3 weeks before the Reaping of the 121th Hunger Games

The Capitol

Blandus was angry.

His husband had almost got shot a few years ago, and they hadn´t found out the culprit yet! How did could happen? He had been the Vice President of Panem, and now he was the President, and the guilty one of that horrific act hadn´t been found.

He had told his husband, over and over, that he should look intensely for the culprit, and his husband answered that he did all it took to find him, but that it had been impossible. How is husband would be kept safe now?

He needed to keep his family and home safe. He needed to be safe in his position as First Man of the entire nation Panem. He needed that, and he would anything for it.

Anything.

Silvius was a natural disaster.

Sure, he was one of the greatest journalists/detectives in the entire Capitol, but he was... a bit messy.

"Get out of my bed, Samuel" he said to his partner. If someone from 75 years ago saw them in bed in that moment, they would think that Samuel was being sold as a sexual merchandise, as victors during that time of Panem were like.

But no. They had met and had entered in some sort of agreement. They would have sex, Samuel will give him information about the victors, and Silvius would let him stay in his house instead of going home. Samuel had an adversity to going home, most likely because he didn´t want to get remembered of his dead friend and crush.

That guy who died in the fourth quarter quell? Silvius thought when Samuel first told him about it. About him hiding away in the closet, his whole life, all the time pining for a better place to live in. All the loving a guy who was the most homophobic and sexist guy ever. All the time being a freaking loser.

That´s what Silvius thought Samuel was. A freaking nobody. Sure, he had won the games, sure, but he didn´t have an interesting story to write about.

Sure he could write about his misery, but that´s it. What he needed was real trauma, drama, and action. That´s what every story needed. That´s why he always went where there where small rebellions in the district, and told a story about it. That´s every political fight and affair was something that needed to be told. Cause it makes for a good story.

Samuel got up of bed and after they got dressed up, they started to talk.

"What information do you have for me now, Sammy?" Silvius told him, exasperated for information

"Well" Sam said. "I think Wallaby Allie wants to quit PanTube"

Silvius just laughed. "You think that´s good enough? That´s some information i can sell to someone else, but still, i need more."

Samuel Livingston continued "Well, i think Gavriel Asterion is self-harming again."

"Like i said, that´s not good enough" he said and he laughed again.

"Okay... I know that Kory told Gavin that he wanted to look for his real dad."

Silvius smiled. "Good enough. Good enough, boy."

Then Samuel smiled and left.

For once, he had an amazing story to write. Oh, the tales of looking for their biological family, that´s something he can relate to. He was once an adopted child too, and he knows the conflicts that arrive from there. Oh, how the magnificent victor looks for who gave him that, the blood of a victor.

Then the door was knocked. Did Samuel want more sex? Well, i want too but i am busy so...

But it wasn´t Samuel at all.

It was someone completely different.

"Hello" said Blandus Hale. "I need your help"

The form is in my profile! And if not, ask me and i will send it to you, somehow!