knives.

It was nerve racking to change in front of people with the tattoos especially when my back was still sore from the tattoos. It was hard okay. And they might guess... Then I'll die.

Martin demonstrated the stance for us, and Max came in and watched us for a while then left soon afterward.

When Martin gives us the knives we all find a target and begin throwing them, trying to hit the target. Trying.

My first knife misses completely. And my second barley clips the edge of the board. My third try hits the very outer ring, and the thud makes my second try fall to the floor with a clatter.

After we had been throwing for a while, Martin brings us over and hands us guns. We had to then load, unload, and then re load again in front of him, one at a time. Then we got to shoot,

Martin watched us one at a time, giving tips to people who were poor shots, and congratulating people who did well. Finally it's my turn.

As I walk to the target I breathe in, and position my self. I breathe out. I pull up my arm, breathe in, and aim. Then I exhale an shoot. BANG. My arm recoils at the shock and a hole appears in the center of the target.

I repeat the process, my arm jumps back again and the bang rebounds around the room as a hole appears in the center of the target, a bit off to the right of my first shot.

I look over to Martin as I get ready for another shot, his face I unreadable.

I exhale, aim and shoot. BANG. My arm recoils again and a hole appears in the ring surrounding the center circle, right below my first shot.

"That was okay," Martin says.

"Okay?" I ask, and I don't know what comes over me but I also add, "what am I suppose to do? Those were perfect shots!"

Martin takes two steps toward me, grabs my gun glances at the target then looks me in the the eye.

"No," he says and shoots, BANG. My first bullet hole becomes a little bit bigger indicating that he shot almost directly where I did. He wasn't even looking! I should know, I'm the one who is having a staring contest with him!

"Your shots," he says and shoots again. BANG, The hole gets even bigger and we all hear a, clang, he hit his bullet! "Are not perfect." He finishes and turns around and begins to walk away. "Eaton, you have to practice-"

"But I did!" I say, sharply.

"NO!" Martin thunders swinging around and pointing the gun at my face, even though I know it's not loaded, I still flinch. "You must practice until every shot you take looks like that!" He points the gun at the enlarged bullet hole. "Even when your not trying!" He lets the gun drop to his side, and begins to walk away again.

I hear some snickers from around the room and Martin turns around and looks at the other initiates.

"That goes for all of you too," he is quiet, but the room is so silent it's scary. "Eaton back in line! You, Eric get up here and shoot, you haven't got all day! MOVE!"

I sulk back to the end of the line and Eric strides up to the target. But I don't care what he shoots like, I'm fuming.

By the time I'm in control of my self everyone is done with their test and they are slowly leaving the training room. The Dauntless born initiates are filing in, as I squeeze past them and into the dining hall.

I eat in silence, but the others are anything but. When we are done eating, Colton and the girls are going to get piercings and go 'shopping', they invite me but I'd rather not. I don't want piercings and I'd much rather practice my shot then walk after two overly energetic girls and a guy I barley know. So we say our goodbyes and I sneak into the training room after I see the Dauntless initiates leave.

When I get in there I'm met by a surprise.

It's Martin.

"I thought that you would show up," he says smiling.

"Why would you ever think that?" I ask almost mockingly, although I'm still mad at him for making fun of me I front of all the other initiates.

"Because, if someone said what I said to you to me, I would work on my shot until I was better than them," he laughs,"I would work my butt off to prove them wrong, even though I would still be proving them right in a way." Hen he gets serious.

"So why are you here?" I ask as I walk over to the guns on the wall and grab one, I load it.

"To make you even better than me," he smiles again. "Although that won't be to hard!"

We both laugh.

It feels weird to laugh so freely. Back with my father, something I could laugh about, or even someone that I could laugh with, was quickly removed from my life. But here, not just with my newly found friends but just Dauntless in general was much better than my old life. I knew that opinion would probably change soon and want to leave again soon, but for now. This was a good feeling.

So for the next four hours I worked with Martin on correcting my technique, stance, everything. He gave me tips on how to aims me how much to tilt up for distance, (although I wouldn't have to use that much)

When we took a break, Martin broke the silence.

"Amar," he says.

"What?"

"Amar, that's my real name," he says and looks at me, "Martin is a joke, Amartin. Martian. But my name is Amar."

"Okay..." I say.

"Just thought that if we are going to trust each other then I should tell you my real name."

"No offense but, I wouldn't have noticed if you didn't tell me." I say.

"That's fun, he says laughing, "most people don't either."

Then it's silent again.

After about fifteen minutes of that, Mart- no Amar- gets up and leaves.

"Good practice," he says, "but you still have a lot of work to do."

This time I don't argue. I sit there for a few minutes then get up and put my gun away.

Then I go the one of the clothing stores and grab a black shirt with the sleeves cut off of it and some black shorts. I then go take a shower and let the warm water wash over me and soothe my tired muscles. When I get out I tousle my hair with a towel and dry off. Put my new clothes on and I feel refreshed. Then I head to dinner.

"Looking all bad with his new black clothes is nobody but mister, I-hate-hanging-out-with-my-totally-awesome-friends!" Anni says after I get my food and slide into the seat next to her. Then she whispers really loudly, "actually black is a nice clot on you, and the sleeveless number?" She raises an eyebrow.

I laugh and so does Valerie and Colton who of course heard the whole thing, thanks to Anni's loud whispers.

"So what did you do?" Valerie asks.

"I went and shot some more, worked on some stuff, got these," I gesture at my clothes, "Took a shower, then came hear."

They don't ask anymore questions, which is good. I didn't think that I should tell them about Martin's name is actually Amar. He told me, and trusted me. That was a good feeling. He trusted me.

That night when I got into bed I was ready for anything. I fell asleep thinking of what we could possibly dot the next day.

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A/N

OMG! I am really sorry! I had writers block then I was just lazy and I know I haven't been on in forever, so I will try and post Chapter 6 really soon!

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