TRIS

   She walked into the room, and the Erudite were the only ones up on the Gamemaker balcony. She glared at Jeanine, who stared back coolly. “Tris Prior. You may begin.” 

   Tris crossed her arms and stared pointedly for three minutes. The Erudite were unfazed by her lack of performance, scribbling notes on their notepads. Finally,fed up, knowing she would need a good score to get sponsors, Tris walked to the Section with the throwing knives.

   With the press of a button, the dummies came to life, flying across the room. Tris carefully selected the knives,cocked her head, and threw. It grazed the one she had actually been aiming for, but it lodged solidly in the one behind it. She grimaced and threw for another minute, each time, hitting a target dead-on, sometimes in the chest, the arm, the foot, or the head. 

   Suddenly, she turned around, half a dozen knives clutched in her hands. She flung them hard at the Erudite, and while two of them clattered harmlessly under the balcony and another two bounced off the force field, two found their way into the balcony and lodged themselves inches from the faces of several Erudite. “Thank you for your time.” Tris smiled, and Jeanine stared back stiffly. At the last moment before walking out, Tris couldn’t help but grab a nearby spear and hurl it at the force field.

   TOBIAS

   He hadn’t heard from Tris, and he walked into the room uncertainly. On the balcony, several Erudite were standing, looking shaken. He grinned. Whatever Tris had done, she had scared the Erudite. Several knives were sticking below the balcony window and actually somewhere inside. Only Jeanine was the same, standing cold, stiff, and emotionless. “Tobias Eaton.You may begin.” 

   Whatever Tris had done, he was determined not to let it go to waste. He smiled at the thought of her hurling the knives at the Erudite, and them jumping back in surprise. Several dummies in the area of the throwing knives had blades already lodged in them, from Tris. He picked up his own set of knives and pressed the button.

   The dummies whirled across the room, but each knife found its target, lodging solidly in each target. For about a minute, he continued throwing, then suddenly whipped around, throwing two knives with deadly accuracy at the force field. again, the first one bounced off harmlessly but left a small hole, where the second one flew through. It embedded itself inches from Jeanine’s face. Smirking, Tobias mock saluted them. “Thank you.” He stalked out the door before being dismissed.

     ANNABETH

     Whatever Tobias and Tris had done, it was gone, and the gamemakers were once again a mixed up group. Sighing, wishing Percy were there, Annabeth headed straight for the knot-tying section, grabbing several knives along the way. The Gamemakers muttered in confusion as she sat down and set the knives beside her, going to work. Loop. Pull. Loop this, tie this here, loop again, make a knot. For five minutes, she sat down in the fake grass of the camouflage station, arranging a trap with four pieces of rope, several knives, and two fake trees. Finally, she stood up, satisfied, The knives she had taken with her were nowhere to be seen, and neither was the rope. She strolled to the other side of the room and grabbed a dummy, and, with considerable strength, hurled it on top of the trap. 

   It activated itself immediately, two metal pincers of death springing out of nowhere, slashing the plastic dummy to pieces, leaving nothing left of the fake torso. Smiling, Annabeth pointed to the trap, then to the gamemakers. “Eisai o epomenos." she said, and still smiling, she left. The faces of several Erudite froze as they realized what she had said.

You’re next.

PERCY

   Whatever Annabeth had done, it lay there, clearly in the middle of the camo section. A dummy lay ripped to pieces, in what seemed like the remains of a super complicated trap. Grinning, Percy glared up at the Gamemakers, where occasionally, the smiling face of Perses seemed to waiver in and out. He hated these people, for forcing him and Annabeth into this horrible game. Under his breath, he swore on the river Styx that if he got himself and Annabeth out alive, they were going to pay.

   Several knives were stuck in the walls behind the force field-something maybe Annabeth or maybe even Tris and Four had done. Grinning, Percy walked over to the newly installed pool and fell face-first into the water.

   He could hear the muted laughter of some Gamemakers, and he smiled. Great. he thought. He erupted from the water, Riptide now a glowing bronze sword, floating in the middle of the pool with his very own tunnel of water. The laughter died down and some eyes widened in shock. He laughed, wishing Annabeth could see him. Moving the tunnel onto drier land, he slowly glided to the middle of the room, then slammed himself hard onto the floor, sloshing water everywhere. It sizzled against the force field and splashed against the walls, and he was still dry. Turning abruptly, Percy stalked to the door. With one corner of his lips turned up, he suddenly turned again, motioning with his hands. all the water collected from the walls and turned into a stampede of watery horses, charging towards the force field. It spattered against the electric boundary, and the force field sizzled out.

TERESA

   When she entered the room, the Gamemakers were muttering angrily. The force field, she noticed, was gone, sometimes flickering on, and on the edge of the balcony, water was dripping. The pool was half empty. So Percy’s been up to something, huh? She thought to herself. But what could she do? She wasn’t fast like Jace, or smart like Annabeth, or agile as Thomas. She glared up at the W.I.C.K.E.D. scientists, looking for an answer. 

   Sighing, she walked to the camouflage station, intending to make up something on the go. She froze when she saw the trap, with the mangled dummy lying inside. Clearly, Annabeth had done something spectacular. 

   Teresa stopped at the spears, pausing to pick up a long, sharpened wooden shaft. Taking a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t make a fool of herself, she threw the spear.

   It missed the intended target-the chest-but it hit the arm of the dummy beside it so hard that it was knocked off. Feeling encouraged, she picked up several more spears. Twice, she missed and the spears split against the back wall, but three more times she knocked the arm, hand or leg off a dummy. Looking up, she could see some Gamemakers scrawling on their notepads. Ava Paige stood up from her sofa. “You are dismissed, Teresa Agnes.”

THOMAS

   The force field was nearly non-existent, flickering on and off. Underneath, a large pool of water had collected.Several Gamemakers seemed very shaken, except for a few blue-robes and some W.I.C.K.E.D. scientists. Ava Paige stood from her chair. “Thomas. You may begin.”

   Walking to the obstacle course, he pressed a button and it sprang to life. Platforms began moving and tilting, chains swung from the ceiling, fences sprang up and down. Taking a deep breath, Thomas plunged into the maze of obstacles.

   It was so very much easier than the maze, and by the time he had finished, barely a minute had passed. To his surprise, some Gamemakers were applauding lightly. At first, he was feeling satisfied, but it almost immediately turned to a sick feeling in his stomach. He was showing off to people who were planning his and his friends’ deaths. Turning suddenly, he stalked out of the room.

CLARY

   Walking into the room, she swore she could see Asmodeus flickering in and out of the balcony, a smirk on his face. 

   Glaring at the Gamemakers, she stood stiffly and stared pointedly at nothing until one spoke. “You may begin, Clarissa Morgenstern.”

   Turning around, she pulled out her stele and began to draw on the wall. Swirling black lines spiraled out from the tip, and each time she seemed to be about to finish a rune, she jerked back her arm. At the end of five minutes, her arm was aching and the wall was covered with black, swirling, unfinished runes. Turning around, she bowed to the Gamemakers, then began walking to the door. They muttered angrily. Is this all she’s going to show us? Stupid doodles? she heard. Smiling, she quickly dashed another rune on the wall. The design, though a mess of black lines, seemed to speak to every mind in the room. 

Finish.

Every rune she had drawn suddenly finished itself, and all the runes peeled off the wall, one by one. An eagle soared out from the wall, followed by a tiger, followed by a stream of water, followed by a wall of fire. The Gamemakers scrambled back, and Clary stood amidst the chaos, smiling. As she walked to the door, she dashed another quick rune, and everything she had created vanished, and everything was back to normal-the force field was back up, everything was reset, all except for the shaken Gamemakers.

JACE

     On the way in, he had caught Clary smirking as she made her way back. Pausing only to talk for a little, she had said one simple word under her breath: “Runes.” Then she had chuckled and made her way onto an elevator, her cool demeanor reminding him unfortunately of Sebastian. 

     Walking into the room, Jace could almost see how Clary felt. Some of the Gamemakers were drinking from crystal goblets, lounging around on plush sofas. Glaring at them, he intended to burst the force field with his seraph blade until he noticed something. The Gamemakers were shaken, and were trying hard not to show it. Clary had clearly done something impressive with her runes. Only the image of a flickering Asmodeus was smiling.

   One of the Gamemakers stood. “Jonathan Herondale. You may begin.” Shrugging, Jace pulled off a seraph blade. “Raphael." He whispered, and it came to life. Grinning, he took a deep breath, and ran.

     The eyes of the Gamemakers could not follow him-he could see that from their expressions. Dummies caught on fire or fell to the ground in minuscule pieces. Jace looked up at the ceiling-it was about twenty to thirty feet high, with several bars hanging from wires. He leaped into the air and caught onto a bar about fifteen feet up, then scampered up the wire. Some of the Gamemakers gasped. Quickly, he snapped the wire, holding on as he fell. At the last possible moment, he leaped off, flying straight towards the force field. He caught onto another bar and slammed his seraph blade into the electric field, hating every one of those people, who were forcing him and Clary and all their new found friends to fight to the death in some stupid game. The field burst into white flames and Jace was thrown backwards, landing in a crouch. 

   The Gamemakers were in shock, and some had even fainted. Only a select few remained calmly collected. Behind them, Jace could see Asmodeus grinning and actually nodding in approval. 

SUSAN

    The Gamemakers were terrified, some fainted on the ground. Susan felt a pang of sympathy for them. Whatever Jace or the others had done, it was horrible. She looked up apologetically to them. She walked to the  archery section, picking up a wooden bow and several arrows. Taking a deep breath, she nocked an arrow, and began shooting.

   Several minutes after shooting non-stop, she looked up to the balcony. Several Gamemakers were nodding in approval, and she heard mutterings on “comparable to twelve” and “excellent shooting”. She smiled, then froze. Under the balcony, small hints of ice were slowly spreading. The White Witch was watching. Susan’s face hardened. 

   Determined not to let Jadis ruin her performance, she took her place in the middle of the room. She shot, shattering a light bulb, side-rolled and shot another two arrows. One flew into the chest of a dummy on the pother side, another arrow flew into the ice and shattered it. One of the Gamemakers stood. “You are dismissed, Susan Pevensie.” She nodded curtly and left. 

PETER

    The first thing he saw was the shattered ice on the ground, with Susan’s arrow on top. He knew immediately that Jadis was watching. 

   The force field around the balcony was gone.One of the Gamemakers stood. “You may begin, Peter Pevensie.”

   He picked up a sword, walking up to a bunch of dummies. Taking a deep breath, he swung his sword and began. Each stroke was fluid, precise. With one swing he decapitated a dummy, with another her cut another in half. After five minutes, he showed off his skills more with the help of several assistants, besting all five of them in a few seconds.

  After fifteen minutes, he was breathing hard. A Gamemaker dismissed him. He nodded, then made his way back to the door.

  He slipped on ice several times before he finally left.

HERMOINE

  She walked into the room, unsure of what she should do. One of the Gamemakers stood. “You may begin, Hermoine Granger.” 

  Hermoine pulled out her wand, unsure what spell to cast. Should she cast the Patronus charm? An enlarging spell? A few snickers about “that stupid old stick” set her mind straight. 

  Glaring at them, she pointed her wand to the other side of the room. Switching her focus to her target-a group of dummies packed closely together-she waved her wand and whispered, “Bomborda Maxima!”

   A jet of white light flew from the tip of her wand and crashed into the set of dummies, sending them flying in all directions. Grinning at the shocked look on all the Gamemaker’s faces, she stalked out of the room.

HARRY

   He followed his patronus into the room.

   The silver stag pranced around the training room, oblivious to the gaping mouths of the Gamemakers. On the other side of the room, parts of dummies were strewn everywhere-probably from an exploding spell that Hermoine cast.

   He glared up at them. He suspected that several Death eaters had done something, made him and Hermoine participate in this death-defying game. Poor Winky-she had been manipulated into being an unknowing slave to those Dark Wizards.

   Taking out his wand, he pointed to a dummy, waving it. The dummy levitated a few feet into the air, and, with as much willpower he could muster, he flung it into a rack of spears. 

   Pointing his wand to a different target this time, he waved his wand thrice, sending three different spells at three different targets. One target was blasted to pieces; one was covered with a sharp jet of water; another flew straight towards him, and, taking a sword from beside him, he sliced it neatly in half.

SADIE

    It was clear to Sadie that both Hermoine and Harry had worked some serious magic before she entered the room.

   Pulling out her staff, she looked up at the Gamemakers, who were in various states of shock. Only a few of them were calm, coolly collected. She realized that she hated them. She hated every one of them, forcing her and her stupid brother and the two Greek teenagers to play at this stupid game. Looking closely, she swore she could see Setne laughing, waving at her from the balcony, 

   Before they could speak, Sadie pulled out her staff, then pointed at a rack of heavy spiked palls. “Ha-di!" 

  The rack exploded, one of the balls flying straight towards her. Quickly, she screamed “N-dah!" A golden shield rippled from her staff and expanded around her. The heavy spiked ball stopped short and fell to the ground. Breathing hard, drained of energy, Sadie dropped her staff back in the Duat. She ran out of the room before being dismissed.

CARTER

   The room was a mess. And that was an understatement.

   Literally everything was strewn across the floor, leaving Carter almost nothing to work with. Sighing, he summoned his Horus avatar, pulling out his kopesh. Several Gamemakers stumbled back, unsure of what was going on. 

  He sliced through several dummies with ease. After a few slices, bored, Carter began to swing at the wall, leaving deep gouges. He missed Zia. He thought about scrying with her once he finished. 

  After a few minutes of aimless slicing, a Gamemaker cleared her throat. “You may leave, Carter Kane.” He nodded and dropped to the ground. But right before he left, he paused, turned around, and said “Hi-nehm.”

SIX

   The few Mogadorians on the balcony sneered at her. She leered back, turning invisible unwillingly. Some of the other gamemakers were gone, some looked like they were in shock. But she didn’t care. They are all working with the Mogadorians, and that was clear. Using her telekinesis, she launched herself up onto he balcony. After turning visible briefly and giving the Gamemakers a scare, she launched herself back and grabbed one of the hanging bars of the ceiling, turning visible. Holding on with one hand, she sneered at the Gamemakers and the mogs, then jumped around, landing on the hanging bars each time with her foot, then flipping over to another one with ease. She was about to create a storm when she stopped short. The mogs were watching her, carefully taking note of her fighting style. She dropped her arms, furious.

   Spinning around, she ran to the door at top speed, pausing only to grab two knives and fling them at the Gamemakers, vaporizing two Mogs in the process.

FOUR/JOHN

   He walked into the room with his Lumen already glowing in his hands. 

   The Mogs sneered at him from the balcony, and he felt his face heat up slightly. He was sure, absolutely sure, that for a split second, he had seen Setrakus Ra on the balcony, smirking.

   He summoned a fireball and launched it, hard at a Mog, vaporizing it immediately. Some of the Gamemakers stumbled back, frightened, but the other Mogadorians began to take notes. They’re taking note of my fighting style. He noticed with a sick feeling. So they can take the rest of the Garde down easier.

    He jumped up and caught a hanging bar fifteen feet in the air with one hand, throwing another fireball at a Mog. The Mogadorian easily sidestepped, and the couch behind it burst into flames.

   Feeling slightly sick, John swung himself at another bar, then dropped to the ground. He grabbed the doorknob, but the door wouldn’t budge. With an angry feeling rising in is throat, he ripped the door open with telekinesis and ran out. 

LENA DUCHANNES

   Unsure what to do, Lena walked in uncertainly, glancing up at the Gamemakers. Sarafine seemed to smile at her from there, her golden eyes shining with malice. She leaned forward in anticipation as Lena’s hair began to curl in the wind.

  Lena let out a frustrated scream, and a mini tornado unleashed itself in the room, throwing weapons and dummies everywhere. Not a single one made contact with Lena. Over the chaos, she swore she could hear Sarafine laugh in delight.

   Lena dropped her arms, feeling sick. Sarafine was looking at her with approval, something she had dreamed about, but only when her mother had green eyes. “Sanaret." Lena muttered under her breath. "Figo. Reditum." Heal. Fix. Return.

   Everything in the training center flew back to what it used to be, and Lena fled the room, Sarafine’s laughter ringing in only her ears.

ETHAN

    The first thing he noticed was the shaken Gamemakers. 

   looking around the room, he wasn’t sure what the others did to leave them in such a state. The room was th same as when they left-weapons neatly arranged on racks, dummies set up. The only thing missing was the force field.Maybe Lena cast something to remove it, he mused, grinning.

     He looked around the room, his heart sinking. I can come back from the dead twice, defeat one of the worst mortals who tried to be a caster and be the boyfriend of the most powerful caster in the world, but I literally can’t show off anything remarkable. He turned the thought over and over in his head, ignoring ta Gamemaker when she stood and said “You may begin, Ethan Wate.” 

     He decided, finally, to go to the obstacle course. It was the only thing he was good at-leading the way through the worst paths. Being a Wayward isn’t too bad, he mused. He pressed the button, and the course sprang to life. He turned to the Gamemakers, made a show of closing his eyes and covering them with his hands, turned, and stepped onto the course, desperately hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. I am a Wayward, show me the way. I am a Wayward, show me the way. Just don’t kill me just don’t kill me just don’t kill me

    After what seemed like forever, he felt his feet hit solid ground and he opened his eyes. Some of the Gamemakers were nodding in approval. He looked at the clock on the wall.

   I had taken him only a minute to walk through the course, blindfolded.

LENA HALOWAY

   She glared at the DRA scientists from across the room. They stared back coolly, emotionless. Lena held their gaze, unwilling to drop. These people were emotionless, living without love. Finally, one dropped her gaze and stood. “Lena Haoloway, you may begin.”

   She felt an urge to shout at them for taking her away, for forcing her to participate in this death game for the sake of entertainment and research.Before, she had already thought of what to do. Grabbing two dummies and dragging it over to another section, she began to paint.

   Fifteen minutes later, she stepped back and saluted them. “Love can do wonderful things, can’t it?” She asked the DRA agents mockingly. They stared back at her design, ignoring her leaving.

  One of the dummies was positioned so that it was slitting the other’s throat. The victim was leaning helplessy on the ground, and the attacker had the shape of a three-point scar on their neck. Unconciously, some of the DRA agenst rubbed their own scar as the other Gamemakers stared.

ALEX

   As soon as he saw what Lena had done, he burst out laughing, ignoring the reproachful glares from the Gamemakers. Way to go, Lena. He hollered mentally. Good work!

   Deciding not to let her work go to waste, Alex grabbed another dummy and began to work. 

   He thought of the time that Lena had told him of her mother, how she had been cured three times, and how the third time, they had refused to give her anesthesia, leaving her fully conscious and in agony throughout the entire operation as they cut into her brain. Without much thought, in less than ten minutes, he had rearranged the dummies, showing the exact same scenario. Several members of the DRA stared, and one’s eyes flashed in recognition. 

   He stared back up defiantly at the scientists. some stared in confusion and asked each other in hushed voices what was going on, but some of the blue robed ones seemed to take in the scene and understand, eyes flashing uneasily to their fellow DRA counterparts. Feeling satisfied, Alex walked out tof the room.

TESSA

   The level on unease was so high in the room, she wanted to run away. 

   She walked in, holding about eleven scraps of objects, each from a different person. The Gamemakers stared at her, wondering why she was holding the garbage. One cleared his throat. “Theresa Gray. You may begin.” She dropped the scraps on a table.

   Tessa looked up, and, reaching for one of the scraps, closed her eyes and reached out with her mind.

  The change was sudden, and she felt power flow into her body. when she opened her eyes, they were sea green.

   She had changed into Percy Jackson.

   Surprisingly, there was no gasp, no eyes widening, no shouts. Perhaps after Twenty other supernatural showings, they simply had given up on rational thoughts. 

    Sighing, she clamped her hand onto another object and reached out. This time, the change hit her so hard, she stumbled. This was different-an unknown, unnatural feeling flew through her veins and scorched her throat. Her eyes snapped open, and she could almost immediately tell who she was without looking. She had changed into Jace, and the Heavenly fire she thought had left her body a century ago scorched her insides again. It was too much. She changed back, her clothes smoking.

JEM

   As soon as he walked into the room, he went straight for a sword. 

   There was not much else to do. After a century, he was feeling slightly out of shape, but if anything, the Silent Brothers had helped change his life. Now, with no parabatai, he felt no desire to fight. But since they wanted to see what he could do, he might as well do something-anything-just to impress them. 

   He dashed a quick rune on his arm, then leaped and caught a hanging bar, slashing at a dummy on the way. He swung from bar to bar a few more times, slicing a few other dummies.

   He then dropped to the ground, feeling slightly out of breath. Turning abruptly, he stalked out, not wanting to do anymore without his parabatai.