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Ryan walks through the compound, his light brown hair is for once more normal looking. It slightly stands up, but not crazy. His skin has a golden tint to it, while he was wear a black shirt. The shirt is tight, outlining ever muscle in his body. He wants to look bigger, stronger, and meaner. A gun is always on his belt, along with a trust dagger, and a couple bullets. He was 18, young, but he was strong. Give him a gun and you would regret it.

Ryan walks into a room, there stood about twenty kids, staring at him. Some seemed to be terrified and some just muttered something under their breath. His brown eyes looked around the room, he quickly notices a tall boy. He would make a great fighter. Ryan begins to speak, his voice is low. " Today is your first time ever coming to this compound. I- I mean we, will be testing your strengths and weaknesses. Nobody is perfect in this room, so we all have flaws. " He says, he is very straight forward. He turns around, one of the people behind him begin to snicker. He looks at the person, a girl to be exact. His brown eyes look at her. " Excuse me, why are you speaking? "

Olivia flashed a grin. "I'm not, I'm laughing." She spoke sarcastically, but firm. She had long dirty blonde hair and had a tight black suit on like every other kid in the room did. She was seventeen and quite the rebel. The only reason they picked her for training was she was intelligent and could easily take down almost anyone that challenged her. She sized him up, scanning him head to toe. "Why is someone so young teaching a class to be soldiers?" Her brow was quirked as she asked the question, her hands gingerly resting on her hips.

The girl next other leaned over and whispered something into Olivia's ear. She grinned and strained to contain laughter. But the other girl just didn't have the skills she did and she burst out in laughter. Slowly kid by kid each one started laughing as the joke passed around. Olivia just stood there staring the boy down as she brushed a displaced strand of hair behind her ear.

Ryan looked at this girl, she was something. His fingers went towards the dagger in his pocket, but he stopped. " I would advise to shut up, unless you want to certainly die. I do not have to answer your question. " His voice was low. He walks towards her, his stride was long. He looks at her, grabbing her chin. He tilts her head and then puts it back in its normal position. " What's your name? " He says, his hand cupped the girls chin perfectly. He leans forward whispering, " I am armed, allowed to kill people if they are being little girly brats like you. " He pulled his head back, let go of her chin, and turned around. In real honesty he wasn't going to wait for her to say her name.

Ryan looks over the people, then to the wall. Today they would learn how to through knives. " This is your standard throwing knife. " He says, walking towards a table. His hand grabs the knife closet to him. " The grip and the blade. " He said, running his hand over the different parts. " It's hard to explain how to really throw a knife, so you will need to find a way that suits you. " He walks in front of the target, which is about 35 yards away. " Watch and learn. " He moves his feet so they are the same on each side. He grabs the grip on the knife and pulls his hand back. He breathes out and throws the knife at the target. The knife flies with a strong force, hits the target, and sticks in. The knife hit the target right where a heart would be. " I don't except you all the throw this good at first, but you should at least hit the target. " His eyes glance at Olivia, then away.

When Ryan started holding Olivia's chin, she smacked away then glared at him. She chuckled at his remark that he could kill her. "The day you could kill me would be the day I sat up in the clouds and eat rainbows." The large group of kids burst out into laughter, but it was quickly cut short when Ryan hit the target in the heart. Olivia was partly impressed, which was slightly shown in her face, but she concealed it pretty well.

Olivia stepped forward into the middle of the room near Ryan. She grinned then raised her hand. "I volunteer to go first for the group." She glared at the boy, he had obviously struck a nerve in him somehow, and she liked it. Angering, and annoying people was one of her many talents. She kept her hand held high and her voice strong, she was definitely going to be hard to break.

Ryan rolled his brown eyes, which had a tint of gold to them. He walked towards the table, grabbing a knife. " Are you sure you want to go first, princess? " He smiled, kids were snickering behind him. He placed the knife in her hand, " Knock yourself out. " He stepped back, looking at the people in the back. He began to assign them into different groups. Everyone got three times to throw, which they were then ranked on.

Ryan leaned against the wall, waiting for the girl to throw the knife. He watched her body position, movement, and confidence. His brown eyes watched her careful. He grabbed the knife from his belt, twirling it around in his hands.

"Humph." Olivia smirked and walked in front of Ryan. She grabbed hold of the knife's handle and sighed. She placed her feet just a bit smaller than shoulder width apart an grinned about what she was about to say. "Enjoy the view while it lasts." She then thrusters her hand forward sending the knife flying. It landed in between where the eyes would be on a person. With that she walked back to her little posse and received multiple high-fives and cheers from her peers.

Ryan watched her stroll off. He grabs her shoulder before she makes it towards her friends. He pulls her against his muscular body. " There is a difference between ignorance and skill. " He whispers to her and then pushes her off. He walks towards the object, looking at the knife. " Next group come up. Little princess you can throw with them. " He says, walking back to the wall he once leaned on. " Three knives per person. " He speaks, loudly even though he has a low, tempting voice.

Olivia just grinned as she is pulled in. "But ignorance can't throw a knife." She whispered back to him, hardly able to contain the immense fun she was having. Her ears perked when she heard that she was going again. "Guess he liked the view after all." She mumbled to herself grinning mischievously. She strutted back over to the knives, she grabbed her three then sighed. She plucked one carefully from her hand and set the other two on her belt. She took the stance she had last time and thrusted her hand forward. The first knife landed in the chest of the target. With a smirk she copied her motions with the other knives, the next knife landed in the forehead, the last one landed just under the crotch, she obviously missed on purpose.

As she started to walk away she glanced back over her shoulder and winked at Ryan. She then stood in the middle of the room with her back to him. He cupped a hand over her ear and started over to the exit of the facility. "Wha-" one of the other trainees started totally but was cut-off by a harsh shh, from Olivia. "I hear something." She spoke quietly. "Oh wait, that's a smell." She walked up to Ryan, shorter than he but still looked stern. "The smell of jealousy."

Ryan laughed in her face. " Me? Jealous? That's certainly a lie. " He motioned for everybody to leave the floor. His golden brown eyes scanned the area. He took three knives, then turned to the students. " Who wants to see a friendly knife throwing game? " He spoke, obviously this game was not a good one. The students yelled in delight watching intently. Ryan looked at Olivia, grabbing her shoulder and dragged her towards the middle. He leaned forward and whispered to her. " We call this a lesson that is hard to learn. "

Ryan than turned and pointed towards a target, " Please, little princess walk over towards the dummy. " He chuckled. " Wait, your the dummy. " He snickered, but still pointed. He turns and looks at everybody, smiling. The game was not a good one, it was mostly used as a punishment. One person would stand behind a dummy, same position. Some people used this to kill, others used it to see how far someone would go. The materials a dummy is made out of is not strong, so a knife can stick through. It was a game, not a good game though.

Olivia huffed then strutted over to the target. She copied its placement of limbs and stood their, smirking. Even though she was scared and freaking out right now, she kept calm, on the outside at least. She closed her eyes hesitantly and gritted her teeth. Every muscle in her body was tensing up as she awaited the first knife from her trainer. One bead of sweat trickle down from her forehead and landed on the breast of her black suit. She clenched her fists until they became white. And she waited.

Ryan stood about thirty feet from the target. He turned and focused on the target. His golden brown eyes focused on the vital parts, but he ended up focusing at the leg. He shifted his stance, bringing his arm back, than throwing the knife. The knife hit the target in the leg, but barely went through. He could tell this girl was scared, he liked that. He than looked at the target, pulling his arm back, he threw the knife. This knife went through the target, pinning the lose fabric of her sleeve to the wall. He chuckles slightly, he knew where he hit.

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, scratching his head. " Scared yet, little girl? " He laughs, the crowd smiling and cheering for him to throw the next knife. He would make sure the last knife ended up hitting her. He stared at the targets right arm, he was thinking about how hard he needed to throw the knife. " Or are you done? " He smiles, peering over the target to see her.