Okay so I am supposed to be writing a paper now but my teacher is so old she wouldn't know the difference. I'm so appreciative of livingtodance because you actually gave me the idea to shoot this story longer! Hahaha Enjoy and don't forget to review I tend to slow in updates with no motivation!
The dawn light led my feet along the forest ground, my mind barely leading me in the same direction. My eyes were forced to stay open by sheer willpower, I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't I'd heard a helicopter circling above the forest. My window to escape was slowly decreasing and I wouldn't be able to run again if I was caught. My feet dragged further and my body swayed more. MY mouth was dry and my stomach growled, I knew I would die soon if not found so I stepped quicker, the ground gave way beneath my foot, I fell to the ground trying to twist away from my bad arm but it hit the ground with my full weight, I couldn't help the scream that came out of my mouth, or the stillness I assumed for way longer ten I should have. I felt the ground quake under me and thought that the afterlife was opening to take me in finally. I closed my eyes and let myself be taken away from the pain that coursed my arm and the debilitating exhaustion that kept my eyes closed, a black haze filled my mind until a hand grabbed my shoulder and shook, the pain meant I was I hell. I whimpered and tried to push away from the hand of Lucifer.
"America?! Can you hear me? Are you alright? America?" That definitely wasn't a voice I thought I'd hear, especially laced with so much sadness.
I peeked open my eyes open, all harsh light blocked by the blond head inches from mine. A sob escaped my throat and I choked it down. The hand on my shoulder lifted me from the ground, I wasn't dead. I wasn't dead, and I was in the arms of Maxon. My bad arm was pushed onto his chest and I felt bad about ruining the white shirt. I knew I was close to death, the black haze in my mind still trying to tug me away but I had a reason for fighting this long, "Max..xon" My throat hurt but it felt good to say his name. He faltered in his step.
"America, thank god. What did they do to you?" his grip tightened and he brought me closer to him walking a little quicker.
"I got away, had to tell you that I love you." He stopped moving something I was grateful for. His heart beat faster under my ear and I waited for him to move, to do something.
"You fought against the rebels? To tell me that you loved me?" his voice shook and cracked
"Couldn't die unless you knew." His feet began to hit the ground again, this time much faster than before. My eye's closed as I felt relieved I had told him.
"You aren't allowed to die now. We just have to get to the bunker then I'll radio the guard. America, you'll be fine. I promise you'll be fine." He kept mumbling and running. I don't know how he found me but I just let myself be saved. My eyes watered and I turned my head into his chest. My tears soaked into his shirt and my good hand wrapped itself in the posh fabric. Maxon fingers stroked my arm as he moved and I concentrated on that feeling as every step hit my arm and more tears spilt down my face. Maxon came for me; I'm not just some girl in the selection. I smiled through my tears and I was shifted in his arms and heard a dead bolt lock click.
I was put in a dark space and my minds went back to the rebel kidnapping, could it all have been a dream? I pushed away the arms frantically trying to get out of their hold, "America, dear, it's just me calm down. Shhh it's okay." He cooed to me like I was a baby but at least it convinced me he wasn't a rebel. His arms slid me further into the bunker and he climbed in after me leaving the door cracked for light. "This is Langer I need immediate assistance." Maxon held a strange black device in his hand and spoke into it with assurance.
"Langer?" I smiled and rolled my head over to him.
He smiled, "I wasn't sure I'd see you smile again. He sat on the floor by the cot I lay sprawled on. He laid his head on my mine, his eyes were closed and I could tell he was very close too crying. I tilted my head up so that my lips pressed against his.
The security I felt with him so close was reassuring. We broke apart as the radio staticed and a voice rose from the speaker, "Langer, we're caught up, stay where you are, we're on our way should be there before nightfall." I was nervous about being stuck here but Maxon could run if the rebels attacked.
His hands started pushing and poking my body, I knew he was checking for broken bones and injuries but I couldn't help the electricity his touch created. His fingers ran over my mutilated wrists, his jaw tightened. He looked at my bad arm and winced, "Will I be able to use that arm later?" He understood the worry now that he had a good look at it. My arm throbbed but the arm was numb so I didn't give it hope. I knew the damage wasn't reparable. Tears leaked down my eyes, Maxon couldn't have a disfigured queen.
"I don't know but America, I love you. I can't imagine how hard you fought. Thank you, thank you for loving me. I'll protect you, I promise." He retied the fabric on my arm, bandaging it this time and sat by my head, leaning his head to rest right by mine he reached for my good hand and laced his fingers through mine. "We'll be out of here soon enough. Then I will never leave your side. I'll even force you to go to budget meetings." He got me to smile a little remembering when he had run from a budget meeting and it created the meal plan. His smile then was a little less forced and it made my heart leap in my chest. He ran his hand over my forehead then down my cheek. He sat next to me asking all the questions he could think of and I eventually told the whole story to Maxon, by the end I saw a glimpse of horror and awe in his eyes, we eventually sat in silence waiting for someone to signal us on the radio.
Okay so please Review most of this chapter is thanks to reviewers who gave ideas of what they wanted to read. So give me some ideas and you may see it in the later chapters! Oh and we are most definitely not finished!