I put into a room, and told to take off all of my clothes. This is the part I hate the most. Being touched by people I don't know against my will, but told it's for my own good. The prep team does my hair, make-up, and my nails. They don't talk, but I don't blame them either. What's there to talk about, my imminent death? Once they leave, I take in my appearance. Smokey make-up, and red and black nails. My hair pulled back into a high ponytail with a leather clip around it. The curtain is pulled back, and my stylist walks in.
"I'm Aria, I'll be your stylist," She says.
"Amythest," I say introducing yourself.
"Well Amythest, I'm going to make you disappear," Aria says.
I look at her, and she laughs.
"Well there are trapped doors on the runway of the parade. I'm going to give you a smoke bomb, and you're going to go through the trapped door. Once your underneath, your going to sit where the President is," Aria says.
I think it over, and I agree.
"What about the boy?" I ask.
"What about him?" Aria asks.
"Does he disappear?" I question.
"He will...eventually," Aria says.
I realize she's not talking about the Parade. Before I can ask anymore questions, she helps me into my dress. For shoes a pair of biker boot heels. I look in the full length mirror, and try to figure out what I'm supposed to be. Then it dawns on me. Rebellious.
"I know what you're thinking, but they didn't give us enough time to do anything big," Aria says.
"Well it looks like we'll be the ones stealing the show then," I say.
"Looks like the odds are in our favour," Aria says.
Pandora's P.O.V
I sit in my room, and look out of my window. Next to me, I can here my mother's cries. I hear the front door ope, and it only has to be my dad. I head downstairs, and see that it's Effie.
"Hi Auntie Effie," I say.
"Hello Pandora, how are you and your mother holding up?" She asks.
"I'm okayish, but my mom is in her room crying," I reply.
"Effie, what are you doing here?" Effie asks.
"Well I'm coming to see how my god-daughter is doing," Effie replies.
"How are the others?" Mom asks.
"I'm mostly worried about Amythest. Her mouth can get her into a lot of trouble," Effie says.
"She wouldn't saying anything that could get all of us killed right?" My mom asks.
"Come on, Amy is smarter than that," I chime in.
"True, but she has a way of twisting words," Mom adds.
Amythest P.O.V
I walk out, and I walk over to the horses.
"What's up?" A voice says from behind.
I turn around, and see it's my teammate, Zeyon.
"Trying not die," I reply.
"Well you'll probably get sponsors to help with that," Zeyon says.
"What about you?" I ask.
"I'll manage with or without sponsors," Zeyon replies.
I don't say anything, but I would like to. Only in these situations, a cat has my tongue.
"Nice dress by the way," Zeyon says.
"Thank you," I say.
I take in his appearance, and it's somewhat like mine. Leather pants, a red shirt with a rose, and a pair of sunglasses.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I add.
"Thank you my lady," Zeyon says.
He helps me onto the chariot, and Aria hands me the smoke bomb.
"The door is marked with an 'X' you can't miss it. Throw it down, and I'll be there when the door collapses," Aria whispers.
I nod.
"The horses won't freak out will they?" I ask.
"Nope, we've trained them," Aria replies.
The doors open, and the chariots pull forward.