"In the end even gold goes grey"
They say District 8 is the most rebellious district. Their Victors are a good example of that.
In which a Victor from District 8 isn't supposed to have relationships but grows closer to a Victor from District 4.
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Bex couldn't be happier that she was going home. Colt had decided to ride the train to District Eight with her. He always did, the pair first met when Bex was a scared fifteen-year-old who was convinced that she was going to die. And ever since then Colt had always worried about her, and he always wanted to make sure that she was okay, she appreciated it.
Part of Bex wanted to sleep but she didn't want the nightmares, she'd wait until she got home to be able to sleep, that was the easiest way. The nightmares weren't as bad when she was at home because she knew that Isla was in the house or Cecelia and Woof were down the street.
She didn't want to turn the TV on either, she knew that it would be someone dishing gossip on Victors. The Victors of Eight refused to watch the TV unless it was a forced broadcast, which Bex was glad of, she never knew where the cameras in the Capitol were, she didn't know what they were broadcasting about her.
Bex could play the game, but not as well as Finnick, he seemed like he loved the cameras, but Bex knew the opposite, she knew who Finnick really was. If she wanted to even Bex could act like she was enjoying what was happening to her.
Caesar Flickerman would most likely be reporting about Katniss and Peeta's love story, detailing ever moment of it. It made Bex want to hurl. She didn't hate the people...yet, she hated that they changed the game. They had no idea how many people were put in the same position that they were in, but only one of them walked out.
But not them. The Game was changed for them.
Something was shifting, everything felt different since Katniss and Peeta won their games. Bex tried to ignore it but with everything going on in her District, that was ridiculously hard and with Woof cursing the ground the President Snow walked on made it harder.
Plutarch's deal was hard. Part of her wanted to help, the other part of her knew Haymitch was right, she was scared. The answer to that question would change her life, she wasn't about to say yes and seal her friends death herself. She had people she had to protect, she couldn't and wouldn't throw it all away for two people who thought the rules didn't apply to them.
Before she would have. Now she didn't know.
If District Eight did anything, it was hold grudges. Nash had been holding a grudge against District Four for coming up to eight years now. It was a grudge for a stupid reason, but something Bex hated was backstabbing which was exactly why the grudge was there.
"You haven't slept have you?"
Bex was pulled out of her thoughts by Colt walking into the room, pouring himself some coffee as he did, "Nope." Bex said, leaning back on the couch, "I know Danai said not to talk about it-"
Colt shook his head as he sat down, "Then we shouldn't."
Bex trusted Colt, just as much as she trusted anyone. There was something different about him, he wasn't as 'Capitol' than people like the District Twelves escort Effie Trinket. Bex felt comfortable with Colt, maybe that was just because she had known him for coming up to ten years and was always on her side. He was similar to Sejanus, there was something in his eyes that made Bex know that she could trust him with anything.
But Colt already knew what the question was going to be. He had seen the Victors of Eight, he knew they were tired, he knew the deal that Bex had made with Snow and what she did during the nights she was in the Capitol.
He knew what the question was going to be.
He just took Bex's hands and squeezed them. That told her everything she needed to know, Colt Haynes would stand with eight through anything, even if it was just silently from the side-lines, he would still be there.
The fact that Colt even got off the train with her when they got to District Eight, showed her just how much he did actually care about her. The pair had hugged but Colt was back heading towards the Capitol in minutes.
The second the train left, Bex felt free. The Capitol was gone from her, for now anyway. District Eight wasn't the best District, they didn't have a lot of food, a lot of greenery but it was her home, it was the one place that she felt even remotely safe.
Which said a lot considering her people was starting riots left right and centre. Bex made her way down to the markets. Just walking through the markets seeing all the people that she had grown up with made her smile. She walked over to the Trinket Stall, you never know what you would find over there.
"Welcome back, Birdy." Mrs Dodds the stall lady greeted her. She had always been kind to her, Bex wasn't sure why. But she looked after someone very important to her
Bex smiled back at her, "Good to be back. Ben okay?"
The old woman nodded, "He's fine. I saw on the TV you were at the Presidents party." Mrs Dodds said, Mrs Dodds was one of the oldest people who lived in the District, everyone thought that she could outlive anything, not many people remembered where she came from though, she leaned forwards slightly, "Is he dead yet? Someone kill him?"
Bex had to hold in her laugh, after the amount of Games that Mrs Dodds had seen it was understandable that she hated Snow, "Not yet no."
The market suddenly went very quiet, Bex looked back and saw Peacekeepers doing checks on the stalls, when she looked back at the stall she saw Mrs Dodds looking at a cloth, a cloth that had the mocking jay symbol on it, "Oh come on!" Bex quickly picked up the cloth and put it in her pocket, if the Peacekeepers found the old lady with them she would have been whipped or worse, shot.
Everyone stood still, just letting the Peacekeepers looked around, look under things and in the pockets of certain people. Then Bex heard a yelp, a Peacekeeper had hit a woman around the face.
She may be terrified of the Capitol and President Snow but she still had morals, the second the Peacekeeper took out his baton, Bex ran towards them getting in the middle of them, "Hey!"
The Peacekeeper was still gripping onto the baton, "I wouldn't if I were you, what do you think our beloved President will do when he finds out you bruised the face of the Golden Girl of the Capitol?...You know what? Do it"
The Peacekeeper reluctantly put his baton away and they all walked away, knocking over stalls as they went, "Rebellion will not be happening Eight! Not happening!"
Bex sighed in relief and part fear once the Peacekeepers were out of sight, she turned around to the woman now seeing that it is Miss Aldine the local teacher, "Thank you."
Bex nodded, "Don't mention it. Seriously."
She then walked back to where everyone else was picking up their things, "Are you kidding me? We don't know this."
"It's true." Mrs Dodds shot back, "It's coming, it's real. We have to fight back, Bex."
Bex shook her head, "We don't. We can't. Don't let this happen again." Bex turned on her feet and started to walk away
"For Delia and your family, we have to."
Bex stopped dead in her tracks, Delia was the first person that Bex ever mentored. In the 67th Games. The Games where it all started between District Four and Eight.
