CHAPTER 2

By Klainer0801

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Blaine's breath got caught in his throat as he and his sister were lifted off their feet and carried towards the doors at the back of the platform. Blaine writhed but couldn't get free, no matter how hard he tried. He could do nothing but shout, so he was damn well going to use it to the best of his ability.

"Mum, Dad, District 9?! Never give up and never forget! I love you all so much and I promise you… The Capitol will not get away with this! I say fuck the Capitol! Even if it's the last thing I do, I will make sure Delilah wins this!"

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

This was never meant to happen.

They were supposed to be at home now, celebrating in relief that they had lasted another year.

Blaine span around, halfway through his pacing and faced the door on the other side of the room. He could still hear the riots outside and knew full well that there were two peacekeepers guarding his door.

Without thinking, Blaine ran full speed at the door, throwing his fist into the cold hard metal. Pain shot up through his fingers and into his arm like electric sparks. He cursed loudly and shook his arm out in rage, at the same time admiring the dent he had made in the grey metal.

"I know you're out there and I know you can hear me! I don't care how big the rebellion is out there; let me see my sister!" Blaine screamed, cradling his fist, sure some of the bones were broken severely.

The boy stumbled back in surprise as the door started to open, allowing some light and warmth into the otherwise cold and damp cell-like room. Not for one moment had Blaine expected anyone to actually listen to him.

"Blaine Anderson, everything is under control. I'm afraid you can't say goodbye to your family or friends but… at least this will show them how silly it is of them to think they can rebel against the capitol. Follow me."

Grinding his teeth, Blaine kept back the anger he was about the lash out on the peacekeeper, knowing it would only make things worse, and instead tried a different approach, "I'm sorry but why can't I see my mother and father?"

The peacekeeper merely smiled and gestured for Blaine to follow him. Once they were out into the open, the tribute saw exactly why he wasn't allowed: the whole of his village was surrounded by an electric field, glowing blue and sparking at random intervals. There wasn't any destruction; in fact, if you were not there to witness the day's events, you wouldn't have known there had been a riot at all.

The peacekeeper didn't even have to look at Blaine to know what he wanted to ask. He turned his back and continued to walk away from the village, expecting the boy to follow, "Don't worry, all problems have been solved and order is restored. Your parents were not hurt, just put back in their place. If they continue to do their job and be good citizens for the capitol then they should be fine. If not… well their fate could be similar to yours."

Before Blaine could come back with a reply, he felt his jacket being hoisted up from the back as he was pushed into a hover craft that was waiting with his sister in the back seat. Blaine couldn't care less for anything else right now, he span around as quickly as he could and took Delilah into his arms. He felt the floor vibrate before flying away from beneath them and clung even tighter to the girl.

Feeling warm tears sliding down his neck, Blaine sighed heavily and kissed his sisters head, "You'll be ok. I promise. We're gonna make sure you win this ok?"

Delilah lifted her head and quickly pushed her hair away from her face, "But Blaine what about you? We stand no chance anyway! We're District 9 for heaven's sake! Everybody knows were the most unsuccessful, I say we won't even get past the bloodbath."

Silence stalked the air for a few moments, drowning the siblings in their own fears, before Blaine picked up the courage to speak once more. He took a deep breath, looking his sister in the eyes, "Delilah, you need to promise me something. From now on, you will think positively and you will win this. Forget about everyone else, forget about past games ok? We have plenty of time to plan; we'll figure this out ok. Promise me you will try to win?"

Delilah mouthed at the air, trying to find the right words. However, there was nothing else for it; she knew it was no good trying to go against Blaine now. Letting out a shaky breath, she whispered, "I'll try… I promise."

Wrinkling his nose at the clothes lying neatly across his bed, Blaine shook his head, sending water flying from his curls. It was a strange feeling being so clean, even everything around him seemed far too pristine and perfect to be real. He glanced up to the scenery moving past his train window at over 200mph, taking in the blurring colours. Smiling broadly, he noticed how much the view related to his thoughts right now. Everything was one great blur.

Blaine bent down to pick up the tailored blue shirt and black trousers, replacing them with his bathrobe. After he was changed, he walked over to the mirror in his new room, staring at his reflection. The man looking back was not himself, not the Blaine he knew. This Blaine had an expression of pure determination and frustration, clean and fitting clothes and no shining light in his eyes.

Blaine tore himself away, popping open a few top buttons and rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. He tugged at the bandage covering his right hand. It was applied as soon as he stepped foot on the train, but he hated it: it made him seem even less like himself.

Pushing his door open slowly, he scanned the long carpeted corridor with his eyes. The light streaming in from outside, reflected off the shiny silver walls, blinding Blaine as he stepped towards Delilah's room.

As he reached the room however, the door opened quickly and there stood Blaine's sister, dressed in a pretty pastel green dress with a shawl and flat pumps. She jumped in fright as she saw her brother but burst into giggles as she recognised who it was.

Blaine smiled wide and said through his own laughter, "Sorry – I didn't mean to scare you." He placed his arm around her shoulders and lead her towards the trains main compartment, "You look beautiful by the way."

"I look ridiculous. I feel like a fairy or something." Delilah replied, turning her head slowly towards her brother before smirking and tickling his ribs, "I'm just using my fairy magic Blaine! If you don't hold still, it won't work!"

Blaine shoved Delilah away playfully, massaging his sides as he joined in with her laughter. Before they entered the main room however, Blaine reminded Delilah that they want to appeal to their mentor's good side so they can get plenty of sponsors. That meant no being moody, no answering back or arguing even if you know they are wrong and defiantly no bad words against the Capitol.

Candice squealed in delight as an array of different breakfast foods were beginning to fill up the table in front of them. He looked across at the Tributes mentor with a look of excitement as a whole tray of bacon and eggs was placed in front of him by the young waitress.

"Avox girl, go wake Blaine and Delilah. Tell them breakfast is ready." Candice orders the waitress without glancing up or making eye contact. He picked up his plate and reached over the table for a pancake.

"Candice, I believe she has a name." the mentor says calmly.

The escort slowly replaces his plate, glaring across the table. He smiles before swiftly turning to face the ginger Avox, "Emma. Go get the tributes. Then clean their rooms until we need you again."

"Why do you feel that – Oh! Emma, there is no need for you to carry out that order; the tributes are here! Go take a break, dear." The mentor started, limping over slowly to greet Blaine and his sister, "I'm Burt Hummel. It's great to meet you. I'll have to apologise for the limp, my leg just hasn't been right lately!"

"Oh it's a pleasure!" Blaine replied before nudging his sister forward discreetly.

"Hello ." Delilah rushed through a shaky breath.

Burt chuckled and beckoned them over to sit at the table, "Calm down my dears, call me Burt."

Candice leant forward, assuming control of the conversation, "Eat up guys and girls, you're gonna need it! It's much better food than you'll ever have had at home too."

Ignoring the statement, Blaine turned to the grey haired man next to him, "Not to be rude Burt, but when do we start discussing tactics and advice… We just want as much time to prepare as possible?"

"Well, now, if you'd like?"