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08/04/2015 11:49 PM 

Eric.

 

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Amar had once told me '"There are four types of environments; the one that can help destroy you, the one that can help improve you, the one that can destroy the improved you and the one that can improve the destroyed you. Watch out and be vigilant!'
 Eric always reminded me of this. Not in the verbal sense. It was more so Amar's warning ringing in my mind whenever Eric was around.
Turning my head I glance towards Eric. We used to be close once. When we were both initiates. That was until I knocked one of his teeth out in our initiation. I'm not stupid. He's never forgotten it or forgiven me for it.

"See for yourself!" dryly I inform him, ignoring his sly dig towards me and take a step to the side.  As I reach for the set of three knifes laid out boldly upon the table beside me, I can feel his eyes fall somewhere north of me, like he is standing above me. I hate it and quickly straighten up. I know how smart he is. And that if I'm not careful he'll notice my weakness's. Instead I turn towards the target, a knife in my right hand.

I had requested that the knife throwing be taken from the curriculum this year, because it serves on other purpose then fueling the Dauntless bravado. None of the Initiates will ever use it, except to impress someone, the way I was about to impress them now. Eric had said that dazzling people or making them fearful could be useful and denied my request.

Amar had taught me to tie my movements to my breaths. Balancing one of the blades by its hilt within my right hand, I inhale and stare at the targets center. Stepping forward with my right foot, I bring the blades grip to my right shoulder and exhale. Tossing the blade through the air, I hear a few of the initiates draw a breath as the knife embeds itself in the center of the target.

There is a calmness in its rhythm. A stillness that lets me focus and for a moment, forget everything else. Almost like I can feel Amar still standing there, watching. Inhale, grip the next knife in my right hand. Exhale turning the hilt between my fingers. Inhale focus on the target. Exhale and throw!


The other Factions call us brutish, as if we don't use our minds. But that is all I ever do here! It is what I need to do. Turning to face Eric once again, I nod, "The floors all yours" knowing full well he'll try to use fear to get at least one of the initiates to break.

 
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