Almost in reply to Nolan's question, my shoulder throbbed painfully. "Why bother asking?" I snapped, moving further down the corridor. He suddenly started moving; his steps matching mine. "Can't I be concerned for you?"
"No, you can't."
"But we share a connection." He drawled, clutching at his chest; looking hurt. The tracker on his arm beeped. His eyes locked onto my arm and they narrowed. "Where is it?" I covered the place he was staring at with my hand.
"Where is what?" He stalked up to me so fast I hardly saw him move. His hand fisted in my hair and he yanked my head backwards. I yelped loudly and tried to pull away from him. "Don't struggle." He hissed. "Where is it? I've not been able to remove mine." He slowly twisted my hair and I whimpered. Suddenly, the train lurched and we fell to the floor. "We're moving…We're moving!" I cried happily. I realised where I was lying and quickly scrambled away. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head. "Moving, great." He mumbled sarcastically. His gaze locked onto mine, the amber in them dancing before my eyes. He sighed, leant against the wall, glanced down the corridor then back to me. "I'd advise you to put your tracker back on, unless you want another escort on your back about it. They're not all as kind as Clovis." His eyes fell onto my shoulder and he frowned. I pulled a face.
"What?" He looked back up to my face and shook his head.
"Just go put your tracker on." It was my turn to shake my head. He jerked towards me and I scrambled up. There was no way I'd let him come near me again.
"You're messed up man." I muttered, walking away down the corridor. I clenched my hands into fists so he couldn't see how badly I was shaking.
I frowned. I'd been gone from my room for about 10 minutes and someone had been in and cleaned it. It's not like I'm a messy individual but I'm able to find things better in a ruffled room than a clean one. Nadia was gone but I don't think it would've been her. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see the landscape hurrying by. Soon I would be at the Capitol. "Here tracker, tracker. Come out, come out wherever you are." I muttered, moving over to the various drawers sat against the wall.
There was a sudden knock on the door and I looked up at it from the pile of clothing I was sat in. "Come in!" I shouted, turning back to the clothes. The door slid smoothly open to reveal the person stood there.
"Looking for something?" The person in the doorway asked. The familiarity of the voice shocked me. Twisting around, I saw who it was. "D…Davvid?" A holodisk had been placed on the floor just outside of my room and Davvid's image flickered softly. "Hey Del." A single tear rolled down my face and I swatted it away. His warm smile comforted me and made me realise I wouldn't be alone on this journey. "So, are you looking for something?" He asked again. I sniffed and nodded. "Yeah, my tracker."
"Tracker?"
"Yes, a tracker. I chased a guy off the train when we were stuck in District 1 because he bolted it," Davvid's smile disappeared and I saw it replaced with a frown. "Then I got landed with a tracker which I took off when I changed my shirt and now I can't find it." I finished quickly. I saw him shake his head and point. "Is it that there?" My eyes followed his finger and lo and behold, there it was. I attached it to my arm and it bleeped, the little panel glowing green again. Behind my best friends image I saw someone reach for the holodisk. "No!" I cried, but it was too late. He was gone and so was my happiness.