"Miss Delphi Erwin; Mr. Nolan Lockhearst." President Paylor said, sitting in the large chair in front of us. By this time, Nolan had clambered onto his knees and was staring daggers at her face. She looked at me. "Miss Delphi Erwin, your family have been found guilty of high treason. Your father was the ring leader in the districts attempt to kill me." I shook my head in denial, whispering
"No." There were tears in my eyes.
"And you Mr. Nolan Lockhearst were his second in command."
A dark laugh came out of his mouth. "Yes, I was." He slowly got to his feet but…No-one stopped him. "Though, Lucas hardly did anything on the day." The tears that had threatened to fall before had disappeared but they came back, this time out of anger. Adrenaline took over and I dived at his legs. Although my hands were bound behind me, I succeeded in knocking him over. "How could you?" I hissed in his face, putting my knee in the centre of his chest. "How could you?" I repeated, shouting this time. He grimaced, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. "Because," he started quietly. "That's what I've been trained to do."
"Trained to do? Trained to do what?" His piercing gaze locked onto my face and he smirked before speaking again.
"Kill." He whispered, laughing. My left eye began to twitch. That's not possible, the districts stopped doing that 20 years ago! I brought my knee up, smashing it under his chin. His head snapped back, hitting hard on the ground. His eyes fogged over. I was pulled away from him, snarling. "Come on!" I screamed, trying to fight free of whoever was holding me. "Get up and fight me!" He struggled to a sitting position, obviously trying not groan in pain. I felt fingers press onto the thin skin at the base of my neck and black spots appeared in my vision. Just before I became unconscious, I heard a man whisper in my ear. "Now is not the time…"
Groggily, I awoke. A pounding headache worked its way from my temples across my forehead. Groaning, I sat up, finally taking in my surroundings. It was a small bedroom, but bigger than mine at home was. The furniture was basic but of a flawless design. I pressed a hand to my forehead, breathing heavily through my nose. I swung my legs over the edge of the queen size bed and padded to the door. Wait… I looked down and raised an eyebrow. Gone were the jeans and t-shirt I had arrived in, as were my beloved boots. They had been replaced with jogging bottoms, a loose long sleeved shirt and pumps. All in a uniform grey. "You have got to be kidding me." Granted, I didn't have the nicest body, but I liked to wear nice clothes to show off what I did have. I hadn't inherited Mom's good looks and figure but features from my dad. A long, straight nose and almond shaped eyes. Thin, dark blond hair. A short back but long legs. A bit of puppy fat clinging to my stomach. Mom used to tell me it doesn't matter what you look like, it's what's on the inside that mattered. I snorted to myself. Yeah right. After looking at myself, it made me wonder, who had undressed me? A slightly disturbing image of Nolan slowly peeling my clothes off entered my mind and I shook my head, trying to clear it, but it kept creeping back. I dug my fingers into hair and screamed. A long, high-pitched scream that bounced off the walls around me. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the floor, still screaming.
Running again in a forest. Tree branches snag in my hair and twigs scratch at my face. The ground feels blisteringly hot beneath my pumps. A tree root rises below me and I fall. I scramble to the nearest tree and sit up, closing my eyes. The sound heavy breathing appears next to me. I open my eyes and scream. Nolan, a knife in his long fingers, stands there. As he's about to stab my chest, another figure appears out of the trees. Davvid. I see them stare at each other, as different as night and day; fire and ice; tame and wild. They run at each other and collide, turning into a large ball of dust. A scream, a female shriek pierces the night.