The One's Blood

by Tigress012

When America entered the selection, she was seeking revenge. She didn't expect to fall in love. Her safety is endangered by those she used to work for, her blood being sought after. Secrets are told that weren't meant to be unearthed. A beautiful girl captures Maxon's eyes with his wedding to America only weeks away. No one knows who the real enemy is. Time is running out for Illea

1. Prologue

America's POV

The cold stone pressed against my wet face. I couldn't stand the terrible smell. But I was so tired and weak, I seemed to be falling forever. The hunger that had knawed at my belly when what seemed like years before had just about drove me mad but now I was numb. I don't know the last time I had a meal. I couldn't even tell if it was night or day. The darkness choked me.

Something skittered across the stone towards me but I was too tired to move. Besides, it was just a rat. I could feel its small warm breath on my cheek. I closed my eyes and waited for it to leave. It stayed for a moment more, then scampered away once again. I couldn't stand it in here anymore, I needed to get out. I was going to go insane and was now pretty sure I would die of a broken heart.

I cracked my eyes open groggily to find the door creeping open. In the doorway stood a palace guard and a maid. The maid waited at the door as the guard meandered his way over to me. Her brown hair was up in a tight bun and she wore a crisp uniform. Her tense face was wrinkled and stern.

The tall, stocky guard kicked my side, hard. "Get up!" His gruff voice yelled, "I won't carry a rat like you!" He kicked me again when I didn't move. I grunted and painfully rolled over. The old maid looked on, unflinching.

I finally got to my knees but the guard kicked me in the stomach again, knocking the wind out of me. I layed on the ground, spasms of pain rolling throughout me. After many tries, with the guard laughing the whole time, I finally got up, my rope bindings cutting into my wrist and breaking some skin. I trudged toward the door, my legs just about giving out.

The guard shoved me and I almost fell again, barely regaining my balance, "Move faster, rebel!" He spit out the word, "I ain't got all day!"

The iron shackles cut at my wrist as I stumble down the hall, the chains jingling. I feel as if I walk forever throughout the palace, the guard constantly shoving me when I go too slow and kicking me when I stumble and fall. I swear the guard is just taking me down every hall in the palace

Finally, we come upon the throne room. I gulp and terror and sadness courses through my bones. The doors swing open and the guard shoves me through the opening. I stumble in. At the other side of the room, next to the thrones, Evia stands, a disgusting look of triumph in her eyes with a nasty smirk. Marlee sits, her eyes lowered and a crown rested on top her perfect blond hair. Next to her, Maxon sits upon his throne, hate and mercilessness cloaking his brown eyes.