After wondering the arena for a while, I finally found a place where I could wash off the sticky plant drool. Looking up, I gawked at the amazing architecture of the mountain side. A stairway of multiple ponds formed by many waterfalls over lapping one another, causing water to fall down from one pool to the next, ending at a luscious see-through lake with shallow areas and deep areas, separated by sections of rocks and sands on the surface above. Surrounding the edges were cat-tails and blades of grass, swaying in the artificial winds.

Looking down I expected fish to inhabit the waters of the pond, and there they were, shimmering in their sliver glory. However, as creatures of the Arena I didn't know what to expect from them; for all I know they could open up their mouths and reveal a black hole that could consume the very arena itself (Hopefully the Gamer Makers can't hear my thoughts otherwise next year's tributes will never survive if they're near water). To test my theory, I grabbed an apple from my bag and tossed it into the water to see what the fish would do.

At first, nothing happened, but as soon as the fish caught the scent of the fruit they went into a frenzy, leaving nothing but the core. This wasn't a good sign; if any tribute were to fall into these waters they'd be piranha food in a matter of minutes. Not only would they fall victim to the piranhas, they'd fall victim to something bigger; looking deeper in the pond, I saw shadows moving around. I knew they couldn't be the shadows of the trees above me and the pond, so what could these shadows be? Could they be...

My thoughts were cut off when I saw a spear pass by me, crashing into the waters beside me. I turned to see the Careers and a few other tributes coming after me! Having no where to go, I ran straight into the water, running over the thin layers of rocks and sand! The Careers followed after me, but as soon as they followed behind, explosions of water sprang up! The shadows turned out to be giant Sunfish looking creatures with peaks so sharp they could split a man in two. One push and tribute can be either Sun Piranha or regular Piranha food! Still running, I noticed a small port in the water that seemed to be an entrance into the cave, I could probably pull an escape if I can time it just right...

SPLASH! SPLASH! CRASH!

AHH!

The sounds of water being splashed about and the screams of the tribute ringed in my head as I heard him be skinned alive by the water's fish. Having no time to watch nor hear his suffering, I slung my backpack through the waterfall and into the cavern. Eventually using the friction I had, I ducked down and slid on my hip, eventually entering the cavern myself! Tossed about, I tumbled away from the entrance, getting jagged by rocks until finally I landed on the hard rocky ground. In pain, but determined, I got up, dusted myself off, grabbed my backpack and continued to hear the screams of the fallen tributes, soon two cannon shots were heard all over the arena.

Two Careers down, chances are the remaining two could find the cavern and kill me. If that was going to be the case there was no point in me staying here. As I walked deeper into the cave, the light from the small hole started to fade and light from an unknown source was starting to seep into my eyes. Following this light, I found out the light was coming from giant crystals growing with all sorts of colors. They were very beautiful but knowing the Games chances are they're a instant kill or something.

To my surprise, I heard footsteps from the other end of the cave! Startled, I hid myself in between a rock and a crevasse so I wouldn't be caught, but if I was spotted... Better have my knife in hand just in case.

The footprints turned out to be a male from District Twelve, but... something was off about him. He looked... happy... but there were tears and blood falling from his face as he cried. Next thing I knew, I heard another cannon fire from outside, this time it was much louder than before, so that could mean I'm closer to the surface than I thought! Thank goodness, the place was giving me claustrophobia anyway.

My happy thoughts were soon interrupted when I heard the guy bursting into insane sounding laughter, as if something in his brain just snapped. Eventually he positioned himself over a crystal leaning towards his chest. Rapidly moving himself forward, he stabbed himself in the chest multiple times! Sounds of tearing flesh and vital organs squeezing out blood and dripping on to the floor. Many thrusts later, he collapsed on the crystal with it lodging into his body. Minutes later, the cannon fired.

I emerged from my hiding spot and couldn't help but feel myself gag at this; I knew that the games was tormenting and I've seen many tributes commit suicide on TV, but seeing it up close was just... unsettling. To think, this could've been me if I haven't met Toffee; if not a single tribute found and killed me first I would have done this to myself.

As I was trapped in my thoughts, I felt hands grab me from behind and drag me out of the cavern! Tossing me out of their grip and onto the ground, then lunged themselves on top of me, keeping me pinned with their own body weight and with their hand on my neck.

"So, this is the little wolf in sheep's clothing?" they laughed, "Pathetic."

Their grip tightened as I struggled for air while desperately trying to think of a solution to my problem. It wasn't until I looked passed the tributes body did I see my knife a few inches away from my hand. Maybe if I reach for it I could-

"Why would a sponsor as powerful as Toffee choose you out of us? You're nothing special!" they complained.

That was it, that was what made me snap. Gaining a tight grip on my knife I swiftly stabbed their eye and pushed them off of me, while unsheathing my knife out of their eye. They screamed in pain, then growled at me, lunging at me again only for me to dodge their attack this time. This repeated for quite a while until I recognized a pattern in their attacks! Now if I could time it just right...

They lunged once more, but instead of dodging, I took their attack, but instead of feeling their hands on me, they stood still in my personal space. The owner of the hands was stabbed in the chest and is currently suffering the effects of realizing they've been afflicted with damage. The look on their face was absolutely amazing; the face someone would have when they realize they're about to die, but not to the hands of a stronger opponent, but to the hands of the likes of me; 'The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing'.

"And that's the end for Gabriel of District eight!" shouted Mic looking completely shocked, "Taken down by someone smaller than you must be a big insult to the poor guy."

"Nova Stratosphere may be small, but she's quite skilled; she's probably dealt with guys bigger than him," Flick pointed out.

Toffee sat the couch of the living room, unable to do his paper work for once after hearing Nova being close to Death's Door, but was instantly relieved she made it out alive. Beating someone bigger than her was certainly an accomplishment for her and he was proud of that.

"Wonder why it wasn't until her sponsor was mentioned did she snap?" asked Flick.

"No clue, maybe there was something more deeper than we can imagine Flick," commented Mic.

"You don't think they... did it do you?"

Toffee felt his stomach sink and his face flushed with red. Unable to watch anymore, he turned off the television and walked back to his office. Could there really be a explanation behind Miss Stratosphere's actions? Was it simply the promise she made to him or was it...? No, she couldn't have those emotions for him, could she? Maybe he should finish that paperwork to clear his mind.