"Your shirt's torn." I looked to my left and saw Nolan pointing at my shoulder. I sighed and rested against the back of the tall chair in the room they'd put me and him in. "Like I care, it's not my shirt."
"So, you don't care that it nearly goes all the way down your front." I looked down and yelped. There was a wide, jagged cut reaching from my shoulder across my chest to where the buttons were. I lifted my left hand to sloppily pull the edges together. I would've used both hands but my right was cuffed to the chair arm. "How the hell did that happen?" I whispered, more to myself than to him.
"Isn't it obvious?" I snapped my head up to meet his eyes.
"No, or I wouldn't be asking myself."
"You struggled," I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued. "You were walking down the corridor to go back to your room when they told you to go with them. You didn't want to, clearly, and fought against them. So, they drugged you." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
"They, they drugged me?" He nodded and pointed at spot just above where my heart was. I cautiously lifted my hand and noticed, for the first time, the large bruise beginning to form. Great, not only is my best shirt ruined, I now have a massive bruise crawling over my chest. No low cut tops for me. The door opening interrupted my inner monologue.
In walked Clovis and the women; they were half way through a conversation. "I still don't see why we have to do it Mina."
"They can't be trusted, they've escaped once and they could do it again."
"Granted but I trust her more than him."
"Only because she's your district." I coughed making them realise they weren't the only ones in the room. They turned their heads towards me, blank expressions crossing their faces. I swallowed, instantly regretting my decision. The woman, recently named as Mina, held up two bands with a dull green panel on them. She handed one to Clovis and they confidently strode towards us. With a snap, the bands were attached to our arms and the panel changed hue, to a livelier green. The same green as…As Davvid's eyes…Just thinking about him made me start to wail like a 5 year old. "You have got to be kidding me," I heard Nolan mutter. "Crying over a tracking device." He raised his voice. "So, why not inject the tracker into us? Why go to the bother of making us wear armbands?"
"Because these aren't normal tracking devices," Clovis stated coolly. He walked behind my chair and placed his hands on the back of it. "These armbands are paired. The panels change colour depending on body temperature. If one of you decides to pick a fight with the other, your core body temperature will rise and the bands will send a signal to all of the escorts who carry hand held devices alerting them to the situation." He unclicked the handcuffs from my right ankle and the chair and I stood. My eyes caught the band with its glittering panel and I began to grow angry. How dare they? How dare they do this to me? What happened next, I wasn't accountable for.
I channelled my anger into energy and swung the chair up and around, knocking it on Mina's head. She crumpled to a heap on the floor, unconscious. As I swung, the arm of the chair had broken so my cuffs came off. Without thinking, I bolted for the door, grateful it swung open when I hammered on it. I had to get away; I couldn't stay there any longer. My footsteps echoed off the walls and I worried about waking someone, but no one appeared in the doorways. "Delphi!" A muffled voice shouted. "Wait!" I didn't bother to look around, knowing it would be Nolan. The band around my arm bleeped at me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw it turn a sickly shade of blue. "Delphi, you don't understand! The tracker will-" A loud bang erupted through the nearly silent corridor. The lights shattered and we were plunged into darkness. All sounds seemed to disappear with the light. I never felt so alone.