Hello my wonderful readers! I have the house to myself so I thought I would give you another chapter. I kno wI left you at another cliffhanger, I'm just evil like that! :) Remember that challenge I gave you guys for a thousand views, well, I had one thousand views around 2 hours after I published that chapter! Your reward is me posting this chapter early! I had an idea today, do you guys think I should start writing another fanfiction? I was thinking maybe a collection of one shots about America and Maxon's life after the Selection, tell me what you think in the reviews! Also, I'm working on my own full length novel, I'll keep you guys posted on that too! I start the chapter now! :)

AMERICA'S POV

At my next check-up, the doctor finally broke the news. "Queen America, I have two things to tell you."

"Yes?" I felt a little panicked.

"First, after your horrifying experience with the rebels, you have contracted post traumatic stress disorder, meaning that if something reminds you of your... time with the rebels, you can go into a mental breakdown, these can be minor, or severe, depending on the reminder." I could see shock set in to Maxon's face and he put his arm around me protectively. "Second, you have also contracted a rare form of elipsys, known as stress elipsys, which means if under much stress, you can have seizures. These two diseases often work together and you may experience both at once. Your check up is now completed." Maxon brought me back up to his room.

"It's okay America, we'll get through this." This felt like a nightmare.

"I'll be fine Maxon, go do some work, I'm going to get some rest." Reluctantly, Maxon got up and left. I laid down and almost immediately fell asleep. That is, I slept until the rebel alarms went off.

MAXON'S POV

I always thought Amercia was the strongest person I had ever met. She still is, though now it has changed a little. Now she needs someone, she needs me, to protect her. I started mindlessly filling out paperwork until I heard the alarms.

Since the rebels were no more, the alarms were now for the Mafia. I ran to America and could see her slowly comprehending all that was happening. Then, suddenly her face went blank. I instantly knew she was going into mental breakdown. My thoughts were confirmed when she started to thrash wildly. Stress elipsys, I thought grimly. I grabbed her and held on as hard as I could. Suddenly, she came back to conciousness, she leaped out of my arms and grabbed my hand, sprinting down the hallway. I was reminded that her wounds were just scars now. She looked back and screamed. "Run Maxon, the people need their king!" She pushed me into thesafe room and locked the door, but then I heard the footsteps of the Mafia running past. I shouted and banged on the door but there was nothing I could do. I was alone and terrified for America.

AMERICA'S POV

I saw the Mafia that was about to shoot Maxon. I couldn't live without him, so I pushed him into a safe room and locked the door. Then I ran. I ran away from the Mafia, toward the safe room me and Maxon had stayed in, just the two of us, since it was the only one I knew how to get to by myself. I felt victorious as I grabbed the handle and closed the door, but apparantely not fast enough. I saw a silver, pointy object flying towards me. I didn't realize it was a knife until it pierced my stomach.

MAXON'S POV

As soon as the Mafia are gone and someone unlocks the door of the safe room I am trapped in, I run to look for America. There are many safe rooms, but she wouldn't know where any of them are. Except for one. I dash towards the one safe room she would know how to get to. The one where she had found out about my scars. I found it and flung open the door, seeing what I least expected. America in a pool of her own blood.

Author's note:

Please keep reviewing and tell me anything you want to happen. You can also PM me if you want. I promise to try and update again this weekend. Finally, I have 24 reviews right now. If we can get it to 30 (not all from one person) ny Friday, I will garuntee you a new chapter over the weekend, with a minimum of 600 words. I hope we get to 30!

-Hannah