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1 New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth retells a pivotal Divergent scene (chapter 13) from Tobias's point of view. This thirteen-page scene reveals . Free Four- Tobias Tells the Story An Exorcist Tells His Story - Gabrielle Amorth Reading Arab Women's Autobiographies: Shahrazad Tells Her Story. Chapter 6 is from Free Four: Tobias Tells the Story by Veronica Roth. I wouldn't have volunteered to train the initiates if not for the smell of the.

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So the is'FREE FOUR' the full story. resourceone.infoca Roths chapter 6 is here everyone loves her 'FREE FOUR:Tobias tells the knife throwing scene' but what. Title: Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Story Author: Veronica Roth Published Date: August Here is a link to a free PDF of “Free Four”. Free Four book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. #1 New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth retells a pivotal D.. .

And it will probably end with a lost eye or a pierced throat; with horror, as every fight I've witnessed has, each one driving me further and further from the faction I chose as a haven.

Without looking at me, Eric says, "Hey, Four. Give me a hand here, huh? At least I know that if I am throwing the knives instead of Eric, Al is less likely to get injured. But I also can't be this cruel, and I can't be the one who does Eric's dirty work. I try to act casual, scratching my eyebrow with a knife point, but I don't feel casual. I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me into the wrong shape.

Eric says, "You're going to stand there as he throws those knives until you learn not to flinch. My chest feels tight. I want to save Al, but the more I defy Eric, the more determined he will be to put me in my place. I decide to pretend that I am bored by the whole thing.

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I can feel blood creeping into my face as I stare at him, and he stares back. Max asked me to be a faction leader and I should have said yes; I would have, if I had known that I would prevent things like this, things like dangling initiates over the chasm and forcing them to beat each other senseless. I realize that I have been squeezing the knives so tightly that the handles have left impressions on my palms. I have to do what Eric says.

My only other choice is leaving the room, and if I leave, Eric will throw the knives himself, which I can't allow.

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I turn toward Al. And then she says- I know it's her because her voice is low, for a girl's, and careful- "Stop it. I don't want Eric to turn on her instead.

I glare at her as if that will make her think twice. I know it won't. I'm not stupid.

Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice. Dauntless brutes- bullies, Lower Level children- that is what we are, beneath the tattoos and the piercings and the dark clothing. And then his eyes shift to mine, just for a second. It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her, so he's going to force me to throw knives at her. For an instant- no, longer than an instant- I think of throwing a knife at him instead. I could hit him in the arm, or the leg, no harm done….

She stands with her back to the board.

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The top of her head skims the bottom of the target center. She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what's making her strong. Eric stands a little too close, tapping his foot on the floor.

I have to get this right. I can't throw the knife to the edge of the board, because he knows I can hit the center. But a clumsy throw, an inch in either direction, and I could hurt her.

There goes your pretty face. But Peter's right, she's not pretty , that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness.

She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up. I throw the knife, keeping my eyes on hers. It sticks in the board near her cheek. My hands shake with relief. Her eyes close, so I know I need to remind her again of her selflessness. I don't really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are. I breathe the dust- sweat- metal smell and pass a knife from my left hand to my right. Eric inches closer. I hear the "hmm" again and I'm not sure if it's Eric or my imagination, but I know I have to convince him that she's just another initiate to me, and I have to do it now.

I breathe deep, and make a quick decision, staring at the tip of her ear, the quick- healing cartilage. I throw the knife and look away when she winces, too relieved to feel bad for hurting her. I did it. To me, he mutters, "Well. That should scare them, huh. The room empties, the door closes, and I wait until the footsteps disappear before starting toward her.

You almost stabbed my ear, and you spend the entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you? Catch on to what? That you wanted to prove to Eric how tough you are? That you're sadistic, just like he is?

The accusation makes me feel cold. She thinks I'm like Eric? She thinks I want to impress him? Of course she thinks I'm like Eric. I just threw knives at her head. I screwed it all up. I have to get out. I cross the room and, at the last second before I slam the door, shove the point of my knife into the table. I hear her frustrated scream from around the corner, and I stop, sinking into a crouch with my back to the wall.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime. I'd thought about leaving- I'd decided to leave, to be factionless, after this class of initiates was done. But then she was here and she was just like me, putting aside her gray clothes but not really putting them aside, never really putting them aside because she knows the secret, that they are the strongest armor we can wear.

And now she hates me and I can't even leave Dauntless to join the factionless, like I was going to, because Eric's eye is on her like it was on Amar last year, right before he turned up dead on the pavement near the railroad tracks. All the Divergent end up dead except me, because my fluke aptitude test result, and if Eric is watching her, she's probably one, too. My thoughts skip back to the night before, how touching her sent warmth into my hand and through the rest of me, though I was frozen with fear.

I press my hands to my head, press the memory away. Just In All Stories: New Stories: Updated Crossovers: New Crossovers: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Books Divergent Trilogy. Maybe I'll even be matter what, I am free.

Finally Free. Divergent in Tobias's POV! Tobias Tells the Story by Veronica Roth I wouldn't have volunteered to train the initiates if not for the smell of the training room- the scent of dust and sweat and sharpened metal. Eric's voice breaks my daze. It's a shame Eric also notices. This is not good. Go get your knife. Are you afraid? Then, to Al: Stand in front of the target. Maybe I am stupid. I have to stop thinking of her this way. You don't have one.

I am too busy watching her. I can't tell her it will be okay, not with Eric here, but I can try to make her strong. That's why you're strong, get it? She looks angry. She can't read minds, for Goodness' sake. My view of the room narrows around the part in her hair, and I throw with my exhale. I hear Eric behind me.

The fear does not exist. My beating hear, tight chest, and sweating palms do not exist. He touches her shoulder, and gives her a metal-framed smile. She glares. First jumper—Tris! Surprisingly for the two of them, the first jumper is a transfer, and a "Stiff", Abnegation.

When he asks for her name, she hesitates and he feels she is familiar to him in some way. She eventually answers "Tris", and Four then proclaims, "First jumper—Tris!

Careful, Tris[ edit ] Four introduces his pupils to the Pit. When the curious Candor transfer, Christina , bogs him on questions about his name and the Pit, he answers coldly in an attempt to make his pupils more serious about Dauntless.

Eric acts friendly to him and dismisses Tris as a "Stiff", prompting Tris to question about Four's old faction. He again responds coldly, but to his surprise, she gives a bold response. He responds back with "Careful, Tris" and leaves, realizing that Tris is the daughter of his father's friend, Andrew Prior.

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You look good, Tris[ edit ] Four is drunk with Ezekial and begins laughing at a silly joke near the Pit. He approaches Tris, who is with her friends, and begins flirting with her. She puts up the defensive, but when Four interjects with "You look good, Tris" while touching her, she laughs and says that he should do that while sober.I have to get this right. He was trembling as he approached Amar to receive the injection of fear- landscape serum into his neck. I turn toward Al. Al the Sledgehammer has unexpectedly soft insides.

I want to save Al, but the more I defy Eric, the more determined he will be to put me in my place. Mar 21, I find a rhythm in it: I requested that the knife-throwing be taken from the training curriculum this year, because it serves no actual purpose other than fueling the Dauntless bravado.

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