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I suggest you read the first part of Chapter 5 before this... to refresh your memory, I guess. Sorry for taking so long to post.

After I don't know how many scenes, I quit. My fur is partially stained with every color. Oh well; it'll come off. I guess I should find a new station; I won't be hiding the whole time. Will I? Maybe. Anyways, I head to the hunting station. The Articuno stops me when I am about to go into the small dome set up. She is staring wide-eyed at something inside. I follow her gaze to find a blue shape moving stealthily through the bushes, claws unsheathed. It's stalking something, but it has already killed many small shapes that now lay on the ground. Who new Smoke was such a great land hunter? He always seemed to be scaring all the fish away when we are on our fishing trips. Huh.

A Leafeon appears behind me. I turn to her, head tilted. “Uh...” This was kind of awkward. “Hi! I'm Blade, as in blade of grass. I'm from District 7; and you are from 4, I suppose?” she bursts. I blink, nodding. Blade. As in blade of grass. Or Blade. As in sharp end of a knife. “I'm Jay. As in blue jay.” I say quietly. But Blade isn't listening anymore; she was staring in awe at Smoke, who was coming out of the hunting center.

Some of the other Tributes had gathered around to watch. The Articuno was trying to usher each one of them into a line, figuring they wanted to train. He was wrong, though; they all followed Smoke as he went to another station. I stayed, though. Nodding to the Articuno, I stepped into the simulator. The door slid shut behind me, and I could no longer see anything outside. At least the light was less dim in this dome.

A screen was in front of me, glowing a bright blue. I took a step toward it and looked at the options: easy prey, hard prey, and... Eeveelutions. I couldn't believe it; you could actually practice killing your own kind. As hard as it was, a chose it. Immediately, the screen sunk into the floor and the blue walls around me transformed to a peaceful forest. I stood with my claws unsheathed, digging into the ground. Out of nowhere, two Flareons appeared from behind a tree, coming full-pelt at me. I slashed at their necks, and the bodies fell to the ground. I watched as the orange pelts faded into millions of pixels that dissolved in the air.

Before I could turn away, I felt something hard hit my back. I flip over to see an attacking Glaceon. The District 2 Tribute-simulator has unsheathed claws. I leap away, just to come right back and pull them to the ground by their long, down-pointing icicles. It flickers away just as an Espeon attacks from above. It lands on my back. A surge of electricity forces through me, and I have to double-check it's not a real Jolteon.

I wriggle beneath the weight, but the Espeon won't fly off. I close my eyes as I feel a claw trace along my neck. A shock passes through me, and I know it would've been the end if it were real.

The forest around me fades, soon replaced with the blue. The screen had popped up again, but instead of listing choices, in big red letters it says, “MISSION FAILURE”. Just great; now I have a dumb machine accusing me. That's just the pep I need. The door opens and I step out. The Articuno looks sympathetic. Does everyone know now?

“You almost made it.” he said, trying to cheer me up. I ignore him and leave.