Zane's POV
As the chains were removed from my wrists, I was forced up by a guard. They led me down a bright corridor. The walls were rounded and a bright blue that almost looked white. I needed to get back to P.I.X.A.L. I looked around. It was a tight space. But there was only one guard with me and no others in sight. I could run, but he'd catch me. I continued walking with the guard.
We arrived at the end of the corridor to a large room.The guard opened the door and pushed me inside. There were more people inside of the room. One man stood out. He had dark hair that was tied up in a ponytail. He had large eyebrows and a little mustache. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles. He stood in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back and walked around in tiny circles.
The guard cleared his throat. The man looked over in our direction. His eyes widened. He approached us quietly.
"Good evening, Master Zane," the man held out his hand.
I looked at his hand, then back to his face.
The man put his hand back behind his back and cleared his throat. "My name is Clouse. I am the head game maker."
I stared at the man with a blank expression, confused of what he was talking about. Had I forgotten?
"I am in charge of creating an arena and in charge of everyone in this room," he said. "They are in charge of keeping track of the tributes and creating obstacles."
I looked around the room. The strange people in there were wearing black or white suits.
"I need you to lure some of these tributes in," he said. "And then you will help me design the arena and help the tributes fight to the death."
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The Ninjago Games
Fanfiction(A crossover of The Hunger Games and Ninjago) [Book One of The Ninjago Games] After Zane's death, the government has gone corrupt. The ninja have been invited to The Ninjago Games, run by Ninjago's new insane leader, President Chen.
