A.N.- Thanks to my ONE reviewer. Did I ever say ONE reviewer? As in, the lonliest number, uno, un. Not two, not zero, but ONEEEEEEEEEEEE person had the awesomeness in them to review. *Head blows off*

Anyways...

Chapter Two- Transported

After my goodbyes were spoken, someone surprised me by coming in to the room where I was all but falling to pieces. It's Roan. Before I can demand what he wants, he hands me something. It's a heavy feeling hair tie. I know why as soon as I see the thing that holds the stretchy part of the tie. It's a golden ring with a jabberjay on it. Bird pins had become popular ever since my friend in District Twelve had worn her mockingjay in the arena.

Katniss was who I really needed to talk to.

Ever since she won the Seventy Fourth Games three years ago, she had become an enemy of the Capitol along with Peeta, but we in the districts saw her as a hero. I wanted to be like her, to be looked up to instead of pitied for once.

'For your hair," Roan tells me as I stared at it. I tried it out. My hair's so long anyways, so this will be useful in the arena.

'It's so pretty,' I said and squeezed his hand in a thank you gesture.

We were ushered very hurriedly on to a train that looked like a silver snake to me. It had all these compartments. There was one with dinner tables and there was a few that had beds. I found Roan and stuck close to him. The only person besides Roan I knew on the train was Effie Trinket. Her vibrant purple hair made her stand out. "Litnicki, do you have any food allergies to any Capitol foods?"

'I don't think so," I said, seeing as I never had any Capitol-made food.

"And you, Roan?"

"The same," he said. As I looked at him, he was calm. He stood straight backed, but casual. He amazed me in his ability to do that. I was freaking the hell out over here! I'm going to die. I'm going to freaking die. He looked like he was going to the Capitol to freaking socialize for the love of God. I sighed and ducked my head. I did not want to be caught staring.

I was not staring at Roan Lockley. I couldn't fall in love. Soon, I'd be in the arena where anything could happen. I'd most likely kill him myself. I shook my head and walked off.

I got to my room and lay on the bed. I could feel the train moving beneath me. I threw a pillow over my face, determined all the while not to cry. Tears can't come. I'm stronger than them.

I'm stronger, I'm stronger…..

'Come on Lynne!" This must be a dream if my mother is alive. I looked around. The room was vague and I couldn't get a good look around. It looked bright, blinding. I found myself standing by my father, nut he didn't seem to notice I was here. His eyes were instead fixated across from him. There was a bed; again the white covered it so it looked like the person who was lying in the bed was lying on the clouds. Then I saw the person.

She was my mother.

She had my hair, dark and curly, and it curled to as far as I could see down the pillow she was resting her head on. I heard a scream, and then a weak sound. A heartbeat. She was dying! I looked hurriedly back at my father, wanting to scream at him to do something to save her. I whipped my face back to my mother's.

She was crying out. I was breathing audibly fast and I cried out in tune with her. I stepped forward to see what I could do, but recoiled as I saw her face change. She looked younger, her hair was curlier, and she had my high cheeks.

That wasn't Mom anymore. It was me.

I whipped around to see my dad gone, only to be replaced by Roan with a bow and arrow aiming to shoot. I screamed louder and then woke up.

I was sweating and muttering explicative words under my breath as I rose from the bed I'd collapsed on. Just a dream, that was all. But this wasn't just a dream. This was a night terror of the worst sort, the kind where you can't wake yourself from no matter how hard you try.

I got up and went to the shower car attached to my room car. The bathroom was big and had all these things I'd never seen before. Elaborate mirrors trimmed in gold framing, sink fountains that looked like the fountains in the City Circle in the Capitol. There was a simple white robe hanging on the back of the door.

I disregarded my simple reaping clothes. I had worn a dress that my mother had worn seventeen years ago (two years prior to my birth and her death) to announce her formal engagement to my father. The dress was yellow, and slightly fading in color after all the years. It had poufy sleeves and a beaded neckline. After she'd died having me, he couldn't bear throwing out her stuff, so I grew up in my house with bits of my mom around.

I thought about my mother a lot, especially during time when I was alone. What had she been like? Was she as quiet as I was? Was she the happiest girl in the world when she married my dad? What made her heart fail as I was emerging from her, more importantly, did I indirectly kill my mother?

I was named Litnicki in honor of my mom's maiden name. She had been Lynne Karee Litnicki before she married my dad, Rig Peckerwood. Then, they'd had a blissful but soon to be cut short marriage when Mom found out she was pregnant. My mom had been twenty when she died.

I felt guilty about the fact that she died. Maybe I should have taken her place.

Well, the good thing about these Games, I guess if you could call it good, was that in the wake of my death I won't be alone. I'll finally get to meet Mom. I've been looking forward to meeting her one day that I had thought (until recently) was far off, but worth the wait. Now, I knew the wait was about to be cut short, but I dreaded the blow that would stop my heart.

Maybe I could win. Live for my mother, she'd want that right?

Aw who am I joking?

A knock jolts me from my thoughts. It's Effie, giving me a fifteen minute warning until lights out to get rest for a 'big, big' day. I groaned internally as I shut off my water as I called an okay back to her and wrapped myself in a towel that had a soft berry scent.

Well, I might as well enjoy ever little detail of my life for now, so I savored standing in the scented towel that is secured to me. I wasn't going to die just yet.

I wished that I could call my dad. These past hours without him, Cog, and my aunt have felt empty. I'm so used to people around me that I know. It feels kind of awkward that the only person I can say I know on the train I don't knew well at all.

After Effie knocked on my door to get me up, I lazily walked to my bathroom to change. From the many drawers full of clothes, I chose a simple red blouse and blue pants. I did my hair in a side ponytail and before leaving my room, I got some hot coco. After one last look around, I exited.

We're slowing down by now. I sat on one of the main couches in the social car to get a glimpse of the glistening and tall building of a place that can only be the Capitol.