I walk to the board.
Eric is making Four throw the knifes. But Eric doesn't know.
We have done this before.
"I don't want to hurt you Bea," Tobias said.
"Just throw the dang knife. I want to see your aim under pressure."
"But what is I miss?"
"I'll be fine."
He threw three knifes at me that day. He never missed once.
Now he is even better.
I look into his eyes and I see it, the golden fleck.
Right now
He is
Tobias.
I relax and breathe.
"You can back out, Stiff," Eric taunts.
"I'm okay," I reply cooley.
He throws. I close my eyes, I'm so relaxed right now.
"Eyes open," he says.
I open my eyes.
Throw.
This time it is about two inches away from my body.
"Come on Four, you can get closer than that."
"Maybe a trim?"
"Just a little off the top."
Throw.
One inch away.
His eyes grow cold as he releases the last knife, as if it physically pains him,
Blood drips from my ear.
He cut me.
On purpose.
But he didn't want to.
Eric wouldn't have let me go.
---------- Arinanna Gra ----------
"Tris," Chris says. "I still hold my firm belief that you have a death wish."
"Thanks so much by the way," Al says for the 20th time.
"No problem."
"You were so at ease up there," Will adds.
"Well I guess I have a dangerous habit of taking
A breath in the face of fear."
Sorry about how crappie this is. Crap is going to go down in the next 1-2 chapters so please don't leave me. 😫
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Roots
FanfictionBeatrice Prior- a lonely girl who grew up in Abnegation Tobias Eaton - a boy who never belonged Tris and Tobias grew up in Abnegation together and of course, fell in love. From the age of 6 for Beatrice and 8 for Tobias they set a plan in motion- t...
