After my uncle, Tayor, Damion and Chris leave I sit on my lounge and brood, thinking over all that had transpired. All my thoughts collide, whipping through my brain at break neck speeds, causing an inner whiplash that I really didn't need. Not a moment to soon the bell for evening classes chime, breaking my thought process. Within seconds I was up and out my door, walking down four flights of stairs, through the back door and out onto the lawn where targets are arranged systematically. I walk over to the group of huddling fifteen year old idiots standing around the weapons master. When I reach the huddle the weapons master looks up with a grin.
"Didn't expect to see you here Sam, haven't you had enough practice already?"
I roll my eyes and smirk back at him.
"One should always practice, weapons master, plus I still plan to beat my own records at least once every week"
He shakes his head while laughing before looking over my shoulder, at once his laughing stops, his expression turning grim. I frown and turn around, immediately my frown turns into a scowl. Standing behind me is Damion, though thankfully Chris and Tayor are nowhere to be seen. I cross my arms and he follow suit, copying every movement I make, every little twitch of my mouth as it tries to smile while I forcefully keep hold it back. I get bored of our staring contest and move forward so that I am barely centimetres from him, pushing as far as I can into his personal space without touching him. I hold my ground not moving and not looking away, for what feels like hours nothing but our eyes move, and then, they only move to blink. It is only when a cough from behind Damion pulls both of us away. When I look around him and see Tayor and Chris I can't hold the groan in, it flows out, it was relatively quiet yet I know that Damion hears it, seeing as his straight face morphs into a grin before he lowers his head and speaks into my ear.
"They take a bit of getting used to"
I fight back the grin that wants to unleash and turn around, once again facing the weapons master. He raises his eyebrows in question, I shake my head and walk over to one of the targets that are free. Looking at the knifes on the table I shake my head and laugh, before pulling out knifes from various places on me, the ones that I had placed there before dinner. There is the sound of an astonished whistle, I turn around to find Damion behind me, watching me pull out the knifes. I smirk again before turning back around, I pick up a knife and prepare to aim. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as Tayor and Chris get closer, and closer to my target. I wait, then I throw. I lose track of my knife until the sound of a resounding thud and two screams cause everyone to focus on the knife embedded in the wood target, right between the heads of Tayor and Chris. Both of them look back and forth between the knife and myself, struggling to comprehend there near death experience.
Just kidding, there was no way the knife was going to hit either of them, I am just that good. Damion rushes over to them while I take my time, checking out the view of the Pacific Ocean as I walk, which, by the way, is looking mighty fine today, just like every other day. When I finally reach them they all seem to have calmed down, though Damion looks like he wants to kill them. Chris is rolling his eyes every five seconds, so how the hell are they still in his head? Tayor, well, she, I can't really tell what mood Tayor is in, though I can say that she isn't her usual bubbly self, that I have seen so far. I smirk though it disappears seconds later when Damion turns around.
"You think that was funny?"
I shrug my shoulders and smirk again, crossing my arms and relaxing back onto my right leg in a bitch pose.
"You. Could. Have. Hit. Them!"
Each word is accented with a poke at my head, I reach up and slap his hand away when he goes in again. Reaching up my hand I poke him back as I say...
"I'm. To. Good. For. That. To. Happen!"
He rolls his eyes, a scowl set into his features.
"You know, if you scowl for too long the wind will change and then we won't be able to see those cute dimples you have when you smile."
His eyebrows raise in surprise. I fight off my smirk, trying to act serious. Chris and Tayor stand off to the side chuckling to themselves. I walk over to the target and pull out the knife, placing it in my back pocket, which, before you say anything, is specially made for knifes. When I turn back Damion is grinning, so then its my turn to raise my eyebrows.
"What?"
He grins even wider before walking into my personal space.
"You think my dimples are cute?"
My eyes widen and I back track through what I said before groaning and slapping my face. In an instant I turn on my heel and hurry back towards the table, trying to hide the embarrassment that I know is written on my face. Chris and Tayor follow, cracking up with laughter. The only person who doesn't follow is Damion, for whatever reason is his own. Thank god it was right then that the Weapons Master calls everyone to him.
...
"So..."
I was standing at my table again after the weapons master had gone through the safety rules. Across from me sharing the table is Tayor causing what would be a casual knife throwing lesson to be some what awkward.
"So?"
I turn towards her, bracing my hands on the table due to the awkwardness.
"How'd you meet the boys?"
She looks up from sharpening her knifes, a smirk on her face.
"You seriously want to know?"
I nod before picking up a knife. I turn and aim at my target.Taking a deep breath I squint, my eyes lock onto the distant target. I take a breath...
"While surveying dead bodies of women who were killed by a serial rapist murderer"
I let the blade go. It goes wide in my shock at her nonchalant tone. I spin around and gape at her.
"You are kidding right?"
She shakes her head laughing before throwing her own knife, it doesn't hit the centre but it gets close.
"Nope, we didn't have time to meet before hand, I didn't know anything about my new partners. We literally turned up said a quick hello before walking into the morgue where we introduced ourselves properly while studying the bodies"
I shake my head in wonder before turning back to my target, a second knife in my hand. This time Tayor doesn't say anything as I draw back the knife, take a quick breath, before throwing my arm forward letting go of the knife at just the right moment. I don't even look to see where it landed.
"Bulls-eye!"
An appreciative whistle sounds from behind me. I turn to see Chris and Damion standing with there arms crossed. Chris has an appreciative expression while Damion once again looks bored.
"Did you expect anything else?"
He looks towards where the knife that went wide then back at me. His eyebrow raising in question.
"I was in shock"
Damion raises his eyebrows this time, a slight smirk crossing his face.
"Tayor was telling me about how you met"
Chris nods his head a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, that could probably shock someone off their aim."
I roll my eyes before picking up three more knifes. I aim at my target and throw them, one straight after the other. The first lands millimetres away from the other knife in the target. The second pierces the handle of the original knife while the third pierces the second knife's handle. When I turn back around the three of them are gaping at me. A smirk graces my mouth.
"Catch!"
I hold up my arm, hand facing towards the target. Within seconds the handle of one of my knifes is in my hand again. They continue to gape. I walk over too the three of them and close their jaws one by one.
"Wouldn't want you to choke on flies, now would we?"
With and exaggerated flick of my hair over my shoulder, I turn on my heel and walk over to my target, dodging the blades of other students. When one gets close enough I catch it and throw it back to the student. Funnily enough they don't catch it, instead the knife pins the boy to the weapons table behind him. For a moment I turn and watch him struggle against the knife but when it gets boring I turn back and continue my walk to the target. I look over my shoulder at T, D and C, they are still standing there gobsmacked. A plan starts to formulate in my head, one that causes a devious smile to grace my face. When three students standing around my target look at me their faces drain of colour and they quickly walk away. I pull out the four blades and turn around. Without even aiming I throw three of them in quick succession, the other one ends up being twirled around by my hands as I walk back.
My three blades had landed on the table that was between the three of them. Damion sports a scowl, Chris has an astonished expression while Tayor looks to be back to her bubbly self, applauding my skills.
"Don't encourage it Tay"
Damion grounds out the words, obviously trying not to show how impressed he is. As soon as I reach them he turns around and stalks off, throwing one of the knives back to me. It's instinct to stretch up and catch it, hooking it into my jeans pocket where I store the one in my hand. Chris turns to me, the other two in his outstretched hand.
"Nice, scary, but nice"
I give him a genuine smile before taking them from his hand, also pocketing them in my back pocket. As soon as the knives are away Tayor squeals and throws herself around me, to which I awkwardly pat her arm. I give Chris a pleading glance and begrudgingly pulls her off.
"Oh my god! That was so cool, don't ever do it again, but, like, that was the best thing ever!"
She starts freaking out and rambling on and on. I shake my head and laugh. With an exaggerated roll of my eyes I reach out my hand and place it on her shoulder.
"Calm down"
In an instant she's silent, watching me, waiting.
"Come on, let's go find Damion"