Chapter 44:

Lelantos Henrikson, District Nine, Age 18

Victor of the 119th Hunger Games

Fonio told them to do whatever it takes to win, and Lelantos really took that advice to heart. They weren't going to stand back and let someone else take the victory. They want to win, damn it! And if that means doing things they wouldn't even think of doing normally, well, they will have time to apologize for it after they win.

They don't think Fonio had quite meant do anyone. But what else were they supposed to do? They aren't strong. They don't know how to fight or use weapons. But they do know that they have some good looks and are confident in their sexuality. So what were they supposed to do when they saw that big manly career from Two giving looks at them in training?

Well, they made sure they spent a lot of time near Brayden in training and also may have given a few suggestive looks. By the end of the first day of training, Brayden was filled with anger at the hard on he had with no outlet. Who would have thought Brayden just needed some good dick to be manipulated? That was something Lelantos was happy to provide to him later that night.

It was too easy convincing Brayden to ally with him. The boy was a suppressed mess of sexual tension just waiting to burst, all from the parents that would cast him out if they knew their son didn't fit their perfect heteronormative family and wasn't the perfect trained volunteer they have put pressure on for his whole life. All Lelantos had to do was bat their eyelashes a little bit, whisper in his ear about how he shouldn't risk dying without being himself, and Brayden was theirs.

And now Lelantos has been patiently waiting to play all their cards. They let Brayden run into the bloodbath, the other careers still thinking he was part of them, until he killed one and injured another before they ran off with supplies. They let Brayden protect them in the arena against the other tributes, cheering him on in fights and fucking him well after each fight. But now the numbers are down to six. And with Brayden as the only career left…it's time for Lelantos to make their move before Brayden realizes victory could easily be his.

Lelantos slowly adjusts how they hold onto Brayden, the larger boy curled up against them, blissfully sleeping after Lelantos kept him distracted from the Games with a good fucking. They'll admit, they're going to miss the sex with Brayden. Once they got a taste of it…they didn't really want to stop. But, they suppose there are plenty of other people out there. People who will gladly want to sleep with them once they are a victor. So it's time for poor sweet Brayden to go.

The boy lets out a snore as Lelantos moves their arm back, making them freeze for a moment until Brayden's breathing becomes slow and even once more. They almost feel bad for how much Brayden has fallen for them, almost obsessed to the point where he can't see the truth about Lelantos. Well, he's about to find out very soon.

Lelantos carefully picks up one of the knives sitting with their supplies and holds it up in front of their face, studying the sharp edge. They have to be careful about this and make sure they do this right. They can't let Brayden get any chance to fight – not that they think he will against them – or he will definitely win. Lelantos knows they don't have a chance against Brayden in a direct fight. Good thing that won't happen.

With the hand wrapped around Brayden, they pull the boy against their chest, holding onto him tightly. Brayden lets out a noise of content and pushes back against Lelantos, completely unaware of what they're doing. "Babe, I don't know if I can go another around already."

"There won't be another time," Lelantos whispers to him and before the words can really sink in, Lelantos drives the knife deep into Brayden's chest. Brayden tries to struggle against them, but Lelantos holds onto him and quickly drives the knife in a couple more times, until Brayden is barely moving and gasping against their chest.

Lelantos lets go and rolls away from him, getting a little grossed out at the blood now soaking into their clothes. Brayden tries to roll over towards them, sputtering as he tries to say something with his dying breaths. Lelantos crouches next to him, holding the knife as Brayden stares at it, deep hurt in his eyes from the betrayal. Well, it might also be from the pain of the stab wounds. "Wh-wh-"

"Why?" Lelantos asks and shrugs as they bring down their hands, dropping the knife to the ground. "Sorry love, I did what I had to do to win. But thanks for the fine ass."

Boom.

Lelantos shuts their eyes for a moment, letting the sound of the canon echo in their head. Ah…what a great sound. Only four more times to hear that canon and then they will be out of here. They open their eyes and start moving around, whistling to themself as they start gathering up their supplies, tossing aside things they know they won't need, things that Brayden was using. Soon enough, they have one pack full of supplies and get ready to head out into the arena to find the others.

They pause a few feet away from their camp and turn back to look at Brayden, betrayal frozen on his face. Poor guy never knew what hit him. "Thanks love," Lelantos jokes as they blow a kiss at him. "I'll never forget the ass that got me my victory."

And a little throwback to Legacy with Lelantos Henrikson, Victor of the 119th Hunger Games! Of course the victor who broke the streak of career victors did it by manipulating a career to work for them XD But their story after the Games makes me Emo since they have a rough few years, curtesy of Fonio's influence...

Anyways, I've managed to get two more chapters of this written and thanks to having the two in-between written already, I'm now stockpiled to 127! Yay for adding four more weeks to the stockpile XD But that being said, might not have an update the next week or two, or if I do, it will be early morning. Guess we'll find out in a week lol!

Next up, another career (shocker lol) but this one related to someone from the Quarter Quell...