[ WP ] Challenge : This was an old College assignment I had because someone opened their mouth and said `` No one writes a story about someone dying over a glass of water . '' So what 's your story ?

*It's either me, or him* 
 
 
 The glass was filled to the top, nearly overflowing. It sat in the middle of a coliseum, smack dab in the center of a thousand screaming onlookers. My parched mouth was crying for a drop. My whole being longed for the nourishment, to feel liquid that was n't my own blood flowing down my throat... It had been days since i had something to drink, although it felt like weeks. 
 
 
 My attention was brought back to my opponent. An equally thirsty, starving, skeleton of a man on the other end of the arena. Not to mention the bloodthirsty hound that stood to the right of the glass, daring for anybody to come within 10 paces of it. 
 
 
 The `` rule,'' was to use only my fists, but i knew there were n't any *real* `` rules.'' 
 In my right hand i held a small shiv firmly, One that i had fastened from the spoils of my last `` glass of water.'' 
 
 
 It was a sick way to quench one's thirst. But i never had a choice. This is how i'd been earning my water for the past 3 or so months. Every 3 days i'd be bagged and thrown into this arena, with a new opponent and a new mutt. A new opportunity to live. 
 
 
 My thoughts came crashing back to reality with the blast of a war horn, and i wasted no time. By the expression on my opponent, he was new. I charged towards the mutt, figuring i'd save the easiest for last. 
 
 
 The canine spun it's head in my direction, and crouched. As i approached at full speed, the dog jumped, trying to meet my neck as i sank the shiv deep into its breast. The weight of the beast got the best of me, and i tumbled backwards and collapsed. The mutt let out a whimper as i tossed it off of me, and scrambled to my feet. 
 
 
 The glass was empty! 
 
 
 My opponent had drank the water! 
 
 
 
 Fury filled my bones. I let out a screech and with the remainder of my strength i came down furiously on his weak body. I tossed the shiv aside, and sent blow after blow of my bony fists into his gut. 
 
 
 Finally he crumbled to the floor and retched the water back up. I dropped to my knees and began lapping at the warm water. Trying to get as much as i could, without puking myself. 
 
 
 I did n't even feel shiv hit the back of my neck. 
 

