A/N: This is my first fanfic and I really hope you guys like it! I swear this will be the shortest chapter in this thing.

SUMMARY: America Singer is your average Rebel captain, being the sister of Kota, the prestigious Rebel leader. The two, along with the other Rebels, will do whatever it takes to kill King Clarkson and Queen Amberly for complicated reasons. But when Kota decides the next to best thing to do to get rid of the royals is to enter America into The Elimination, a sort of 3-round competition held to find Prince Maxon a wife, nothing goes as planned, especially when Aspen disagrees to her entering and she falls for the charming prince herself. Will she ever make it through to round three or will she be the first to go, aka. get killed?

"You want me to do what?!" I screamed.

Kota grinned. My older brother can be such a pain in the butt when he's acting like the Rebel leader instead of like a real older brother. "I want you to fake being one of the Elimination contestants and do what you have to to get rid of Maxon when he becomes attached to you. I mean, come on! We all know that you're pretty and amazing and he's bound to fall for you."

I fumed and balled my fists. I turned to my boyfriend. "Aspen! Do something!"

He was staring at Kota with his mouth wide open. "Kota do you think that's necessary? Can't we just attack them by surprise?"

Kota laughed. "A surprise attack? We did that last time and only killed 200 men! I was going for 600. I think this plan is by far the most creative one I've come up with! Plus, you're just saying that cuz you don't want anyone else falling for America, Aspen. Admit it!"

I blushed and refused to look at Aspen although I felt his green eyes boring holes through my head.

This was by far the craziest Rebel meeting yet.

I took a deep breath. "Are you sure this is the best way to get the job done? I really don't like girls who care of nothing but their hair and swords..."

Hair and swords. Nothing in common.

The Elimination is this competition thing that King Clarkson of Illea made up to find his son, Maxon, a wife. The competition consists of three levels. First, the beauty portion of the contest. Second, a mock war between the remaining 20 out of 35 girls. And last, the surviving 5 girls will move on to the mystery round.

Aspen was still listing things that could go wrong and additional ideas that could replace my brother's.

I took another deep breath. "Kota?"

He turned to me, wearing a big, bright smile. It kind of scared me. "Yeeessss...?"

"Are you sure this is the only way to end Clarkson and Amberly's reign?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Positive."

Aspen groaned. "Oh brother. She's gonna say yes."

"Alright." I nodded to emphasize my agreement.

Kota wrapped me in a hug, acting like a brother now. Aspen punched the wall, hard.

"I'll have Gaia get the sign up sheet from you later," I said as I tried to pry his arms off of me. Kota really is a loving brother, he's just a little wack in the head sometimes.

I waved at Aspen and made my way to Aliker Central. Aliker Central is where Kota, May, Kenna, Gerad, and I live. They're my brothers and sisters. Aspen and his family live there too. It's basically reserved for Rebel captains or generals and their families. That would be me, Kenna, Aspen, and of course Kota.

When I finally arrived at my suite, I called for Gaia Wood, some important royal from the royal palace of Illea. I captured her a couple weeks ago. She used to hate me, but now, I guess you could call us friends. Gaia's my servant although she does go to help in the kitchens with Aspen's servants once in awhile.

Gaia came running in. "Yes, Miss America? You called me?"

I nodded. "Yes. Go fetch the Elimination sign up sheet from Kota, will you?"

Her eyes grew to be the size of UFOs. "If I might ask, what for?"

"I am entering the competition, Gaia," I said smugly, enjoying her shocked expression. "Now leave me."

She looked like she'd like to say more, but she wisely turned around and left instead.

I sat down at my ivory colored desk, rapping my fingernails on the clean surface.

A few moments later, I heard shouting in the hallway. "I can take it to her, Gaia! I'm perfectly capable of taking a damn piece of paper to my girlfriend's room." Aspen.

Inaudible chatter.

"Yes, Gaia."

More chatter.

"No, Gaia."

Then Aspen was opening my bedroom door. "Hey, Beautiful."

I scoffed. "First, don't call me that. I have a name. Second, what was all that yelling about?"

"Alright, alright." Aspen grinned, flipping his dark hair out of his green eyes with a quick toss of his head. "I was just telling Gaia that I could take the stupid paper to you and apparently, she doubts my ability."

I laughed. "I'm sure she does," I said with a smile.

"Well, aren't you nice?" He shot back.

"Yes. Yes I am." I snatched the sign up sheet out of his hands and dropped it on my desk and my eyes scanned the paper up and down.

THE ELIMINATION

If you are between the ages 15 and 19, you are eligible to enter The Elimination, where you have the opportunity to compete for Prince Maxon's hand or suffer certain death! Simply fill out the form below and send it and a picture of yourself in before May 13th. One Daughter of Illea from each province will be announced as a contestant on Channel 4's Royals and Gossips.

Name:

Age:

Caste:

Province:

Height:

Weight:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Skin Tone:

Hobbies:

Parents:

Siblings:

I stared down at the word 'Parents', scowling.

"Mer? You OK?" Aspen was at my shoulder, looking at me with a worried look on his face.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said unconvincingly.

"OK..." Aspen backed away hesitantly.

I read through the paper again before reaching out my hand to Aspen. "Pen."

He dropped a black, gel pen in the palm of my hand and I began filling in the blanks.

America Singer. 17. Five. Carolina. 5' 10". 123 pounds. Reddish brown. Green. Slightly tanned. Singing, violin, piano, and reading. (I was going to put in archery but that would have been an odd thing for a previous 5 to be interested in.) For "Parents", I put in "deceased." Kota, Kenna, May, Gerad.

All done. Kota would take care of my picture. I hope so anyway.

"Aspen!" I shouted.

He groaned. "I'm right here," he said from behind me.

I shoves the paper in his face. "Here ya go. Take it to Kota for me?"

"No!" he said stubbornly.

I stuck my bottom lip out. "Pwease?"

Aspen grinned mischievously. "I'll make you a deal."

"Oh no. This cant be good. He's gonna make me a deal..." I muttered.

"One kiss." He crossed his arms.

I blinked. "That's all?" I really expected him to make me run around Relity, the Rebel city where all us Rebels live, waving a flag that said "I LOVE ASPEN LEGER!" or something like that.

"Or we can do 5? I'm OK wi-"

I kissed him once, firmly on his lips. When I pulled back, Aspen was grinning. I pushed him out the door, and slapped his arm playfully before slamming the door shut.

It would probably take a while to get the form out of Relity but that's where I depended on the TV.

Royals and Gossips would announce the winners on May 15th. Exactly a week from today.

I guess I'll just have to wait 'til then to see if Kota's plan will work out. If everything goes the way he wants it to, pretty Prince Maxon will be my ticket to that murderous King Clarkson and his little wife and they'll all disappear for good.

A/N: So... Whaddaya think? Worth continuing? Read and Review please! I appreciate the constructive criticism!