Game Of Survival

2- Hatred

Moa vaulted off of her Chariot, bolting after an extremely pissed off Banz. Most tributes wee too busy to deal with the hot-headed victor's attitude, but Moa always managed to catch up and calm him down before he did some serious damage like he'd done in the beginning, before he had others to calm him down.

"Jesus Christ, Banz." Katniss heard the district five female mutter as she sprinted past her at a dizzying speed.

"What's with her?" Katniss asked curiously

Haymitch spared Moa a glance before shaking his head "She's going after the infuriated Banz Bonsai, of course." He said "Banz gets pissed at President Snow and tends to... break things."

"Can't be worse than you." Katniss said as they entered an unused elevator

"It's worse than Haymitch." The three tributes (Peeta was there, but he was just listening) jumped at the new voice, looking up and spotting Bo, and enraged Johanna behind him "And Johanna, for the last time, stop being bitchy about your stylist, we've got bigger fish to fry."

"I'm gonna murder her." the district seven female growled "And you're not helping!"

"Moa would, but she's dealing with Z." Bo said neutrally as Johanna turned to Peeta

"My stylist is an idiot, and Bo isn't helping." She ranted before turning around "Unzip me?"

The district twelve male did so reluctantly, and covered his eyes quickly when she dropped her dress completely.

"Oh thank God." Johanna sighed in relief "Oh hey, my stop!" She turned to Bo, who was shaking his head, sighing "Tell Moa to stop at my suite please?"

Bo waved her off "Yeah, sure, now get out." He said, the district seven female laughing before she stepped off.

"Woah." Peeta said, eyes wide once he uncovered them

"Calm down, kid." Bo said, looking at the male "You're supposed to be marrying her, so try and keep it up so we don't all die." The elevator stopped again, yelling heard down the hall as Bo stepped out, the sound of a glass smashing catching the district twelve victor's attention.

"What was that?" Peeta asked as Bo sighed

"Moa better pray." He muttered, the three hearing "That's Banz, hope you're ready for the arena again." He waved to the oldest "See ya, Haymitch."

Bo walked down the hall, stopping at the door and waiting as he heard a glass smash against it, entering soon after to a ruined suite. He knew Banz's district partner fancied woof, so the two would be together all night and she probably wouldn't be around the entire preparation week.

All Avoxes were long gone, having fled after spotting the two victors-turned-tributes, one fuming in a way they knew all too well. Moa was seated at the one place that wasn't destroyed, the sofa area, which is where Cedric was as well, somehow. Bo watched as Banz tried to find any other breakable thing he could, smashing his hands into a glass table, the glass cracking as Bo heard someone running down the hall toward the suite. Bo walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, the force making both of the district five tributes bounce a bit as Banz smashed his hands against the table once again, this time the glass shattering, some shards getting stuck in his hands as the door burst open.

"So, why couldn't you calm the bastard down this time?" Bo asked Moa, who slouched and sighed as Finnick Odair entered the broken scene, Banz kind of calming down, but reaching for a potted plant, the last easily breakable thing in the room near him.

"He keeps ranting about the look Snow gave us." Moa sighed as Finnick snapped out of his quick daze, bolting over to the now wounded Banz, quickly wrapping the shorter in a tight hug, squeezing him enough to where he couldn't escape without hurting the other. "Especially you and Finnick."

Bo sighed, reclining back as Banz stated to calm down a bit. "Banz!" Bo called over his shoulder "Stop takin' looks personal, ya dumbass!"

Banz growled, but said nothing, letting the district four male hold him as Finnick's partner, Mags, entered the room, fussing silently over the mess.

Mags snapped for Moa, who looked up, nodding as the old victor signed something to her, the female, hopping up and grabbing a first-aid kit from a cabinet in the kitchen, which was given in case the victor of Nine wanted to cook his frustrations out.

Bo and Cedric idly chatted with each other as Mags watched Moa work on Banz's hands intently. It was strangely peaceful, despite all the broken things that littered the area.

"The fuck happened here?" The six tributes looked to the entrance, where a very... surprised Haymitch stood, surveying the damage to the district nine room

Banz looked down, where Moa had wrapped his knuckles, where some blood was already starting to seep through, though not as much that was on the floor.

"They joys of being mentally unstable." Cedric's sarcastic tone cut through the room "Well, mentally unstable and sober."

Haymitch scoffed "Very funny." He wasn't amused. "I came to.. discuss, but that can wait until tomorrow, I guess."

Moa waved off the others concerns "What the hell is it your tributes want?" She asked

"It's not about what they want." Haymitch said "It's about what's needed."

"Spit it out, Haymitch." Bo said, turning away from the scene from behind his seat, reclining more and closing his eyes "We may have all night, but I'd rather get to five's suite sooner rather than later."

"I need you to protect her so we can..." Haymitch looked around cautiously "I told Banz earlier."

Finnick looked down to the male in his arms, who was frowning at his knuckles, clearly not interested of in the conversation.

Moa's face had a look of realization "You want us to protect her?" She hissed "I don't know if you've noticed, but some of us have bigger stories than that girl, who volunteered for her precious sister."

"Yeah, I know." Haymitch snapped "But it's either she dies and you continue with the slavery, or you help protect her and we're free."

Mags was already in, Moa could see it in her eyes. Finnick was worried, Cedric was unconvinced.

A long sigh tore through the broken room. Bo.

"Fine." He said, heaving himself out of his seat "But if any of my siblings die because of this... Bullshit, you're done for, Abernathy."