Sam's POV
Training has been more difficult then i could imagine. I'm sore in more places then i can count.
Today we are going to a different room for training.
In the training room Four shows us how to throw knives. He hits the dead center of the target each time. Harry is the same. Then we each are given some knives and choose a target. I'm next to Niall and Liam. The first time I throw my knife it's just to the left of the target. Harry walks behind me and pauses. I take in a breath position my knife and left go as i exhale. It's almost dead center in the target, but this tim only a little to the right
"Like this" Harry says. He helps me throw the knife by moving my arm with his, and it hits the target dead center. I smile and shiver when he stops touching me.
"Just move your feet so they align with the target" He says. I nod and try it once on my own. It hits the center. I smile and so does Harry, but I could barely tell. Then Eric walks in. He stands behind Al and Zayn. They both haven't even come close to hitting the target. Then they each throw a knife and it clatters to the floor.
"Well dont just stand there, go grab it!" Eric shouts. Zayn and Al both refuse.
This is worse then making Christina dangle from the chasm yesterday.
"Everybody stop" Eric says in a dull voice.
"You guys are both going to stand infront of that target, Harry and Four are going to throw those knives at you, and if either of you flinch you're out" Eric threatens.
"This is stupid, it won't prove anything" I spit not wanting my friend to be kicked out. And Tris said the same thing as I did at the same time.
"They both of you won't mind taking there place, Four will throw at Tris, an Harry will throw at Sam." Eric says. I take in a breath and walk to a target, followed by Tris. I could tell that this was bothing Four that he wasn't the one throwing at me. I looked at Harry as he picked up a few knives. He gave me a slight nod and began to thow. The first knife was towards the side of my head.
I just stared at Harry as Four then threw one towards Tris.
I waited for the knives. The next one was on the sife of my leg, then on top of my head, then finally one grazed my left shoulder. I looked at it and saw blood begining to drip done from the cut.
"Points for bravery stiffs, but not as much as you both just lost, class dismissed." Eric says and walks out, along with everyone else. Tris yells at my brother and i walk over to Harry.
"You cut me" I tell him as he takes the bloody knife out of the board.
"Eric wouldn't have let up unless I did."
"So you had to cut me so deep?"
"What else was I supposed to do? besides you're strong you can take it" He says and walks out of the room and I am left alone to my thoughts.
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Divergent Direction
FanfictionScarlet Eaton, is Tobias Eaton other wise known as Four's younger sister. Scarelt had relised somthing...she's Divergent, along with her brother, she soon finds out Tris is Divergent as well, along with the strange instructor that Four works with in...
