Chapter Seven: Physical Test

Okay, it might take me a couple of days to write another chapter because I already had all of these on paper and just typed it up. But in this chapter we finally find out who else is competing! Enjoy!

"All right," Knuckles said. "Today you two have to prove your strength to get sponsors. Getting sponsors could get you survival items, which could save your life.

"They go in order from 12-1, so you'll be going third to last," Rouge said.

"Whatever," Amy said casually. "What's for breakfast?"

"Amy, I don't think you get how serious this is," Tails said.

"Tails. Look at our competition," she threw Tails a newspaper that listed all of the competitors.

"Okay, most of them suck," Tails admitted. "But still, there are a few good ones in there."

"He's right," Knuckles said. Your life's on the line. I don't think-"

"We're here," Rouge said looking out the window. There were thousands of screaming people outside. "Welcome to the Capitol."

"There are so many people," Tails said as he gazed out the window.

"For the Games?" Knuckles asked. "Not surprising."

The four of them walked into the Capitol and into their hotel room.

"This is where we'll be staying," Knuckles explained. "You'll be heading down to the gym in about an hour. Good luck." He and Rouge left the room.

"What are we gonna do Amy?" Tails asked as he sat down on the bed.

"All I can think about is Sonic," Amy said staring at the ceiling.

"I'm going outside," Tails said. He left.

A few minutes later, Rouge came outside. "It's your turn Tails."

"Thanks." Tails turned to go back inside.

"Wait," Rouge said grabbing Tails' arm. "Be aggressive. Make them remember you."

"Got it."

Tails walked in to the gym. It was a dark and gray room filled with weapons and targets. Be aggressive, he thought. "Yo, people!" he yelled. His tone didn't feel right coming from his mouth, but he kept it that way. "Miles Prower. Who's the Gamemaker?"

Christopher "Big Black" Boykin appeared on the stage above Tails. "I am."

"District 3," Tails said. He had a serious expression on his face, even though his heart was beating a thousand times faster than normal.

"Go ahead," Big Black said.

Tails took a bow and arrow and aimed it at a target. He shot. It completely missed.

"Pssh," Big Black said. He turned back to the buffet and other Gamemakers.

How could that miss? he thought.

Be aggressive. Make them remember you.

Tails took another arrow and turned towards the stage. I hope this works out for me as well as it did for Katniss, he thought. He pinpointed an apple in the buffet.

And he shot.

Tails looked to see if he hit it.

He hit something, all right.

But it wasn't the apple.

More like one of the Gamemaker's hand!

Tails squeezed the bow. He felt like he could faint.

Then he actually did.

Tails woke up in his room. Before he could remember anything, Knuckles grabbed him and pinned him to the wall.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO OUT THERE?!" he yelled, seething with rage. "Our odds aren't good in the first place! Why would you do that!?" he got ready to choke Tails.

"STOP!" Rouge yelled, protecting Tails. "It won't get us anywhere if you choke him to death, Knuckles."

"He took a gamemaker's hand off!" Knuckles yelled.

"It's too late to change that," Rouge said. "Tell me one way that killing him right now would work to your benefit, and you can do it."

Tails was shivering with fear. He almost thought he would pass out again.

"Fine," Knuckles said, throwing Tails on the ground. "You better be right, bat."

Tails laid on the ground for a few minutes, unable to believe that he almost died at the hands of Knuckles. If someone were to kill him, he always figured that it would be Eggman or Shadow, even Amy if she got mad enough.

"The scores are on TV," Amy said quietly as she helped Tails to his feet.

Tails looked up at the TV. The host of the games was Tom Tucker, who had just quit his job of being a reporter on Family Guy.

"Tonight we will be taking a look at the physical scores for the tributes. They'll be on a scale from one to twelve." Tom said. "Starting with District 12:

Spongebob Squarepants, with a score of 6.

Patrick Star, with a score of 5.

Timmy Turner, with a score of 7.

Jimmy Neutron, with a score of 5.

Bowser with a score of 10.

Dr. Eggman, with a score of 9.

Lola Bunny, with a score of 10.

Daffy Duck, with a score of 2.

Boots the Monkey, with a score of 5.

Backpack, with a score of 3.

Phineas Flynn, with a score of 8.

Ferb Fletcher, with a score of 10.

Mike Wolfe, with a score of 8.

Frank Fritz, with a score of 8.

Sheldon Cooper, with a score of 5.

Penny, with a score of 10.

Tom the Cat, with a score of 8.

Jerry Mouse, with a score of 9.

District 3. Amy Rose, with a score of 10."

Everyone cheered.

"Miles "Tails" Prower with a score of…12."

Everyone cheered again.

"Wait, look." Tails said.

Tom Tucker continued. "Mario, with a score of 10.

Princess Peach, with a score of 8.

Chumlee from Pawn Stars, with a score of 4.

Old Man, with a score of 9.

Those are the scores for this year's Hunger Games. Thank you for watching." The TV shuts off.

"Congratulations, you two," Knuckles said. "Not bad."

"NOT BAD?!" Amy exclaimed. "That was GREAT! Tails scored a perfect twelve!"

"But how?" Tails asked, still in shock. "I shot one of the guys hand off!"

"Everyone must of hated the person you shot," Rouge said with a smile.

Back at the mansion, Angel was standing on the balcony, looking up at the stars. She had just watched the scores and had seen that Tails scored a perfect 12. But how? He wasn't like that. She was thankful that he did well, but still worried.

Sonic came out on the balcony to check on Angel. "What's up?" he asked.

Angel started tearing up. "I'm just worried about Tails," she said.

"Hey, no tears," Sonic said. "I'm worried too. All this time I've been worried he'd grow up without me. Now I'm worried that he won't grow up at all. But that doesn't matter. This is Tails we're talking about. The guy who can build a plane out of anything! Do you think that the other tributes stand a chance?"

"I know about all of that stuff," Angel said. "But you said it yourself. This is Tails we're talking about. He can build all those inventions, but does he have the killer instinct?" she paused. "Look I've killed a lot of… things. And it's not something I'm proud of. But Tails on the other hand…

"I know," Sonic replied. "But we're just gonna have to hope." He went back inside.