Head Gamemaker - Crucis Rollo

Assistant Gamemaker - Titus Vipointe

This is a short chapter about the Gamemakers. It's not very big so please excuse that fact. Also, you guys have SERIOUSLY been asking for Annabeth, and of course I absolutely love that. Because if we're all honest with ourselves, Percy Jackson is the best book series. EVER. Hands. Down. ( well, it's a close second to Harry Potter of course...) So, because of this, ***SPOILER ALERT*** Annabeth will star and be in the next CHAPTER! Now that is all I'm saying. You will get nothing more out of me.

Chapter 5 - Sending in The Beast: Gamemakers

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Crucis paced the room. He rubbed his finger against his chin, thinking hard.

The room he stood in was completely white. The floors and the ceiling were a pure white marble. He was outside the office of where the Games were being controlled. Few decorating items stood in the perfect room. There were chairs and mirrors reflecting back their faces. He was not alone in the room, his assistant Gamemaker, Titus Vipointe was in the room too.

'Why does everything have to be so difficult?!' His mind screamed at him.

Crucis's best friend, Titus carelessly flipped through a magazine. "Stop pacing, you're making a ditch."

Crucis started into his eyes coldly. Titus yawned, and flipped another page.

Although they were best friends, they almost had no alikes. Crucis was quiet and thoughtful. A silent genius. Titus said what he felt with no remorse. Crucis had neat blond hair that was perfectly combed with a styled beard to go with it. Titus had dark black hair that was buzz cut, his skin was a deep coffee brown. Perhaps their differences is what made them such good friends.

"I will not stop pacing, Vipointe. " Crucis said it silently with a sharp edge to it. His fists were balled up. "What has the President said so far?"

Titus groaned as he picked up a transmitter with a clear form so you could see the wires inside. It was expensive, and perfect for any Gamemaker.

"All he said was that the Audience was getting bored, Rollo. This is getting out of hand." His accent was Jamaican and deep.

"Out of hand?! Out of ha-No it's not. I am perfectly in hand." He ran his hand through his blonde hair. "You wouldn't know,"

Crucis was known to spiral out of control when things didn't follow exactly how he wanted them. He was also know to go mad when it got too out of control.

"The audience is getting bored..." began Crucis.

"So make them not bored," said Titus boringly without looking up.

Crucis sighed impatiently, "it's only the second day! I've sent in Boggarts, members of the Silence, I even killed off all of District 6 with those wargs! I don't know what else they expect of me," Crucis rubbed his fingers against his temple.

"Those are all small thing mon," Titus said. "Give something they won't forget. Something that they'll be talking about for years." He set down his magazine, "something future Gamemakers will want to work off of."

Crucis, with a hand on his hip, and the other resting under his chin looked at Titus. Suddenly, his sickly pale blue eyes lit up. Crucis went into the newly made Gamemaker headquarters. Really, it was so new, it still smelled of paint and wood. Crucis looked around the room of different people with different builds. He put his hands on the railing to the outside of the white room. People were so busy caught up in their own things until someone shouted,

"Head Gamemaker! Look alive!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to him. He put his hands behind his back. In a clear voice he loudly announced the following,

"I have been told that the Audience is getting bored with our work." Whispers broke out in the room until Crucis held a hand to silence them. They stopped immediately. For everyone in the room was deathly scared of the great, Crucis Rollo. They had seen what he could do, what he does do, and finally what he's possible of. Rollo had a dark history that I so wish I could explain to all of you, but I shall not distract from the story. Crucis went on,

"So of course this problem must be solved," Crucis explained. Titus walked into the room. A few people tightened their grips on their chairs. Titus, before a Gamemaker, was a blood thirsty murder. ( don't ask me how he became a Gamemaker, the history is way too long. )

"I prepose a new monster to be thrown into the Arena. Something to keep the tributes... On their toes." Crucis chuckled. "Something that they won't won't forget."

The Gamemakers exchanged glances, what could the silent genius be thinking? Crucis had a devil like grin slapped across his face.

Crucis was sending in a Jabberwocky.