Just my little drama story on how the end of The One should've gone. BTW, Celeste didn't die, and the 5 girls, except Kriss, are friendly. Please review!
Maxon POV:
"AMERICA!" Maxon desperately shouted. All he saw was a flash of her red hair as she charged into battle.
I've trained her well. Was the last thing her father had said to him. Now he knew what he meant, America's father had been a northern rebel. Of course she would be trained in martial arts. She also probably knows 101 ways to cut someone with a knife and which ones were more efficient than others. (He'd been surprised she didn't use that on him yet.)
If you had truly loved me, then you wouldn't have let me go. Was the last thing she said before the rebel's bullet pierced her in the arm and she took off into the chaos. His eyes desperately scanned the ballroom, hoping for any glances of the girl he loved, but had lost because he been stupid enough to not listen to her reasoning. "Prat," he muttered to himself. "America!" Her shouted again.
"Your Majesty!" Aspen shouted. Maxon glared at him. Aspen ignored him. "Come on, we need to get you to a safe room."
"Not until I find America and apologize." Maxon stated firmly.
Aspen snorted in disbelief. "Forgive me, I don't think you've noticed, but we're kind of in a tight situation right now Your Majesty, and you can't apologize to someone in the middle of this chaos. Plus, Mer would kill me if she knew I let you stay in here this long." Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Maxon roughly by the arm and marched him out of the ballroom.
"Maxon!" Celeste rush over to them holding the hems of her ruby red ball gown. "Thank goodness! America told me to tell you to stay safe, and she'll meet you afterward." She ran off.
"Where are you going?" Maxon asked, jerking her back roughly.
"OW! Geez, I know how to fight, you know." And with that, she rushed off into the fray.
America POV:
"There she is! Get her!" Came the shouts of the rebels circling her, pointing the guns cautiously at her.
"Careful! Her father is General Singer of the northerns."
"Drop your weapon! We don't want to hurt you." A rebel warned, glancing nervously at the gleaming dagger she held in her hand.
She held it firmly, a wicked gleam in her ice blue eyes.
They fired at her. She launched herself into the air, doing a summersault over a poor rebel's head and kicking off of it and landed nearby, crouching on one leg while the other was spread out on her right.
The rebels who had shot in the circle were all dead, their shots hitting their own people.
"Never mess with me boys." She drawled. (Yes, she had changed, all this stress with Maxon and the affairs with the state was getting to her. But hey, Celeste gets to change and be nice, why can't she?)
Celeste ran towards her. "Did you take care of them? Maxon just left with Aspen to the safe room outside. You coming?" A nod for the first question, but a shake of the head for the second.
"Celeste… You know how my maids made all of your dresses, right? Well, except for Kriss's." Celeste nodded, questions flooding her warm brown eyes.
To explain, America looked at the bow attached to the side of her waist with a gold band of her midnight blue dress and tugged. Her outfit immediately changed to a gymnastics outfit, with a thin, stretchy jacket with a high collar and a mini skirt and black leggings made of the same fabric. Her hair was straightened and up in a ponytail, streaking down her back and stopping just short of her waist. Her face had minimal makeup, just a blue eye shadow and eyeliner, with minimal amount of blush and ruby red lipstick. She had a gorgeous sapphire earrings and a matching bracelet and ring, which she explained to be communication devices.
Celeste's eyes popped open with surprise. She grinned and tugged on her own bow, which was on her shoulder. She had the same outfit but red, she called all the other selection girls over. They squealed when they saw their new outfits and grinned. Each girl had their own unique color, mostly varying shades of main colors. There was Elise's purple, Natalie's magenta, Marlee's sky blue, and many others. The best thing was, the outfits were equipped with all types of guns, from handgun, to a rifle, and they were programmed with auto fill! Best of all, there were repelling backpacks!
"Wow, America. You really thought this through!" Marlee complimented.
"Ladies! How lovely to see you!" A rebel said, appearing behind Ashley, holding his gun to her head.
"ASH!" America flung herself at her and fired her handgun at the rebel, who fired his own shot before he died. It hit Elise on the thigh. A girl quickly rushed forward and picked her up rushing her to the hospital wing.
They looked around. The battle had ceased. Everyone looked expectantly at America, awaiting her orders.
She sighed. "I guess I'd better go see Maxon now," she mumbled and walked off with Celeste.
Maxon POV:
What if America's dead? Then you won't ever be able to tell her how you feel.
That's not possible. My America's strong.
Correct. But America isn't yours, remember?
But she will be.
Yeah right, idiot. Remember her last words to you? 'If you had truly loved me you wouldn't have let me go.' Now, how would you explain that dummy?
Maybe she didn't mean it?
He scoffed. He didn't even believe himself. Though there was a 0.01% chance she didn't mean it… his hopes were crushed when Celeste and America walked into the room in their outfits, both looking solemn.
"Amer-" He started, but was cut off.
"Look, Maxon. I know what you're going to say. But if you didn't believe me when I was trying to explain, then how am I supposed to believe that you're not going to do it later on in life? I can't do this, Maxon." She said, looking wary.
She had said in life, not in marriage. Now she had just made it clear that she did not want to marry him and wants nothing to do with him.
His face crumpled. "Please, America. You want this, I want this. Why can't we all be happy?" Maxon pleaded.
"Maxon. I wanted this. But you just opened my eyes on how broken we are. Nothing can undo the gap we made. You can still marry Kriss, right? I'm sorry."
"Maybe one day you'll realize you lost a diamond while playing with worthless stones, Maxon." Celeste said. And with that, the two best friends turned on their heels and left the palace, perhaps forever, to the mansion that Maxon gave America to start a new life with the friends of the selected living together as 1 family. And hopefully, they could beat the odds set out for them.
What dya think? Do want me to continue or just leave it like that?