I soon found a car with several rooms in it. 13 in fact. On the front of each door were our district numbers, our names and why we were here in the first place. I soon found mine, written in a flowing golden script.
Delphi Erwin- Daughter of Lucas Erwin, traitor of the Capitol. District 4
I sighed and slid the door across. I blinked in surprise when I saw it. The wallpaper was a soft blue and the carpeting was a pale cream; it reminded me of home. I shook my head and closed the door softly. "Dammit!" Came a muffled cry from further down the corridor. I furrowed my eyebrows together and walked towards the room it had come from. This name was written in a grey jagged font.
Nolan Lockhearst. District 2
"Obviously has no reason to be here." I muttered. I listened carefully, hoping to hear what was going on in his room. There was a sharp zap, as though something was being electrocuted and there was a crash against the door. I stepped back and leant against the wall behind me. A strange scent caught my nose. It was the smell of burning hair. I reached out for the door handle but a large hand blocked my way. It was Nolan's escort, Gideon. "I wouldn't advise you of that Miss Erwin."
"And why not?" I snapped. I wanted to know what was going on but more importantly, why Nolan had attacked me.
"Mister Lockhearst has been detained. You open that door and he will do something bad."
"So what's with the electrocution?"
"Oh that? We electrified his window so he wouldn't jump out and run back to District 2." I raised an eyebrow.
"Is he really that bad?" He nodded and slipped off down the corridor, probably towards the car that held the escorts rooms. Sighing, I walked back to the room that was my own, the one that reminded me too much of home.
I rummaged through the drawers in my room, frowning at the slim variety of clothes in them. "No. Not good. Definitely not." I muttered to myself. "Would not be seen dead in that." I shook my head and closed the drawer. There was a small knock on the door and I went over to it. Sliding the door open, I frowned at the person stood there. It was Clovis. "Can I help you?"
"You're wanted. Follow me." He left it at that. I shrugged and followed him. I hadn't been this way down the train before. The numbered doors of the car showed that we were going to the back of the train. I was going to ask who wanted me, but from the way Clovis was acting, I thought better of it. After walking for about 5 minutes, we came to a blank wall. "Uh Clovis, this isn't a door." Not saying a word, he placed his large hand on it and it glowed beneath his palm. It popped open with a hiss. As we walked through, I whispered "This is so cool." We ended up in a room filled with glowing computer screens and inactive holodisks. Without realising he'd moved, I heard the hiss of the door behind me and I whipped around, finding he'd left me here in the soft blue glow of the computers. "Delphi? Is that you?" I froze. Surely not…That can't be…
"Dad?"
Slowly turning around, I saw him. My dad. A smile crept onto my face. "Daddy! It's you!" He smiled back at me. He looked terrible, cuts and bruises covered everywhere I could see, but he looked…Real. I charged towards Dad to embrace him but I slipped through his body. My whole demeanour saddened when I realised that Dad wasn't really there. He was just a hologram. "How are you honey?"
"Well, traumatised would be one word for it." I rubbed my arm absentmindedly. "Davvid gave me over to these people Dad…" I looked down, not wanting him to see me cry. "Then I was attacked when we got to District 2." I wiped my eyes and looked back up. "How are you Daddy?" He frowned.
"Beaten up, broken," he sighed. "I'm really sorry about this, I really am." His image wavered. "I expected them to take anyone of you. Jarvis was the obvious choice, even your mother. I just didn't expect that I'd see you here." The image started to fade to a dull grey. "I have to go now honey. Hopefully I'll see you soon before I'm…Gone…" With that final word, he disappeared.
"No…Daddy…" I collapsed onto my knees and cried my heart out.