The One (A selection aftermath)

Chapter 14

If Grant thinks I'm dead then maybe my parents are still...

"Harris!" I yell but regret it, remembering we are in the southern rebel compound.

He comes running in anyway.

"What?Wha-?" he stops mid-sentence seeing Grant covered in blood.
"Those son of a-" he seethes but I cut him off.
"Apparently I'm dead."
"Do you see her too?" Grant whispers.
Harris give me a questioning look.
"Grant do you remember me?" Harris askes.
Grant nods his head.
"Can you explain to me what happen?"
Grant sucks in a breath then starts blabbing.
"Ok so first off Jacon or Southern-what ever his name is- Knocked the royal family and you, out and bagged them. Some of the other boys tried to fight back-like, Lance, Trey and some other kid named Jack- but got knocked out too. The rest of us were cowards and just let them bag us too.
"The next thing I know, I am in this room. Some rebel had been coming in for the past couple of days asking questions. Radom stuff I can't remember because every time i didn't give him a good enough answer I got hit. Then yesterday I asked about Maple" He glances up at me, "but the guard said you an your parents are dead. I heard rumors that a wars going on and the palace destroyed."
I feel as if a vacuum has sucked all the air out of my lungs.
My whole life gone, in 2 days.
"Grant listen to me," I grip the back of his chair to keep me from falling.
"We are going to get you out of her along with the other boys. Then we will find my parents and my home."
Tears sting my eyes but I ignore them.
"So your not dead."
In response I tell Harris to get a rebel suit for him an the other boys.
Once Harris leaves silence takes over the room.
"Do you think Canie is dead."
I have heard that name in so long, it seems like, that at first I forget who it is.
"My maid?"
Canie is my only maid that is closes to me in age, by being 18. She has blond hair that almost gets mistaken for white. Her icy blue eyes always has black eyeliner around them( I secretly gave her some of my makeup).

"Ya." Grant says distancly.

"I think she alive." I say looking down at my hands. I dont ask why he is wondering, thinking he will tell me at his own time. A few seconds later Harris comes charging into the room, struggling to hold all the suits.
He tosses one to Grant, who slips it over his bloody clothes.
Now I see why I picked him for the Selection but my expectations have changed.
"I assume the other boys would be in the rooms in this hallway." I say.
"Assume?" Grant asks stretching.
"Yes..what?"
"Assume sounds really formal."
"And that bothers you because?.."
"Well I am just saying-"
"Guys." Harris interrupts, pointing to the door.
I follow him out passing Grant.
"I am starting to wonder why I choose you." I whisper under my breath.
"What?" Grant says.
"Nothing." I immediately say.
Harris back shakes from a silent laugh.
I pull my ski mask back over my face and step in to the hall way.
"We should split up. Maple you get the last 4 rooms, Grant, the next 5 and I will get the rest." Harris says handing us rebel suits for the boys.
I race down the hallway and open the last door.
I enter the same room as the one Grant was in but instead there was 2 chairs with 2 more boys.
Not as bloody but still had cuts.
I approach the boys.
I recognize them as Joey and Devin, one of the first boys that caught my eyes.
Both of them were ether sleeping or......
"Hey. Hey Devin." I lightly shake his shoulder.
He groans then snaps up in his chair shaking his black hair, with his wide blue eyes.
"Huh?"
He pauses, staring at me.
"A girl rebel?"
Ugh, the mask. I rip the mask off.
"Princess Maple, actually."
"Please say you are here to help."
"Don't worry I am."
Quickly I untie his ropes and toss him a suit.
When he is changing I wake up Joey, repeating the same thing.
By the time I went to all of the rooms I had-joey, devin, lance, trey, jack, peter, kyle, and john.
I met up with Grant and Harris who had the rest.
We all compared stories about what happen, then made an escape plan.
"We can't all leave together or that will look fishy." Grant states.
Fishy? Assume, isn't looking bad now is it.
"We should have 3 groups and have a meeting place."
After 10 minutes of discussing we planned out- Grant will lead a group with 10 boys. Harris and I will lead a group of 10 more and Trey will lead 12.
Then we will all met in the woods somewhere. Harris claims the southern compound is in the wood located past the place gardens.
Grants group goes first then Treys.
"We are going home." I whisper to myself.