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we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget I feel like my whole existence is against me. It's so easy to feel that way. Someone up in the sky decided that everything you want to be isn't up to you and it's up to someone else. When all I really want is to be able to choose how I act. They play with me like I am a chess piece that can be sacrificed for the players grader good. I am done being the pawn, I want to be the king. But if I want to be the king I have to knock people down, and I can't get myself to ruin people for my success. And that is where I fall. It seems all I am destined to be is the pawn. The pawn in an important picture.  Sometimes I don't mind being a pawn. But when your family member gets to be the knight, you don't understand why you looked down on so much. He's strong, so am I. Except he likes to fight, and I am forced to. And the knight needs to fight in order to do his job. An order I suppose. He is everything I am but one important thing. He has will and passion, and I am simply doing this to be accepted. The shining knight in armor always needs his damsel in distress but he ends up leaving the damsels in distress for other men to save. He thinks women need a man to do everything for them. But I view different from him and he says thats why I can't get one for myself - because I am weak. But I am not weak, I just accept the truth.  Yet even though he is an ass and breaks girls hearts one by one, he still is flocked to and he has had more one night flings then I have had romanic interests I will have in my whole life. And every time I curl my weight under my arm, the heavier my breath gets as I listen to him five feet away trying to seduce another one of his victims. As I retract my muscle, a smirk appears as I curl because not very often girls resist his so called charm. I felt like at that moment in time I finally found a girl who was worth knowing, someone who values herself into not dating guy like my brother. He's been flirting with her for such a long time. I even heard rumors they were a 'thing' and one person told me they hooked up after a party last week. Of course I laughed, Norah seemed to have more respect for herself.  His voice grew more angry and I dared to lift my eyes from off the mirror to them. Aaron's stare caught mine and I was locked in like a hawk with its prey. My face got red and quickly I turned back to the mirror, acting as though I was focusing on my counting. 1, 2, 3, 4.... slowly turned into fragments of their conversation. "Maybe you should walk away, Aaron. Before you start hitting something because it's not going your way." My words spit from my tounge in many direction but my eyes stay glued to the mirror. Most would be shocked, I rarely say anything mean to anyone because of fear of the fight.  Adrian Newport

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[Louie]

Norah Lux



Funny, how life throws you a curve ball. You see it coming, it happens, then you swing and miss by a longshot. It's almost as if you were already drowning... but you still have enough breath to survive. The problem is all around you, you know you'll never make it through, and you just want to end it all. But you know you can't, you know that one day it'll be worth it, one day it will save you from your worth your life, worth your entire existence. I can feel the water around me, spreading throughout my body and into me now, killing me slowly and painfully.

This guy has been talking to me for at least fifteen minutes now, though I've told him several times to back off. A scowl forms on my face now, my brow furrowing. He keeps blabbing about how I look, how nice I seem, and all that crap. I know it's all a lie, it's easy to tell. And it doesn't help his odds that he interrupts me every time I try to say something.

"Look, you bett-" I began, but once again, I was cut off for some stupid compliment. This is enough...

I notice that somebody beside him said something, causing him to turn away for a moment. The edge of my lip curled as I cracked my knuckles. Now's my chance, now's the time to get out of here. With a single, swift motion, the palm of my hand meets his face. It stung for a moment, but the satisfaction was totally worth it. Now, I wasn't the only angry one. I glanced over to his friend, was staring into a mirror. He resembled this guy a bit. Geez, I don't even know his name...

As he stood in shock, I walked closer to him, my index finger on his chest. "Now you listen to me, mister." I gave him a light shove backwards. "You're going to stay away from me, or there's plenty more where that came from!" I gestured toward the now red mark on his cheek.

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[kendall]

we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget Ryan continues to use his words to seduce her but words don't mean anything to him. The moment a boy tells a girl they care it seems they automatically run to them. Bur Norah, she was different, she didn't run to anyone, everyone just ran to her. And the fancy way with words to woo himself a new girl for the day, didn't seem to be working as well as it usually did. "Look, you bett-" Her voice is strong and clear but my brothers deep one drowned her out. Her face muscles twitch as he speaks. She doesn't like to be ignored and all Ryan is doing is doing the exact opposite to seduce her.  My brother turns to me and opens his mouth to say something nasty back but nothing ever happens. Out of the reflection of the mirror I see only a glimpse of skin on skin contact. The smack echoes through the training center and I set down my weights for a moment just to take it all in, but not looking away from the mirror. "What the hell..." My brothers voice angrily says under his breath. I feel Norah's eyes casted on me like beady hawk eyes and I swallow hard, trying not to laugh or crack under pressure. It wasn't often my brother got roasted by a girl, especially younger one. He's nineteen now and why he still trains like he is a career is honestly out of my mind. The moment I turn 19 I am leaving this place forever.  Norah moves with swagger, stepping closer to him. Her body swaying with all the emotion built up inside of her. I begin to walk to the weight rack and place my old ones away and grab different ones. I was intrigued in the conversation. "Now you listen to me, mister." She shoved him lightly away from her but stepped closer when she did. I wondered if my brother's face was still stinging. It was like karma was biting him in the behind for all the times he has ever slapped me. He used to beat me up saying it was to man me up for the real world. "You're going to stay away from me, or there's plenty more where that came from!" My brother stands up straight and tried to act like that didn't embarrass him at all. Puffing his chest he looks at her. "I don't know what I ever saw in you, I don't date bitchs." He turned around and walked to his bag, and as he passed me he purposely ran into me causing me to almost drop my weights.  Glancing at Norah, I set my weights back down and walk away from the scene. At first I was going to talk to her, but I got the feelings she didn't want to talk to me at all. So instead I made my way to my group training session. For fifteen minutes I ran around the track until I could catch up to Norah nonchalantly. "You're lucky he didn't slap back. He hits pretty hard." All I pray is that she doesn't hit me for trying to talk to her.  Adrian Newport (I can help you make one if you want)

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[Louie]

(It's all good)

Norah Lux 


I turned away from him as he stormed away, now a large hand-shaped mark on his face. I begin to jog the track, focusing on how many steps I take to keep my mind from straying to something I'd regret. It's a bit more quiet today than usual. I can hear all the conversations from the opposite end of the room. My footsteps echo throughout the area.

I felt like a superhero now, knowing that I just slapped that guy, who looked as if he could step on me, and made him rage so much he completely left the room. Now, my feet pounded against the solid concrete floor, while my breath began to get heavy. I needed to slow down a bit, so I stopped a moment to catch my breath.

"You're lucky he didn't slap back. He hits pretty hard."

I whip around, seeing the same guy who was by the mirror observing the short fight. My immediate thought was to slap him too, but something stopped me. I don't know what, but it seemed like I couldn't, gravity pulling my hand away.

"Yeah, easy for a bystander to say." I muttered, and began to jog again.

What was it that stopped me from hitting him? This whirled around in my brain for a moment. I didn't like it, the feeling of not being able to do what I wanted. My feet yank me to a stop, and force me to turn around. I look back to him.

"Who're you anyway?" 

Again, I couldn't stop myself. What was this feeling? It felt like things were just pouring out of my mouth, saying whatever it is that I was thinking. 

[kendall]

we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget Her body whipped around to a complete stop. I slow myself down in a jult to stay in front of her. Her eyes seem to squint and her body language become defensive. I try to relax. She obviously see's me as a threat. "Yeah, easy for a bystander to say." Norah mutters under her breath and her pace picks up leaving me a little far behind her. "He is my brother." I mutter but she quickly starts her pace and I don't know if she heard me or not. Afraid that she did, I waited awhile before catching back up, the risk of being hit was too great. I have gotten punch a lot in my lifetime, but that doesn't mean I like it.  My muscle tension of her arms as she began to jog again indicated that she nada desire to hit me that she was holding back. Ever sense I was little I was caught to learn how to read body language. It's like a whole different world and you can learn a lot by just watching how someone moves their bodies.  I smile before I catch up with her running pace. Step One of my many steps was not to get punched. Usually all the boys that talk to her get a black eye and she gets nasty names tagged onto her name. But no one is a bitch without a good reason to be. I don't want to be quick to judge. My feet match her's and I can hear the echo of the footsteps across the room.  Her voice stung through the early morning air. "Who're you anyway?" A wave of disappointment came across me and crashed down on my stomach. I was hoping she would at least know of my name. We had been but together for training drills several times when we were younger. Was my existence that little of an importance that I had been in her life for so long and she didn't even both to know my name. I cracked a laugh, hard and dry, wishing she would smile and laugh saying she was only joking. The stern look on her face showed no intention of doing so.  As I ran I ruffled my hand through my hair and I caught my breath for a moment before I spoke, scared to break the uncomfortable quietness. "I am Adrian. You know, I have been in your training class for what 10 years or so?" I failed to mention I was actually number one or at least in the top three most of my years training but I didn't want to seem like a push over. That's what my brother would do, say things about himself until the girl was swooning over him. "Which I mean, isn't that long of a time." I add my own sense of dry humor into the mix, hopping to lighten up the conversation.  Adrian Newport (Are you sure? i have sooo many templetes)

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[Louie]

(Well, ok I guess xD)

Norah Lux 


"I am Adrian. You know, I have been in your training class for what 10 years or so?"

I nod, suddenly remembering him. He was really good, top of the class. I mentally scold myself for not realizing who he was, but then again, I've never actually paid enough attention to see what he looks like. I only knew his name. My mind buzzes with a multitude of thoughts. It seems that I might be able to get along with him, but he is top of the class. Usually they are arrogant and annoying, always bragging. I'm thankful he didn't say it though, I suppose that's a good sign.

"Which I mean, isn't that long of a time." he joked, sounding a bit awkward.

He's nervous, I thought, nearly saying out loud. I found this funny, being nervous around me. I've punched countless numbers of people, it's hard to count now actually. But it seems like this guy, Adrian, might be a little different. Doesn't seem harmful, arrogant, or annoying for that matter. 

I extend my hand, offering a handshake. "Norah. Lux, Norah Lux." 

I'm not sure how to react at this point. I've heard the guys on the streets mention things about telling a lot through a person's handshake. I'd hate to leave a bad impression on somebody in the top three of training class. In fact, I'd hate to make a bad impression on the top ten. I may be in there somewhere, I haven't paid much attention lately, but I doubt it. I'm not really bad at anything, but I'm not spectacular at much. I can throw a knife well if I want to, but other than that I'm a nobody. Unless you count attention, I've been stalked a few times by creepy guys who think I'll waste my time with them. And their wrong, every time, I always blow them off.

I silently tell myself one thing, hoping that it doesn't mean anything and it won't happen-
If Adrian turns out to be another weirdo like his brother, he'll be left just like his brother, top three or not.

[kendall]

we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget The first thing I think of when I think of Norah is closed off. She seems like a career girl who wouldn't dare to be nice to someone even if the nicest person came into their life. They just couldn't help but be mean. Like my brother, if he said something nice a snarky comment would be made just to even it out. And someone like that was a turn off for me. I liked girls who were warm and caring and loves their families.  Someone who isn't afraid to show their kindness. Yet, Norah did somehow draw me in. Maybe it was the way she walked with her swagger or her fierceness. I think she has something to offer and something to hid and I want to find it out.  She reminds me of a young girl that once fostered with my family. She had dark hair and wild green eyes and she would sing with me as I played guitar until the sun set in the sky. Even though her rough life she seemed to be the reason of life. Just to keep going and to accept things that came to you. mallory, who even was named to be unfourtanute, still found happiness. She lived with us for 7 months then Mallie was sent back to her real father and mother who forbid her to talk to us again. I wish with all my heart she was still lively just like she was when I was 15 and she was 9.  Her head nods and I smile. Maybe she had heard of me. "Norah. Lux, Norah Lux."  Her voice is less strained now and she stops to extend her hand for me. I pause for a moment. Not in a long while has anyone introduced themselves to me with a handshake. A grin appears on my face and I take her hand, and firmly shake it . Once I let go, I start to rub my hands together. Her hands were soft, but sweaty at the same time. Mine were rough from all the callouses and cuts from knifes and I felt a little insecure. The thoughts of everything that could have possibly gone wrong in the handshake fill my mind and I bit my lip trying to sway to let them pass.  The conversation hit its low point and I desperatly tried to bring something up. "So do you have any nicknames? I used to be called Adri a lot, but not anymore." I say with a little too much enthusiasm, then mid sentence trying to calm it down. It seems I always have a tendency to get a little jittery when talking to people. Blushing, I wondered if she thought I was stupid. I probably seemed to her. But in reality, I probably was keeping my cool on the outside while I fought with myself on the inside. "But you can call me that if you want, I mean I don't care."  Quickly spitting out words. I wasn't quite sure if she would want to call me that or if she thought it was awfully childish for a grown boy who was number one. Despite my build and countless tattoo's, I wasn't exactly rough. I didn't enjoy a fight, even though its the only thing I know how to do well.  I try to be the lover. But fighting seemed to follow me. And it seemed to me Norah had the same problem.  Adrian Newport (check your pm!)

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[Louie]

"So do you have any nicknames? I used to be called Adri a lot, but not anymore." he says after accepting my handshake.

I'm not quite sure how to respond. I mean, nobody has ever called me anything besides either Norah, or Lux. It felt a little weird, thinking about nicknames. I never saw any purpose for them anyway. You have a name so use it... If you were born Bob, why would you go by some strange nickname that somehow ties into what you've done with your life that nobody really cares about? I certainly wouldn't do that, I was born Norah Lux and I will always be Norah Lux. Not even marriage will change that, no way in hell.

I shake my head vigorously. "Nope, I don't like 'em. Think they're stupid." I couldn't really control that last part, it just fell from my mouth.

Rather than running, I start to walk slowly, though my eyes never left Adrian. My eyes linger there, they don't want to. They stay there, looking him up and down. Then they meet his eyes. I stare for a moment, memorized, until I realize how long I've been looking. What just happened? Do I...? No, no way, never. I'm on my own in this world, friends and love will only destroy me. They's only stop me from winning this competition called life.

I look away, and I feel my cheeks get a bit warmer. Instead of acting embarrassed, I snap my head to look at him once again. "Flirting? Just like your brother." I said, stomping away. I hear my footsteps echo throughout the training center. I'm confused, now, I feel my stomach do a backflip. What's happening? What is it I'm feeling? I start jogging and push open the door, letting sunlight cover my body. 

Feeling sick, I use my hand to hold me against the wall of the alley just outside the training center. I slide down the wall, my head in my hands.

"No!"

[kendall]

we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget The strange look on her face gives me the feeling she isn't to fond of nicknames and things like that. Some people stringy believe in the name they were given. Like it's a sort of gift. Being called something else is ungrateful towards that name. "Nope, I don't like 'em. Think they're stupid." Her harsh and blunt words take me back and my heart feels a pang. I wasn't expecting her to react that way. Maybe a small smile or a laugh indicating me talking to her wasn't such a bad thing. "Oh, well ok I guess just Adrian then." I let out a hesitant chuckle. "I guess you aren't someone who likes nicknames." I personally like my nickname. Not many people call me that anymore but it reminds me of childhood.  Honestly, I thought tho was going along fairly well. She hadn't hit me or yelled at me and the few people around us were probably astonished she hadn't stormed out yet. That made me feel good but I must have jinxed myself. Very suddenly she raises her voice in defense.m"Flirting? Just like your brother." She stomps away from me, her footsteps rumbling through the center. "Norah- wait-" I call but she's already gone and my voice rings to nobody. My face blushes red and I sigh. Standing there in complete confusion on what I did wrong. Feeling sick, I question what I did. Was it something I said? It was going well and I chose my words very carefully.My choice of words maybe weren't the best but I think it was more her then me. She couldn't stand the fact I just wanted to talk to her.  I debate following her. Risking my once non-bruised face might b worth trying to men the relationship I almost had. But her outburst made me question my motives. Was I actually just trying to be her friend but was that little pang in my stomach an indicator I wanted her to like me?  My feet decide for me and I run after her looking down at my feet. As I pass the locker room I run into a hard force and I look up. My brother chuckles.  "Leave me alone, Ryan." "Little brother, what have I told you about going after my left-overs? They aren't worth it."  "Please let me though." I ask, trying to push by. I manage to get his footing tangled and his body sways allowing me to get by. "You might not realize this but you brain hasn't caught up with your body. You mind says lets be friends but your body wants sex."  I glare at him and he laughs walking to grab his bags. As I run up outside I wonder if he was right but I heard a voice shout "No!" which brings my attention to Norah who was up against the wall. I wasn't sure if I should go up to her but I do. Sliding down next to her I wait for a moment. "I am sorry if I came off that way." I say carefully. "I may look like my brother but I am not like him at all." Forcing a smile my voice shakes. "If you want we could maybe get coffee or something. You know, so I can show you I just want be friends."  Adrian Newport

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[Louie]

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I hear footsteps beside me and peek from my fingers to see the nervous face of Adrian. This isn't helping, not at all. "I am sorry if I came off that way. I may look like my brother but I am not like him at all. If you want we could maybe get coffee or something. You know, so I can show you I just want be friends." His voice shakes. Anticipation, I presume. Thoughts bubble into my brain, many of them popping as they rise to the surface. I feel like I've still got plenty of breath, but I'm suffocating, unable to do anything. Most people don't ask people out for coffee if they just want to be friends. Nevertheless somebody who was just flirting with you. It's almost like he's trying to get inside my head, play me like a game of chess. One move at a time, he's getting inside of my head, making me feel as I do. But in reality, he's just another person trying to be with me. "N-" I almost decline, but I suddenly get an idea. "A bet... I win, you leave me alone forever." I start, saying it slowly as I fix the flaws in the plan. "You win, I'll go with you." This time it's my voice that shakes, far worse than his. I can't help myself from laughing as I shake my head in disbelief. Did I really just risk this? No, I'll win, Adiran has no chance. "Knives. First bulls-eye wins." I push myself up off the ground and lean against the wall, still chuckling, but small tears in the corners of my eyes. What is I lose? Do I really want to do this? Of course I do, why wouldn't I? I'm great at throwing knives! My mind races, flooding and jumbling my thoughts. Without waiting for his response, I return to the spot we were last, which happened to be across from the targets. I grab five knives for each of us, set his down, and flip a knife around in my hand. "Your going to have to fight for me, buddy." I mutter and aim my first dagger. I throw my arm forward, releasing the dagger a little late. It cuts through the air nicely but it goes a bit below the middle. I glance at my hands, which were now shaking. Not helping....... I thought.

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[Louie]

(Thank you for the table so much! It's great!)

[kendall]

we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget My brothers voice echoes in my head. What if he is right? Am I just another one of those boys who don't even want to get to know the girl? I shake my head, refusing to give into the thought I was equal to them. My whole life I wanted to be like my brother until I realized how horrible her way. The day I saw him using his strength to bring down the weaker was the day I lost hope in him. The look I gave him was a look of disappointment, like finding out everything in my life had been a lie. Soon, my whole training career and social life revolved on being exactly the opposite of what I thought I wanted to be. And I wasn't going to stop now. Even if it meant forgetting about how much Norah made me want to jump.  She stares at me with sort of a chill. Even though I towered over her I felt small in her gaze. "N-" Her voice seems irritated. As I almost flinch to leave her in peace she changes her sentence causing me to smirk a little bit. This shows she wasn't totally against me. Like there is something that she wants from me. I am personally surprised that she hadn't given up on me because she usually don't even give the guy a change.  "A bet... I win, you leave me alone forever." Slowly she tells me her plan, plotting it out carefully. I had a feeling it was something she knew she wouldn't loose. "You win, I'll go with you." Shrugging I place my hands in my pocket, trying to be calm. "Yeah, that sounds fair." I back away as she gets herself up. "What are we doing?" I ask but she doesn't reply right away.  What if I lost? I couldn't think like that. There is a chance I would never talk to her again with this but it is a blessing in a way. She could have just blown me off as though I wasn't very important and get on with her life, boy free. There was always the option of even if I did win, I wouldn't make her go. Forcing anyone to do something against their will is wrong and I don't want to be someone known to do that. But at the same time, I want whats mine. If I win, I deserve to get my prize. And this girl and a nice cup of coffee was my prize. It is a good prize I think.  She walks up to the target and grabs a knife. My face grows red with a blush. Knives was one of my better skill but when competing with some girls it was hard to stand a chance. I was strong, but my thick wrists compared to the controlled lankiness of Norah's she had better control. "Knives. First bulls-eye wins." Norah looks nervous, talking to herself in her head and calming herself down. I smile a little looking at which knife I would want to use. "May the best win." I say under my breath. Some people became curious and began to watch. A burning in my stomach erupted. Now there would be a crowd. Great. Let the games begin. "Your going to have to fight for me, buddy." She throws the knife a second to late, and it hits below the middle of the target. Her hands shake.  Grabbing my knife, I throw it in the air it twirls and lands back in my palm. Not what I was looking for. I grab a lighter knife and as I walk to the starting position of my target I graze my finger over the razor. Breathing deep I throw the knife, it spinning at a fast speed and hitting the board with a thud. The blade slices through the wood, going deep into it because of the amount of fore. The handle sticks out only a half an inch below the top of Norah's. I curse at myself under my breath. That's not the technique to use. I back up slowly. This is gonna be close.  Adrian Newport

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[Louie]

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I hold my breath as I move away from the knives, letting Adrian get to them. He threw his knife with one nice swing, but it surprisingly went even below mine. This bewildered me, especially because he was top of the class. I stared at the target for a minute, but I soon felt eyes on me. I turned to look behind me, but only found several people standing there, watching us. I cursed under my breath, wishing that they would just disappear. 

I walked up to the knives and examined each one. I picked one up and tossed it into the air, gripping it by the tip as it descended. Perfect, nice and balanced. Just to be sure, I did the same with a few more, but this was the best one. I weighed it in my hand one last time before I side-armed it across the room. When I stepped, I felt my foot slide on the floor, though only a bit, and the knife missed the target completely. 

My face red, I strode away from the rack and leaned up against a wall, refusing to look at anybody, even though I could feel their eyes on me. I felt a nasty taste in my mouth, like I was going to throw up. But I wasn't, I can't, not now. I had to stay and win this. For me. 

Half of me wanted him to get a bulls-eye on this next shot, the other half hoping the knife slipped right out of his hand. I took a deep breath, and moved closer to the crowd, eventually blending in. I made my way toward the target, watching carefully, waiting there. Then an idea hit me.

I stepped in front of the target, blocking the bulls-eye. I snatched a paper out of somebody's hands, probably notes on their scoring, and held it above my head. I gave a forced smirk and said as loudly as possible, "Hit the paper and you win."

I held both hands up, gripping onto the paper, wobbling uncontrollably. 

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we've lost it all & i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget Hands shaking, I look up to watch Norah for her second turn. The more people that watch the more shaky she becomes. The people's presence help me do better but for her it makes her nervous. As she throws the knife I knew if would be a bad call. She let it slid to late and if completely missed the board. She stands in embarrassment and I feel bad for her. Except I can't help but be a little excited. If I make this I might have plans tonight. But as I go over to the knifes and pick my weapon she walks over to the target. She rips a paper out of a spectators hand and holds it up in front of her.  My eyes widen as she stands in front of the target. "Hit the paper and you win." She talks with a persona of confidence and nervousness. The aper moves around wildly in her hands as she shakes. I look around and know more people were coming to watch. Looking back and her I pick up a knife lacing in through my hands. She needs to stay still. My thoughts yell  at me as I step up to the line and aim over her head. One false move and I could probably kill her. Not probably, I would kill her. Why was she putting her life on the line for somethings stupid as a dinner? This challenge was different. With the target I would miss and nothing would happen but if I miss then she would have a knife in her throat. Let's talk about all the trouble I would get in. But my mind reminds me... this is what I have been training for my whole life. To kill or not to kill.  The pressure build up as people begin to holler and clap. Walking over with the knife I line up at her. I couldn't do the spinning approach like last time. that's not good enough for the precision. I had to be careful. Holding the handle I line up my fingers and whirl all my force back and just in time I flick it. And as the knife leaves my hands everyone stops what they are doing and watch it like a precious gold item. It felt like time had stopped. Holding my breath I step back as it glide though the air.  I hit the target, watching it quickly slice the paper and hit the backboard with a great controlled force. The throw was so close to her head I felt pretty accomplished. It was silent and people began to cheer. The aroma was loud and I felt like I just won a really nice prize. Looking up I realized that she just trusted me with her life, the most precious thing of all. That made me realize that was pretty cool. Not many people trust their lives in others. I smile I little and walk over to her, taking the piece of paper from her hands. "So, I can pick you up at 8?"  Adrian Newport (check your pm!)

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My mouth went dry as he stepped up to the line. I could feel my hands shaking like leaves in the wind, and I tried to steady them. It didn't work, but at least it would be a greater challenge for Adrian. I took a deep breath and let go just as he threw the knife. It was perfect, it sliced through the air so swiftly, I'd probably consider it pretty elegant. I heard a noise, the noise of the knife wedging itself into the backboard. I let go of the paper, hoping that it would fall down with no cut, but it did not. I moved away from the board, and turned to the paper, which now had a throwing knife stuck in the center. 

"No..." I whispered, taking the knife out and tossing it aside. The paper fell gracefully to the floor when I heard Adrian walk up behind me. 

"So, I can pick you up at 8?" his voice was confident, but I thought I could hear the slightest bit of relief in it as well. 

I turned around to face him, my expression blank. What now? I couldn't back out, Norah Lux does not back out of a deal. I let out a sigh and replied, "8 o'clock sharp. Meet me outside." I pointed to the exit door. "Ah, and do me a favor will ya? Don't make me do to you what I did to your brother, or it will end worse for you." And with that, I walked away, but I did not leave.

I bent over and picked up every fallen knife I could find. Three. I returned to the line and without hesitation, side-armed one and threw the other two like normal. Two hit the center of the target and the other was a bit off. The crowd had not lessened at all. I could feel the eyes on me as I left, pushing the door open abruptly and walking away.

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I kept my promise and made my way to the exit door of the training center. It was 7:55, almost 8. I did not dress up as much as I probably should have, but it was something. A dressy button-up kind of shirt with jeans. At least it was only one date, not a thousand. I leaned against the wall, waiting for Adrian to get here so we can get this over with. 

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