I am The One - ChapteI here

Here's another chapter for you all, this one is slightly more dramatic, but there is lots more to come! Please please please I am begging you, review this chapter, tell me what you liked,what you didn't, and what you want to happen, what you think should happen. Thank you guys, you are amazing :)

The leader crept towards me, a hunter closing in on it's prey. He raised his hand and I tried to cover my face from his oncoming attack, when Aspen cleared his throat, distracting the man. "We would do well to leave her in perfect condition for now. The palace will not take this lightly."

"Take this lightly? We do not want them to take this lightly soldier Leger, we want everything from them." His voice was bitingly patronising, and Aspen flinched. Soldier Leger? What was going on here? Aspen nodded at me, and gave me a look as if to say "later".

From the corner of the group I heard a familiar cackle, "oh how the mighty fall!" Celeste hissed at me, before lunging forward at me, hair fingernails raised in attack. Aspen grabbed her round the waist before she had the chance to hurt me, which I inwardly thanked him for. Celeste snarled at me, one last time before she was silenced by one of the other men in the group. "Lady Celeste! This is an operation, not a revenge mission, whatever your personal grudge is against miss Singer, it should have been laid to rest when you agreed to this mission!" Celeste nodded once, but turned back to me, her eyes fiery with hatred. "Come soldiers! We must go back to planning the future of this operation! Soldier Leger, stay here and watch the girl." With that he turned and strode back to the table, everyone but Aspen following him. Aspen turned to me, his face urgent and troubled.

"America listen," he said, his voice hushed, "These rebels will not hurt you unless you give them a reason to, they want to use you in their plans, so as long as you play by the rules you will not be harmed." "But Aspen," I replied "what are you doing here? What is Celeste? You are not rebels, you are with the palace!" Aspen's face when I finished that sentence made it very clear that I was wrong. "Oh no," I breathed, "please tell me you're not with them." I started to shy away into the corner again, preparing for Aspen's violence. "America you've got to listen to me, I won't hurt you, you have nothing to be afraid of around me, I am here to protect you." "But you're with them!" I hissed in rely, my voice rising in hysteria. "Yes! But I'm doing it for your own good, for my family's own good, for yours! I'm helping to make this country better, their ideas are great America, you would agree, I know you don't agree with the way that the country is run at the moment, we can stop that!" I shook my head, if Aspen believed this was going to make things better than he was very, very wrong. "And Celeste?" I asked slowly, waiting for the situation to sink in.

"Celste is another story, I believe, from what I have heard as soon as she entered the selection she received a massive sum of money to join the rebels, they needed someone on the inside. You know Celeste, it was the money. Always the money." Celeste Newsome. Who would have known? I always knew her greed would destroy her one day, I was just unsure of when. But it would be soon, I was sure of it. Maxon would come for me, and when he did, the traitors would be punished.

Maxon's POV

I thought I had been to hell in my father's whipping room. I thought I had seen in in the whips that struck me, seen the devil in his face, felt the pain of hell in the scars they left on me. But I was wrong. Hell was watching America being carried away with the rebels, and knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Knowing she would think I had give up, knowing I may never see her again. It was only then that I realised the true extent of my love for her. "NO!" I cried, "TAKE ME BACK!" I pushed at the guard but his specialist training made him stronger, "YOU'VE GOT TO HELP HER! AMERICA!" I cried, even from round the corner I could hear her screams, they were like icy knives to my skin, worse that any pain I had ever felt. I was barrelled into the safety room with my family and the remaining elite, but even then I hammered my fists against the door, wanting to go after her. Only my parents noticed, the others in the room panicking over Americas disappearance, and the fact that Celeste hadn't showed up. I began ordering guards around, making America their priority, but most of them were shot down by the rebels trying to leave the palace.

The raid lasted another hour, before the rebels all turned and ran back out of the palace, clearly their distraction had worked, America was gone, their mission was successful. I walked to my room, ignoring the calls of my parents and the elite, they were trying to plan the rescue of the two girls, trying to plan better defences before it happened again, but I could not be there, I needed to be alone. Walking back to my room I noticed the bodies lining all the corridors, and I flinched, there was no doubt that the rebels were getting more and more ferocious. I started to run, not wanting to notice how weak we were getting, and when I reached my room I began to cry. I can't remember the last time I cried, it must have been over ten years now, but the loss of America, the thought that it could be permanent, it broke me.

I sat on my bed, before I heard a flickering on the tv, which had not been used for hundreds of years, but left there as a nod to the past of my country. I looked at it in curiosity, trying to fathom it out, until I saw a streak of red on the screen. The kind of red that spoke of a million sunsets, that was usually burning bright with hope and love, the kind of red that was America's hair. My bones chilled, and I watched on the screen as a heavy boot connected with the small body on the screen, America's body. Her yelp of pain destroyed me, pure hatred in my bones for her attacker. I was already imagining killing that man. I didn't have to imagine the attacker for much longer, as he stepped onto the screen, standing slightly to the left of America's cowering body. "Miss America Singer. The beloved member of the selection. She is ours until you give us what we want, and exactly what we want. Bring us the journals, and soon. Or America Singer will feel your pain." With that, his boot hit America's head, and she screamed in pain, wrenching my body, blood began to trickle down her face, her eyes flooding with tears, begging me across the camera. The screen went black.

Eek, it's getting dramatic! If you keep reading, America and Maxon will be reunited soon, yayy, I ship Maxerica soo much :) review, follow, favourite, do your think you lovely people! More soon! :D