A/N- This one is inspired by a creepy thought I had when I reread the book. You never know what happens to the bloodbaths, so I figured I could take a few creative liberties with Dahla. Reviews would be positively wonderful. :)

Dahla Brody, District 10

And the games have begun again.

She shouldn't be surprised. They have had it out for her forever.

Her first games were in wide pastures. The animals were deadly, but she knew her way around.

She knew she could win.

But Dahla cannot do anything in the water-filled arena. She envies Mags and Finnick.

It begins to spin. She thought she was free. She thought she was gone.

But it's the Hunger Games. They are never truly gone. They stay with you, hiding just in the corner of your mind. Waiting to spring back at you with full force.

And now she must dive off of the plate.

She has never really swum before, but she figures now is as good a time as any to learn.

Within a few seconds, she is gasping and flailing. Screaming and shuddering and flapping.

It's a good thing there isn't anyone in the spokes near Dahla. They could kill her easily.

Fire Girl has already reached the beach. How did she learn to swim? There isn't water in the coal mines, is there? Maybe District 12 is textiles. She can't remember anymore.

Panic has overtaken her.

Don't people sink in water? Dahla doesn't seem to be. In fact…

Somehow, she stays perfectly still. And she doesn't go under.

Dahla gives a sigh of relief. She is too numb to move, so she just observes the commotion on the beach. The District 1 and 2 Careers obviously made their usual alliance. They have gotten the whole Cornucopia.

Where are Katniss and Peeta?

They've gone. Dahla supposes she should start swimming. She hesitantly moves an arm, and then another. She moves forward a bit.

Something grabs her by the leg and pulls her under. She has no time to think. Her screams cannot be heard.

The waters hide something. Something best left dark and undisturbed.