Divergent: some scenes from 4's POV

knife throwing scene pt 2

"Anyone can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything."

"Then you should be more than happy to take his place." Eric says coldly.

I can tell she doesn't want to do this but there's no backing down now.
As she's waking over to take Al's place, Peter try's to trip her and says,

"Well there goes your pretty face. Oh wait, you don't have one."

I would love to smack Peter.

"A little help here, Four?" Eric says, twirling a knife around his finger.

I would love to smack him too.

I walk towards Eric and take the knives from his hands. I turn towards Tris, who now stands in front of the target where Al had stood moments earlier. She stares at me, her bright eyes shine from the little light in the room reflecting off of them. She tips her chin up slightly at me. She shows a stubbornness that seems to have stuck with her from Abnegation, a stubbornness I know far too well to ignore.

I take one knife in my right hand, leaving the others in my left. I lift my right hand and pull it behind my head, moments later, my arm hand fallen from the air, while the knife spins, handle over blade, towards Tris's side. The blade strikes the target, inches from her waist, and sticks.

I hear a small gasp from someone in the crowd, likely Mira.

Tris does not look away from me, her eyes seem to be glued to the knives I hold, as if she could read where I planned to throw them next.

I swap another knife from my left hand to my right, as I did before, I pull my hand behind my head and yank my arm forward, watching as the knife flys through the air, the blade spinning over the handle, then, handle over blade, until the blade has struck the target around Tris.

Her eyes show no urge to move from me. She seems to be fighting something, fear, perhaps? No, not fear, failure. Yet, she seems to show no mercy.

I repeat this process twice more, only quicker, the emotions illustrated in her eyes urge me to look away, although, part of me would rather not.

The next two knives stick above her head, and the other, the last nicks her ear. I feel a familiar vibration in my throat, indicating my vocal activity. Though, I do not hear my words.

Now, the only emotion I see in Tris's eyes is anger, everything associated with anger is drawn in her eyes at this moment. My left hand contains only one knife left, but now, I hear Eric's voice, he says something that seems to have dismissed the rest of the initiates.

After a few more moments, Tris and I are alone, the only people in the room. She glares at me almost, and walks stubbornly towards the door.

I feel the vibration in my throat again, but I don't hear our conversation. At least not until our voices are raised.

"You know," I say. "I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!"

"What do you mean?" She says.

"Don't you think if I wanted to hurt you," I say, turning towards the door. "I would've." I push the door open and let it fall shut behind me. I hear Tris shout something, but now, it is far too muffled by my thoughts.

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