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Here is the fourth chapter!

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-ForeverPotter17

Eric's POV:

It's time for training, and I don't know if I can handle the glares of my fellow tributes.

I walk next to Page, watching her out of the corner of my eye, when I realize that we were actually two hours early.

I twirl around and face Claud.

"Why are we so early?" I ask.

He grins.

Claud had been a pretty cool dude without the wig, but now that we were in the capitol, he couldn't drop the capitolite act unless he was in his own bedroom.

"I've decided that you two should be the first one's there," said Claud, in a think Capitol accent.

I roll my eyes, and Page sticks her head in the door.

"Sorry, but all the career districts are here…and the two from six," says Page.

Claud curses, and shoo's us in.

Once the door slams closed, Page and I receive the glares from each tribute in there.

"Oh look, our friends from District 4 have joined us," said Flint, the huge District two male.

I grin.

"Yeah, so what are we careers talking about?" I ask.

The girl from District one speaks up.

"Four is joining us this year? Usually they chicken out, worried that they wont have time to fish," she said with a giggle.

I decided that I instantly did not like her.

"Yep, that's right," agreed Page.

"Good; we need tough fighters. What are you two good at?" asks the male from District 6. I'm pretty sure his name is Sphen.

Page picks up a sword from a bin, gets into a stance, and chucks the sword into the air.

It keep's spinning in the air, and the finally lands in one of the training dummies heads.

I gape in awe at her, and she bows for the careers, who all have shocked looks on their face.

Sphen speaks up.

"Well, look's like she's in. That'll replace that weirdo from my district," he says, and it's only then that I noticed that District 6 tribute, walking over to the knives, and missing most of the targets altogether.

"She's not joining,"

"What about you?" asks Flint, gesturing at me.

I grin, and pick up a huge trident, which feel's weightless in my hands.

I take up a throwing stance, pull my arm back, and throw the trident with all my strength, landing in in the middle of the archery bulls-eye. Seriously, the middle point of the trident is in the dead center of the target.

"Okay, you're in," said Brooke, the girl from District 2.

I decided not to tell them that I was also good at throwing knives and spears. Oops.

"Alright, I guess we should pick a leader," says Flower, the one girl.

"Fine, I nominate Flint," said Ben, the District 3 male who I guessed was only in the careers for as long as he could be useful.

I mean, this kid looked to be young, was scrawny, and had glasses, which if he lost, I'd bet he would be screwed.

"I second that," I say, because the District 2 male usually run's the show anyway.

"Votes?" asked Flower.

Everyone but Sheen, the District 1 male, raised their hands.

"It's official, Flints the leader," says Flower, and we all nod.

After that, I pretty much follow Page as she goes from station to station.

Page's POV:

"You know what I don't get?" asked Eric.

"Everything?" I tease. He smirks.

"Not exactly. Why were partnering with the careers, if we're only going to be told what to do all the time?" asked Eric.

I smiled at him.

"You know the plan, and that wouldn't exactly work if we don't join," I tell him.

He get's a confused look on his face. We had spent all the rest of yesterday going over our plan, and Claud had been strict.

"I know, I was just wondering," says Eric, who then grins.

"Your pretty good with a sword, you know?" said Eric.

I smile.

"Yes, and I didn't know you were 'Mr. Trident'," I respond.

He smiles, looks all around, and gives me a soft peck on the lips before anyone can see.

I catch the eye of Sphen, the District 6 male, who winks at me, and then turns away.

I don't think he saw.

I lead Eric over to the edible plants section, and pass the test with flying colors.

"Wow," commented Eric.

Then, Eric surprise's me, by going over to the knot tying place, and creating a bunch of snares and traps that I didn't even know existed.

The instructor said that he should have no problem with them in the arena, and again, I'm feeling luck that I have his as an alley.

Then, we temporarily separate, so that he can go duel the two-handed weapons instructor, and I go to the sword fighting area.

I pick up a fairly balanced sword, and come full force at the instructor.

I think around the fifth time I beat him, he gives up and takes a sip of water.

"That was amazing, and if I were you, I'd get my hands on a sword," he said.

I noticed that the blond haired instructor looked relatively normal, and he had only one odd thing, which was that his eyes were golden, but other than that, he was fine.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"Two years, and I know I'm a newbie," he says, and then flashes bleached white teeth in my direction.

Someone should have advised him to fix his teeth before he bleached because he looked like a beaver, with buck teeth, creating a massive overbite.

I thought it rude to mention that, though.

Once we were done for the day, and given the 'ok,' to leave, we noticed that we had only covered half of the arena.

We still had bow and arrow, knives, camouflage, and a whole bunch of other activities, like the climbing wall, the rope ladder, the obstacle course and the wrestling area.

My muscles were beat already, and the sweat was literally pouring off of me.

But I didn't care, I wanted to get all the training in that I physically could before the arena.

I knew I would need it.

Eric's POV:

Claud met us at the elevator, with a sly grin on his face.

He took note of my beat face, and gave a sympathetic look.

"I know, it's so hard to make sure you cover the best areas, and there are so many, I mean-" said Claud, and after that, I tuned him out, because he went on and on about each station, and even though I knew the real Claud couldn't care less, he was a pretty good actor.

And an annoying one, all the same.

When Page and I sat down, Avox's placed two plates in front of me.

One with turkey, gravy, and potatoes, and the other with some chocolate cake.

"Eat up, I need you to get up early tomorrow, so you're going to bed right after dinner," said Claud with an evil smile.

I grinned and then shovelled as much food as I possibly could into my mouth, finishing my food in under ten minutes.

I looked over and saw that Page was done to, so I carefully placed my dirty napkin onto my plate, said goodnight, and escorted Page down the hall.

We walked into my room, and I flopped onto the bed.

"That was so hard, I feel like my muscles are on fire!" said Page, wincing as she stretched.

"Yeah, you'd think I'd be used to it, lifting things all day, but man, I'm beat," I say, and then yawn.

Page sit's on the end of my bed, and get's a thoughtful expression.

"What are we going to do?" she whispers.

I think for a moment.

"Whatever we can to stay together," I reply.

She closes her eyes.

"Only one of us could ever make it out alive, there can't be two tributes," she says.

My heart falls.

"I know, but let's not talk about that-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"We need to! We have to face the reality! We are going to die!" she says, and then bursts into tears.

I quickly scramble up and pull her into my arms.

"Shh, Shh, it's going to be fine," I say in a soothing voice.

"How do you know?" she asks, in a pained voice.

I wince.

"Don't you trust me?" I ask.

"Always," she replies, and then we drift off into sleep, her still in my arms, knowing full heartedly, that whatever is going to happen, we were going to make it, together.

Alright, a little sappy, but come on, they are a couple after all- (Even though it's secret.)

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