Selection Fanfiction

Chapter 7

America's POV

I woke up in a cold cell. I groaned remembering what had happened. And there was no chance of me being rescued since Maxon hated me right now. No one really seems to care about me all that much anyway.

Suddenly someone walked into my cell.
"Well Hello." Said a voice. I knew that voice.

Aspen.

"Aspen?! I'm so glad your here please get me out!" I yelled.
He laughed at me. What was so funny? "Honey, I have hated you ever since you chose Maxon over me. I'm not here to rescue you."

What the heck? Aspen?! He couldn't possibly be thinking that. This must be some kind of sick joke.

He smiled smugly at me. You're gonna just have to stay here till I decide what to do with you. Then he left. Just left! Ugh I can't believe it. My life seems to just keep getting worse and worse.

I sat in the cell alone for a week...I think. They bring me a tray of food every day. I don't know how I'm ever gonna get out of this.

Suddenly a rebel walks in.
"Get up. You're coming with me." He said blankly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down towards a room.
"Where are we going? What's going on? Am I being freed? What has happened while I've been in the cell? How is Maxon? How many days have I been in there for?" Questions flowed out of me but he answered none. Eventually I just gave up.

He took me in to this new room with a camera. I was confused.

They started tying me to a wall. What?! I was moved from my cell to be moved to a different wall? I was so confused. I sighed. Then Aspen walked in.

"Alright!" He said, "Let's begin."

He smiled evilly. What I going on!?

Maxon's POV

I can't take this anymore. I need her back. I need her now.

Kriss seems to be getting more annoying by the second. It's like she thinks she is my favorite. The truth is I miss America. I wish so much I could apologize for our fight.

As I'm sitting at my desk thinking about what to do the TV flickers on. What?

"Hello Prince Maxon and castle. My name is Aspen. I am the leader of the Southern Rebel Group." Said a man, that looked somewhat familiar, on the screen. Have I seen him before? That doesn't matter as much.....

He must have America! Oh I hope she's safe and ok.

"Now. Let's talk business. I have Anerica here." The camera turned and it showed America. She was tied up and she looked so tired. Oh my poor America. If only I could get you back.

"You can have her back." YES!! I can get her home! 

"But," oh no.
"Only for a price." I would pay anything to get her back.  Just tell me what!! I'll do it!
"We need Gregory Illea's diaries and a supply of 200 weapons with ammunition. We will give you a few days to think about this offer."

I had to find my parents and convince them to give  the rebels that stuff although I know we shouldn't. I turned back to the video and America looked up.

"Don't do it. Don't give it up Maxon. Keep our county safe don't let them have it I'm not worth it. I love y-" she was cut off by some rebels kicking her. No no no they can't start hurting her too!

The video stopped.

She said she loved me. She said it. And I love her.
I need her back. Once I get her back I am ending this. I'm ending the Selection.

And nothing can change that.

I need to get her.

The only problem is....now I need to talk to my  dad......

Heyyyyyy.....so again that chapter wasn't very long but they should start getting longer I think, if I keep going. We'll see.
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~Indy

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