Oky dokey, I am a horrible person, so I am the one doing this... someone was bound to do it eventually. SO NO FLAMES! I REPEAT NO FLAMES! Tell me if you want to keep this as a one shot or want me to continue? K STORY TIME.
America's POV
"You will not cry, you will go through the night with a happy face on. You can cry when you get home." Maxon hissed at me.
I felt like crying, the smell honeysuckles danced through the air, I took a deep breath in, and exhaled through my nose. Keeping my composure I walked calmly to my seat, although my palms were sticky, my face even more ghastly pale than usual, knowing that our relationship would end on bad terms. For a while I could keep my composure... until I met the eyes of the previously eliminated girls. I couldn't bear their looks of encouragement, their bright smiles, them asking me if they could stay at the palace for a while after all of this was over; it was completely unbearable knowing that I would lose. King Clarkson had excused us from our seats to 'mingle' when Celeste walked up to me, a goofy grin plastered across her face.
"You ready to win?" She teased, poking my side through the thick layers of the dress I had on. At that moment I almost broke out in tears... I would've if it weren't for a dirty look I received from Maxon. His dark brown eyes were intensely glaring at me, looking at me in pure disgust; like I was last weeks dirty laundry. So I put on my best fake smile, and nodded like I was the happiest person in the world. Than walked away to a unoccupied corner of the room, and let quite a few tears stream down my cheeks. How would I live in Illea after the selection? Could I ever be happy with Aspen? Could I ever be happy again? Not caring about impressing anyone anymore, I let down my hair, letting it make a barrier between me and the world. For a while I stayed like that, slowly letting tears trickle down the sides of my cheeks, hiding behind my mass of red hair, and cursing myself on how I could've fought harder, how I could've somehow made it turn out right. That is when I heard a clanking of a glass.
"A toast!" King Clarkson called to the room of excitedly mumbling people, "to one of these two fine young ladies being my new daughter in law!" He let out a bright smile at Kriss, than when everyone looked away simultaneously for a second, he harshly glared at me, letting me know he would've been very disappointed if Maxon was going to choose me. I shook off his glare, going back to my previous routine of hiding behind my red locks, while the party raged on.
Again I sat there till Queen Amberly spoke, "So Maxon... are you ready to announce your choice?" She asked her son loudly, but still lady like, over the enormous buzz of the crowd. Maxon nodded his head, and the eliminated Selection girls pushed me to the front, squeezing my hand, and once again giving me encouraging looks. When I got to the front of the room Maxon stood there silent for a while, we were at least a good eight feet apart each, Kriss on his right now, myself to his left. After a good few minutes of nail biting tension, Maxon opened his mouth to speak, taking a deep breath in, and exhaling, "I choose..." He never finished, he was interrupted by the shrill sounds of gunfire, going off on the selected girls.
"No!" I screamed, and started to rush into the crowd, momentarily the gunfire had stopped, ceased, and the crowd was looking at me in complete awe and terror. At least momentarily. Than one more shrill gunshot sounded, and a sticky red liquid soaked the midsection of my dress. I fell to the hard marble floor in a heap. Looking up at the beautiful chandelier emitting a soft glow on the room. At least I would die knowing that Maxon hadn't rejected me... yet. I would die with some false hope for a future that I had wanted but would never get to have. But I did want Maxon to be happy, in a few years if someone asked him about the red headed girl from the selection it would probably take him a few moments to remember me, he would probably just make the comment 'that she was nice' than go back to lovingly looking into Kriss' eyes. Than another part of me wanted to keep fighting, but life right now seemed so pointless... so hopeless... so distant. Than I felt an all to familiar clutch at my hand. "M-m-ax-x-on?" I whispered painfully.
"Yes America... I'm right here." He replied, regret overflowing in his voice. I reached my had up and grabbed his face, longing if anything for that to be my last sight.
"S-s-a-a-y g-g-good b-b-bye t-t-o m-my f-family f-for me." I stuttered out. Maxon squeezed my hand tighter.
"Don't leave me America." He pleaded, "I'm sorry. I am so so so sorry." I looked lifelessly back up into his brown orbs, the pain that used to be in my abdomen now numb, I was nonfeeling... physically at least. "America, have my heart, break it as many times as you want, just. do. not. leave. me." He pleaded again, a few wrinkles appearing above his forehead.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the endless gunshots. The last sound I heard was a pained sob coming from the blonde grasping my hand so tight it was cutting off my circulation. Than I walked into the dark.
EXPLANATION: This is typical for me. I usually have someone die, severely injured, heartbroken, or pass out in my fanfics... sometimes all three! SO THEREFORE NO FLAMES, on how they were meant to be together forever! I just thought that Maxon should be punished for being an idiot in someone's stories!
So therefore dear readers, would you like me to continue... I might surprise you somehow! BYE Evil Author out!
