CLARY
     “What’s going on?” Her red hair flew back and forth as she took in her new surroundings. She had been walking to Idris… and then nothing. She had woken up here. Beside her, Jace was standing up, hand on his seraph blade. 
     “I don’t know.” He looked around the room. The walls were a polished metal and there was no door nor window to be seen. He began pacing and paused only to check his reflection in the wall. 
     Sighing with frustration, Clary pulled out her Stele. As soon as it touched the wall, a smal portion of the wall slid away to reveal a small screen with a smiling face. She lowered her stele. “Asmodeus.” Jace had frozen, then stalked over to the screen. “What do you want?” He demanded.
     The Greater Demon laughed. “Some fun.”
     The screen changed, showing another boy and girl. “You’re now called tributes. You’re in something called the Hunger Games, where there can only be one survivor. 48 tributes this year, and only one comes out.” Wih a sick feeling to her stomach, Clary watched Asmodeus rattle off names and show short video clips before she grabbed Hesphoros and shattered the screen.

TRIS
     “Is this another Dauntless simulation?” She turned around, observing the small metal room with a large Dauntless symbol scrawled on a wall.      She checked the knives inside her jacket, then walked around. Tobias pulled out a gun an began twirling it absently. 
     “I don’t know…” he faltered as a small part of the wall slid away and a familiar face resurfaced. “Jeanine.”
     The cold plaster face smiled stiffly. “Greetings to the divergence. Your tests will begin shortly.”
     Tris had pulled out a knife and now stuck it back calmly. “I beg your pardon?” She asked stiffly.
     The Divergence listened in horror as Jeanine Matthwpews described the Hunger Games.

ANNABETH
     “Di Immortales…” She muttered. “First Tartarus, then this.” Resting her hand on the hilt of her drakon bone sword, she walked around the room, knocking on the walls, ignoring Percy’s futile attempts to eat what was left of a blue cookie in his hand. She whipped around when she heard Riptide being drawn.
     Standing on the opposite side of them was a man with disturbingly familiar eyes and a strange suit that seemed to ripple with shades of black and purple. Percy had drawn Riptide and was pointing at the man. When he spoke, his voice was steely calm. “Why’d you make me crush my cookie?”
     She had never facepalmed so hard in her lifetime.
     On second thought, he had done stupider things.
     She walked up next to Percy. “What do you want from us?” She asked carefully. “I’m sorry, i don’t recognize you.”
     The man laughed. “Chairetismoús, o gios ti̱s thálassas, kóri̱ ti̱s sofías.” Annabeth translated quickly in her head. Greetings, son of the sea, daughter of wisdom. “Eímai Pérses.” I am Perses.
     Annabeth drew in a sharp breath. “Titan of destruction. Father of Hecate.” She muttered to Percy. She kept her hand on her sword. “Do you want something from us?”
     The titan laughed. “Pónos. Katastrofí̱. Ti állo?” Pain. Destruction. What else?
     The two demigods stayed frozen in horror as the titan began to describe the hunger games.

THOMAS
     It was the second time he had woken up in an unknown place.
This time, it was with Teresa. They stood in a small metal room with the word W.I.C.K.E.D. scrawled across a wall. The two of them stood up as a small screen emerged from a wall. Teresa spoke first. “Ava Paige.”
     “I’m very sorry you had to go through all those hardships.” The woman spoke clearly and sincerely. “But the final stage is about to begin, and you are the last two candidates chosen.”
     Thomas opened his mouth to argue, but Ava Paige kept talking. The two Gladers listened silently as Ava Paige described the Hunger Games, and said nothing when she finished her statement with “And remember, W.I.C.K.E.D. is good.”

SUSAN
     The very same sword and shield that Father Christmas had given Peter rested on the opposite side of the room. Beside it, Susan’s bow and quiver full of arrows rested neatly on the floor.
     The Pevensie children stood up. Looking at each other uncertainly, Peter spoke first. “This does not look like Narnia.”
Susan slowly bent down and picked up her weapons. “What do you think?” Beside her, Peter picked up his sword and shield. She squinted at the corner, which seemed tl be turning white. Was it just her, or…?
   No. Peter lept backwards with a cry, drawing his sword at the fast-growing ice. Reflexively, she nocked an arrow, knowing it would do no good. The ice spread across the wall, and a face emerged. Then a body.
Jadis, the White Witch, stepped out from the icy wall, her broken wand in hand. Susan took aim and Peter readied his sword. But all Jadis did was laugh. Shrill, clear, cold.
“Fools.” Her voice was ice. “You truly thought I was dead? You truly believed in your beloved Aslan?” She chuckled. “No matter.”
Susan released her arrow, and it flew straight and true. Then it struck the White Witch’s dress, and stopped, frost spreading over the arrow. The projectile shattered and fell to the ground. Peter stepped back uncertainly. He had fought her before, but this time, her powers seemed to have multiplied.
     “So naive. Now let me tell you, fools, what is to come, or you will remain forever ignorant.”

CARTER (SERPENTS SHADOW SPOILER ALERT)
     “Hey, kids!” Setne bounced around the metal room, ignoring a seething Carter and a fuming Sadie. “So, I’ve been experimenting more, lately, and-“
     “Oh, shut up.” Carter snapped. Moments after waking up in this room, the ghost had appeared, and apparently the binding spell didn’t work. “Just shut up.” 
    Setne shrugged. “I just thought you might want to know, this room is impervious to spells.”
     “You don’t say.” Sadie exclaimed. She had tried to Ha-di her way out, but no results other than extra fatigue.
     “You might want to know what’s planned up ahead. Your greek pals Percy and Annabeh will be there.” Cheerful as ever, Setne was really getting on Carter’s nerves. Frustrated, he drew his kopesh and slashed at the ghost, who was unfazed. “Come on, pal, don’t be so grumpy!”
      “Just shut up, you little-” Carter muttered a bunch of egyptian curses. “Great. Another quest. What’s it to you?” 
     “I dunno.” Setne chuckled. “But, you see…” The Kanes listened in terrified silence as Setne updated them on the Hunger Games.

HARRY
     This was strange.
     The room seemed to be controlled with advanced Muggle technology, something he hadn’t seen in a while. Beside him, Hermoine was tapping the walls with her wand. “Do you think someone apparated us here?” He asked.
     “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I tried apparating out with you, but I couldn’t get out.” She continued tapping the walls, muttering “Alohomora.” She was only stopped when a loud crack echoed across the room. 
      Turning around, Harry saw a house-elf hiccupping in the corner.     “Winky?” He asked in surprise. “Why are you here?”
     Hermoine strolled forward and leaned down next to the house elf. “Winky.” She said gently. “Do you know why we’re here? What’s going on?”
     The house-elf hiccupped again. “My master-hic-told me-hic-to…”
     Witch and Wizard listened in a stunned silence as Winky desceibed the Hunger Games.

NUMBER FOUR
“John! John!” His eyes snapped open to Six shaking him awake. “Get up.” 
He sat up groggily. “What…” He looked around the metal room, and groaned. “We’re not in another Mog base, are we?”
“I don’t know.” Six’s eyes darted around the room. “Maybe. But my telekinesis doesn’t work on any doors, if there are any. I wonder…” Her voice faltered as a small section of the wall dissapeared, revealing a small screen with an ugly face. “Setràkus Ra.” She said quietly.
The Mogadorian Leader grinned at them through the screen. “Having fun?” He laughed. “Don’t worry, this is not a Mogadorian base. It’s something else entirely.”

ETHAN (BEUTIFUL REDEMPTION SPOILER ALERT)
Waking up in this room made him feel like he was doing some Caster quests again.
Lena was obviously frustrated, her dark hair curling with the small breeze that was forming. She walked around the room, tapping on the walls, looking for a door. She sighed and jumped back as a woman appeared on her side of the room. Ethan caught his breath. “Sarafine.”
The dark caster laughed. “Yes, I’m alive, Ethan Wate, and no thanks to you.” She looked to Lena. “My daughter, you thought I was gone for good, didn’t you?”
“But-” Ethan’s mouth was open. “I watched you die. You killed yourself with fire.”
Sarafine laughed. “When you killed Angelus, you saved me. Ironically.”
“And what? I gave you the power to teleport? I don’t remember you being able to do that.” Ethan said sarcastically. But Sarafine nodded.
“Thank you for that, Ethan.” She sounded almost sincere. “And in return, instead of just going in as bumbling fools, i’ll give you both some tips. You will be especially useful in the Arena, Wayward.”

LENA 
This was new. 
This didn’t look like one of the cells of the DRA organization. If it was, Alex wouldn’t be in this room. Lena walked aeound the room, feeling for an exit. Suddenly, a small section of the wall slid away, revealing an unfamiliar face. She stopped uncertainly. “Who are you?”
The man smiled. “Lena Haloway. Alex Sheathes.” He said in greeting. Alex started and got up from the ground slowly. “You are here in part of a cooperation of WICKED, a faction of the city of Chicago, the Capitol and Deliria-free America.” He smiled. “I am President Snow, and this is what will happen.” They listened in horrified silence as he began to describe the Hunger Games.

TESSA
Jem slammed his fist against the wall. “I thought the war was over!” He said exasperatedly. “And now, this?”
Tessa sighed and slid to the ground. “Jem, we’ll figure it out. We always have.” Walking over, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head in his shoulder. He sighed and turned his head back, kissing her gently on the forehead. She smiled. “At least we’re together.” He smiled back and leaned in.
Suddenly, a loud whirring sound interrupted them, a screen descending from the ceiling. The screen flickered, and a black-and-white video showed itself. Tessa stifled a scream. “Mortmain!”
The man on the screen smiled. “I am probably long dead, Theresa Gray, if you are seeing this.” He laughed gently. “I contacted Asmodeus and asked him a favor a while ago.” The Shadowhunters listened in horror as he described the Hunger Games.

A few moments later, parts of the metal walls slid away to reveal a door.