The Elite One-Shot

Chapter 1

*I don't own any of these characters. ALL CREDIT GOES TO KIERA CASS.
enjoy. (please no mean remarks about my writing.)

America POV
I would not say that my ideas were stupid. I've seen what the castes have done to others. Poverty has affected our society because of the castes. I see pregnant wives struggling to keep their cravings down so that they can give their children a full hearty meal for one night. Nobody quite understands me in the Selection. Why? Because they are ones, twos, threes, fours, etc. But me, I'm a pathetic five. I knew my decision would make Maxon disappointed. That I could not fix. Sometimes I felt that I couldn't do specific things with him because of my shallow caste. And I believe nobody feel this way. Just like my fiery hair, I have an arrogant spirit. I continued to think of what this country would look like till I heard a pounding knock on the door.
"America, it's me Maxon. Please open the door."
I did as he said. His face was more rigid than usual. I saw hints of worry in his warm brown eyes. Something was wrong.
"Maxon, what's wrong?"
"America, my father wants to speak to you." Quickly he grabs my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. It surprises me that he doesn't say anything about the recent Report.
I am scared. I see the horrendous smile the King has shown me. There is a camera on the other side. I wonder why.
"My son, please leave this room. There are things Miss. Singer and I have to discuss."
"THAT IS AN ORDER AS YOUR KING. AND IF YOU WISH TO STAY, TONIGHT THERE WILL BE EIGHT MORE MARKS ON YOUR BLOODY BACK!" This man was not a person. How could he do such horrible things to his son? Maxon was always so kind and genuine.
The king sent two of his guards to stay with Maxon. I was terrified. But then I remembered; I am America Singer. The girl that survived without eating for days, the one that the rebels couldn't catch, the girl that won Prince Maxon's heart.
"So, America. Tonight on the report you did quite a show. How did you think about your project?"
"Your majesty, tons of eights, sevens, and sixes have to live in the worst conditions you couldn't possibly understand. The castes are killing people, not benefiting them!" This man was a murder.
"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO RULE MY OWN COUNTRY!" He took out his cane. I could see dried blood all over it, Maxon's blood.
"THIS IS FOR DEFYING ME!" One scar.
"THIS IS FOR EMBARRASSING ME!" Another scar.
"THIS IS FOR TREASON!" Third scar. It hurt so bad. I could hear Maxon screaming at the guars to let him go.
"THIS IS FOR BEING WITH THE CROWN PRINCE!" I'm crying now. I have to do this for Maxon.
"THIS IS FOR LETTING OUT THE ROYAL FAMILY'S SECRET!" The pain is so immense.
"Don't patronize me." I whispered. Unfortunately the King heard it. After that he didn't state his reasons, he just kept on hitting me. I keep on calling for Maxon, but I know he can't save me now.
"SEVEN!"
"EIGHT!"
"NINE!"
"MAXON, MAXON HELP!" I'm screaming on the top of my lungs. I can't imagine how much pain Maxon had to deal with. It's over for me, I know that. Even if I die, the press can just cover up my story. Time passes, but I forget that I'm still living. I want to die now, I'm sick of my strong will.
"TWENTY!" Suddenly, I hear the door open. Maxon is crying out my name, but I can't hear him any longer. Everything blacks out.