"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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She couldn't let it go. She had never felt the feeling before and it felt good, it wasn't something she wanted to let go.
But it was just a dream she was not in the business for anything good. Finnick was back in Four, he was safe whilst she was living in an almost warzone.
Maybe that was a good thing. This was the time to stop being afraid. To take what she wanted and not let Snow crush her anymore.
Bex Dreesen didn't need anyone, but maybe she wanted to.
"You are moping." Isla said as she looked up at her mentor
The pair were on the couch together, Isla leaning into Bex's side whilst she had her arm around her. Johanna had this running joke that Bex practically adopted her Victors.
Nash lived with her more often than that and Isla was a permanent piece of the furniture...so maybe she was right.
Bex just gave the black haired girl a look, "I am not moping."
Isla just scoffed, "Ever since Finnick left. Nash and Cecelia both told me about the alliance you have and the bond you have in the Capitol...but its something more than that isn't it?"
"I'll tell you about my thing. If you tell me about your thing with the Hazzir boy?" Bex countered and Isla just looked at her in shock, but she had to of figured out that everyone knows everything about everyone in Eight. It was just the way the world worked.
Isla just smiled, "Was he the one you told me about when we were in the Capitol?"
Never when we were training or when you were a Tribute. No one wanted to bring those memories up.
Isla just nodded, "After Reeve I...he made me feel something that I'd only ever felt once."
"Well I know that Reeve would be fine with it. So if you like him...tell him." Bex needed to take her own advice, but in the world they lived in. Bex wasn't so sure that Snow wouldn't bomb her District at any given moment.
Isla just snorted, "Take your own advice, Becky. Have you ever been on a date?"
She hadn't. She had never had time for it. Parties with Clients didn't count. Not in the slightest.
Before she could reply to the question they heard the door burst open and Nash ran in, "Turn your fucking TV on, Becky!"
Isla quickly leaned forwards and turned the TV on and the first thing they saw was President Snow standing at his podium
"I'm gonna be sick." Bex muttered as she watched Snow waving to his people. Something was coming. He was going to do something stupid. She moved off of the couch and sat on the floor in front of Nash, who just put his hand on her shoulder.
He never knew why she did that. Why she sat on the ground whilst watching the games, or every time there was a forced broadcast, why every time something bad was happening she sat on the floor. It was a mystery to him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the Seventy-Fifth year of the Hunger Games."
Bex hadn't even realised that it had been a year, "And it was written in the charter of the Games that every twenty-five years, there would be a Quarter Quell. To keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against he Capitol."
Bex had heard about the last Quarter Quell, it was Haymitch's game and from the sounds of it, it was brutal. Quells were meant to stay in your brain, Snow could have any combination of people, double the amount of Victors, all children. It didn't matter.
She didn't think she was ready for what he was about to announce.
"Something's wrong. I can feel it." Isla said and Nash nodded in agreement
Every Victor agreed, deep down they could feel it. Snow was about to change the game.
"Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on the seventy-fifth anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell." He raised the stack of cards, "As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol."
Bex sighed, she stood up to him, he was going to retaliate, she could feel it, "On this, the third Quarter Quell Games...The male and female Tributes are to be reaped...from the existing pool of Victors in each District."
No one moved. No one spoke. No one breathed.
"Victors shall present themselves on Reaping Day, regardless of age, state of health or situation..."
None of them even had time to process the situation before they heard a shot, "Absolutely not you fucker!" Bex cursed as she, Nash and Isla all scrambled off of the couch or floor and ran out of the house, up the street towards Woof's house
Cecelia was running out of her house with them, "Woof!" she shouted as she hit the door
Nash didn't even hesitate to kick the door down, running in. They saw a broken mirror on the ground but Woof was still with them, kneeling on the ground, crying, "You fuck..." Nash sighed in relief
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Woof always knew Snow was going to pull this stunt. He'd known it for years.
All the Victors got down on the ground with each other. Bex felt like she as going to throw her breakfast straight back up, but feeling Cecelia's hand on the back of her neck told her that she needed to hold her mind for a bit longer.
The five Victors cried together. Two of them were going back in. They were going back to hell.
Two of them would mentor. And one would be left in Eight.
Alone.
"Call it." Bex muttered loud enough for Nash to hear her, all the Victors pulled away and were just sitting on the ground together, "Fucking call it. This ends now."
"Light the damn fire Nash." Woof said
Nash nodded quickly, he pushed himself to his feet before running out of the house towards the Square. He was going to tell Eight. This was their last straw. They were rising up.
Cecelia and Bex locked eyes and the older woman knew what was going to happen the second that Bex moved her eyes towards Isla. Cecelia just shook her head as she took a step closer to Bex, "I'm not leaving you." In other words, she could see the crazy in her eyes. It was there, she was just waiting for it to overtake her. It was only a matter of time before someone would have to shove Bex into a shower and shout her back to reality once again.
"She can't be on her own and Nash is raising the damn banner." She muttered
Woof walked over to Cecelia and put his hand on her shoulder, "I got her. Don't worry." Cecelia didn't look convinced, "We have each other, it's okay."
Cecelia reluctantly nodded before she put her arm around Isla who had tears streaming down her face. She had only had a year out from her Game. She didn't want to go back.
None of them did
Thank you for reading
Next one gonna be interesting. But poor District 8 victors. Bex is holding her mind together like a champ though
