Hey guys! Happy almost Pi day! My updates will come about once a week now, so yeah. I'm considering editing a few chapters, mainly the first but I don't know...

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It's Gavril.

I stare at him for several minutes before I finally pick up my jaw. I still can't comprehend this sight. Gavril is with the rebels? It makes no sense at all. Why would he join the rebels if he has the deluxe life in the palace? Also, how could they've gotten strawberry tarts, of all things? For all I know, strawberry tarts are solely for the higher castes, and the rebels are not one of those. And how could they've obtained such a high quality bed and couch, when there was only a shabby cot in the prison?

"Hello, America," Gavril says to me like this is an everyday conversation. Because it totally is.

"Gavril," I say coldly. If he's with the rebels, he can't be trusted, right? Despite my iciness, Gavril just chuckles and it sounds almost... maniacal. I shrink away from him.

"I know you don't trust me now, my dear, but you will soon enough," he promises. I grit my teeth.

"Don't you ever call me your dear. Ever," I say. Ha, to think I used to like him. Once the Royal Family hears about this, Gavril will most likely be stripped of his caste and become an Eight. What a pleasant thought…

"And when's 'soon enough'?" I continue mockingly.

"When it's time, we'll tell you," he says, unfazed at my ferocity. Then a thought occurs to me.

Wouldn't the King or Queen notice that Gavril isn't in the palace grounds? I voice my thoughts to him. He leans in close so that his mouth is right next to my ear, as though he's going to tell me a secret.

"We're closer to the palace than you think," he whispers mysteriously.

"Let me guess: you'll tell me 'when it's time'," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Gavril shrugs. Suddenly, I freeze. "Where's Maxon?" Gavril continues like I haven't said a word.

"Anyway-"

"I said 'where's Maxon?'" I shout, cutting him off.

"He's not with us," Gavril replies after a pause. Relief floods through me

"Anyway, you're staying here with us for a while."

"What for? To read you bedtime stories?" I snort at the thought. Gavril stiffens and I can tell he's trying not lose his temper. Good.

"Have a nice day, Lady America," he says through clenched teeth. I just make a shooing motion with my hands.

Well, now that I know they're not going to kill me, I'm bored. Until I hear a tiny beep from behind me. A small television that hangs from the wall flickers to life. It's the Report and hosting it is Gavril. Impossible. He couldn't have gotten from wherever this is to the palace in mere minutes. No matter how close he says we are to the palace.

I watch the show intently. Gavril's wearing the same suit that he wore a few minutes ago and looks as relaxed and content as ever.

"The Selection has taken a devastating turn of events. During the rebel attack yesterday, Lady America Singer of Carolina was taken into the grasps of the rebels. While the King is doing everything to get her back, she may be dead already." Gavril says, sounding like he's choking back a sob. I roll my eyes. I doubt the King is scarcely trying to get me back, seeing how much he loathes me.

The cameras zoom in on the Royal Family. King Clarkson looks ahead blankly, although I bet he's cheering silently. Queen Amberly is barely holding back tears. Then I see Maxon. He looks like he hasn't slept a wink from the dark circles under his eyes, even though I've just been gone a day. His nose is red, probably from crying and his tie was messily put on. His eyes are clouded with worry and anger. A single tear slides down his face.

It breaks my heart to see him like this. I should be there with him, lightly teasing him, instead of being locked up in this room, no matter how nice it is.

Then the camera focuses on the Elite. Celeste has puffy red eyes, but I see a hint of smugness and it's obvious that it's a mask. Ugh. At least Kriss looks like she is truly worried for me. Elise, well, I don't even know what to say for Elise. She is probably scared because an Elite, currently the most protected people in the palace, has been captured. But we don't know each other very well, so…

"Also, I think our Prince would like to say something," Gavril says when the camera moves back to him. Maxon steps forward and clears his throat.

"First of all-" The earsplitting rebel alarm blares through the TV but it seems louder than usual. It's almost like I'm hearing double, with two alarms layered over each other. And my ears aren't liking it. Maybe the TV is really good quality?

The TV screen flashes once, then goes black. I sit there for a moment, confused. Two attacks in two days? They're- 'they' being the rebels- really, really motivated, aren't they? But what could they possibly want? They've already gotten an Elite, which has to mean something.

Minutes later, Gavril comes back in. Something doesn't make sense. At all. It's impossible for him to go from the palace to this prison in a few minutes! It takes about that long to get from my room the Dining Hall! And how did he get away from the rebels? I need to figure out what he's hiding from me.

"How did you do that?" I ask. Gavril looks back innocently.

"Do what?" he questions. I roll my eyes for the millionth time that day.

"You know what I mean! How did you get from the palace to here in just a few minutes in the midst of a rebel attack?" Gavril just smiles and shakes his head.

"I need to talk to you about something," he says.

"About what? How you're going to become an Eight and eat dirt for the rest of your miserable life? Don't expect help from me." I reply. Anger flares in his eyes but I can't care less. He's the one that kidnapped me, for goodness' sake!

"No," he says, fighting to keep his voice calm. "I need to talk to you about the castes." Now that, I was not expecting. "What is your honest opinion about them?"

"Why would I tell you anything?" I retort. Gavril smirks.

"Because. We're on your side."

It's those four words again. I heard it from a maid first, prior to a date with Maxon, then from Aspen, and now Gavril. But the reason is still unknown.

"What does that mean?" I demand. Finally, he spills.

"We're on your side, meaning the majority of the palace staff. The maids, guards, cooks, everyone. They all came from lower castes, besides a select few. I was born a Six, actually. We all want the change that your philanthropy project will give us."

"Why are you with the rebels?" I question.

"They want the same things: freedom, equal rights, and all that stuff. You've seen how the rebels tear apart the palace. They want Gregory Illea's diary, the one Maxon lent you, to tell Illea that he was a dictator when he set the castes in place. However, we are not 'with' the rebels. We are only allies and are not actually part of the rebel group. And hopefully, there will be no rebels after this plan."

"So what part do I have in this?" I ask curiously.

"We are going to return you to the palace soon. Then, during the next Report, you'll finish your project, exposing Gregory Illea's true intentions." I stare at him.

"You're crazy," I state. Gavril sighs and shakes his head.

"I assure you that I'm not."

"King Clarkson will kill me if I do this!"

"No, he won't because directly after the Report, the rebels will launch an attack," he replies. "He won't get the chance because we plan to, ah, eliminate him instead." Is he serious? He wants to kill the King! He's definitely not crazy; he's insane!

"No! I won't do this," I say.

Gavril nods, as if he already anticipated my answer.

"I don't know, America. Maybe, when we get rid of the King, we can add Prince Maxon to the batch… It's your choice."

"No!" I repeat. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't kill Maxon!" How could he even consider that thought?

He quickly tells me the plan, with every detail and every backup plan. He leaves and I climb into the bed, trying to get some rest.

Instead, I stay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Did I really just agree to this?

Whadaya think? There will be ACTION in the next chappie... in some form. Pi: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971058209749445923078164062862089986281348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505. That's all I know: 131 digits counting after the decimal.

Also, tell me in the comments how many digits of Pi you guys know! If ya want...

-Cindy:)