May Singer's POV

She always said to put on a brave face. But its hard for me to pretend everything's alright when my sister and Maxon have been missing for a week. It's hard for me to laugh or smile when they could be forever gone. They could be... dead.

Queen Amberly has been spending time with me. She reassures me that America is a strong young lady, and so is Maxon. I just want her to be home again. Queen Amberly acts like everything is okay. She brushes my hair and tries to excite me with colorful dresses. I try to pretend to be happy, for both of us. It's very hard. I wish America could just come back now. I miss her so much.

Maxon's POV

I ran as hard as I could, hardly stopping to breathe. I ran like my life depended on it- which, I guess, it did. I didn't glance back to see if the man had followed me. I didn't look anywhere but forward. I clutched America to my chest, but I tripped on the slippery floor, and she went sliding, her red hair surrounding her head on the ground like a halo. I tried to get her, but the man in black got there first.

"Did you want something, Prince Maxon?" he asked, sarcasm lacing every word.

He slowly reached down and gently took America's body off the floor. It was a small comfort to know she wasn't awake. She wouldn't remember whatever horrors were sure to come next.

"Let her go!" I yelled.

That was a mistake. He laughed cruelly. He seemed to have gotten an idea, but from the way his face was contorted into an evil smile, it wasn't a good one.

Why did bad stuff always happen to America and I? Usually things got pretty bad, but I suspected we might not get out of this one. At least in the rebel attacks we were all in the safe rooms. The one time that America wasn't, the Northern Rebels were attacking so they didn't hurt her for some reason. But who was this man, and why did he want America? I was about to find out.

"I'll let her go. Just follow me," he said, laughing.

My mind raced quickly, trying to find a way out of this. He hadn't covered my mouth, or put my arms in chains. Maybe I could kick him from behind while he wasn't looking, grab America, and-

Suddenly he pulled out of his ragged coat's pocket a whistle the size of my palm. He put it to his mouth, and blew. I swore that the whole castle could hear that whistle, but no one came running- at first. Then we all turned at the sound of footsteps. I hoped that they were guards, coming to shoot him down for capturing America, but that hope was terribly crushed as a group of five men came marching down the hall. They wore suits of gray. All of them were muscular, and each gripped a gun in their hand. His men. If I wanted to escape, I had to do it now before there were six muscular men with guns watching over America and I.

We were in a narrow hall, but I figured if I kicked hard enough and quick enough, the man would fall, drop America, and I could grab her and run past him. I took a deep breath, and counted to three.

He was only half-watching me, starting to give orders to his men in a language I didn't recognize. I backed up the tiniest bit, then kicked him, hard, in the stomach. He keeled over, groaning. Right on cue, he dropped America and I scooped her up and sprinted in the opposite direction, forgetting about the other men. This was a deadly mistake. A bullet went flying by America's head, embedding itself in my arm. I couldn't feel anything. I kept on running. Three more bullets went whizzing by my head before I knew I had to get out of their range. The narrow hallway wasn't good for avoiding fast-moving objects aimed so accurately it was scary. The only reason I was still alive was because I kept sliding with my shoes, doing an awkward run. It was hard to hit someone with a bullet when they kept doing the chicken dance all over the place while running as fast as they could.

But finally, a cheer went up from the other end of the hall. I felt a sharp pain in my side, and I glanced down. There was blood gushing from my side. There was also a big, gaping hole where they had got me in the arm. Suddenly I felt very lightheaded. I was about to reach a room that hopefully I could hide in, but I realized I wasn't going to make it. I couldn't hold America for much longer, my arm was burning so bad, and I couldn't run when my side had been shot with a bullet. I tried anyway. I was a few feet away. Faintly I heard the men in gray sprinting down the hall behind me, laughing like this was just some huge game. I guess it was, to them. And then I couldn't take it anymore- I collapsed.

I was unfortunate enough to have a great view of the men coming up on me. I took a little pride in that the leader of their brigade, the man in black, was still down. I guess it had been a pretty hard kick. I tried to think about this, and nothing else, as I was sure this was going to be my downfall. The men stopped about five feet away, and aimed their guns at me.

"Don't move, or we shoot," one of them said.

I couldn't see any of their faces, but if I had, I would have guessed that they was scarred and rotten from the awful things they had done these past few days. They had injured the people of Italy, and then chased after America when she had done nothing wrong. I hoped America didn't wake up anytime soon. Sadly though, as the men came to handcuff me and cover my mouth with a handkerchief, I heard a muffled voice.

"Get off of me!"

America. I smiled, knowing that in our last moments together alive, she was still fighting. She was still the America I knew and loved. I closed my eyes, seeing spots even then. They would have to do worse than kill us to destroy who we were.

Hey guys, its been a few days, but I wanted to get a chapter up to you guys today. The part in the beginning with May is showing you a little part about how people are reacting. As you can see, May is very upset. That part is a day after Maxon's POV, just so no one is confused.

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