Beast boy walked into the arena. Round three was going to be difficult, but he was ready. He looked at the man in the black cloak. He wanted to laugh at the pencil thin man. He knew this was a trick. He looked at him and kept his mind blank someone like that doesn't become greatest warrior on bronze. They get there by brain. He stayed away.

"Come to me child." He hissed.

"No."

"Fine I shall come to you then and it will be just as painful."

He stepped back and before he could he felt a cold icy pang in his chest. "Ahhh."

He looked up and the pencil thin man had his hand in beast boys chest. His heart was turning to ice. His eyes were becoming glazed over. His skin was freezing. He had to fight. This was becoming too much.

"Look at the fear freezing you... Turning you into the pain you've suffered for so long... You're going to die."

Beast boy was on his knees begging someone for mercy. Then he thought being warm, he thought about the warmth of Rosies love, the warmth of Ramonas skin, and the warmth of Barbras smile. He wasn't going to stop. He could hear Rosies laughter and her love. He just wanted to be free of his icy touch. He looked for her, but she wasn't there. He just thought of her and his body was hot.

"What are you doing?!"

"I- I'm beating you at your own game you son of a bitch!" He kept thinking and fighting his pain. He took his hand and ripped his arm out of his chest and ripped it off completely then flung it.

"AHHHH!" He screamed harshly shaking as blood spurted out of the stump.

He punched him and slung him over and took his decapitated arm and put it over his chest. He tried to do the same thing he had done with him.

His screams filled the dead silent arena. Beast boy could see him turning to ice. "Please stop!" He screamed.

Beastboy shook his head and kept going until his body looked like an ice sculpture. "Shhh..." He said "Let your fear freeze YOU!"

His face was paralzed in fear as he completely froze.

He looked up.

"THE WINNER!" Game master said. "You're nearing the end."

"Fuck you." He grunted and walked out of the arena. "Take me to Roise I want to see her. I don't want to look at her through a damned window I want to touch her."

"Okay." She said and opened the door.

"Uncle Garfy!" She ran into his arms.

His instant thought was to take her, but there were armed guards and cameras. He couldn't change into anything that was strong enough to carry her because he was weak. Though he had only used animal like training he had been though enough to take his powers down. He sighed heavily. He just held him. "I love you Rosie."

"I know you're going to keep me safe. I know."

"Do you love me?"

She shone her bright eyes at him "I love you more than anyone." She hugged him again. "Just let's go home and eat ice cream. The good stuff in your fridge."

"Yes Rosie pie of course."

"We'll be close like before right? You me and mommy? We'll be friends right?"

"Honey we'll be whatever you want. Let's just get you home first."

"Okay. I love you uncle Garffy."

"I'll always love you." He said and then tucked her into bed. He closed the door and looked at her care taker who was wiping tears from her eyes. "What are you crying about?"

"She sings every night because she thinks you can hear her. It's right after I tuck her in." She wipepd her eyes. "I enjoy it, because I feel her hope. I've been a slave here for twenty years... It's been so long since I've heard a little song bird. She's the only light."

"I know how you feel about that."

"You've been a slave before?"

"A whole nother kinda slave."

"What kind?"

"A slave in my own mind. I thought that I was free, but I wasn't and now I'm a blood slave." He said and smiled "But won't be long before we are all free."

"You think so."

"I do." He looked at her. "Freedom will come before you know it."

"I hope so." She said as she pushed the button to his room "Be careful tonight. I heard your oppninet is a dream weaver."

"What do you mean dream weaver?"

"He'll weave the battle into your dreams making it seem like it was all a part of a blissful dream that is until you die. Then you'll just like you died asleep. Your fights won't matter, and Rosie will be a slave... Like me."

"Not. Going. To. Happen." He said and walked down the bed. He sighed and walked into the dark room.