Ambrosia blushed as Viktor interlaced his fingers with hers. "Hey," he said, smiling at her.
"Hi."
"So, this is my third date ever." Viktor laughed nervously, "I still have no idea what I am doing."
"Chiara wasn't that bad?" Ambrosia asked, knowing that the feisty Spanish-Italian girl wasn't exactly the ideal girl for most people.
Viktor laughed, "She was interesting. She said that she'd kill be with a burnt pizza if I hurt her friends. Chiara's very protective of you all."
Ambrosia smiled, "I think Koli asked her about that once. Chiara just started swearing in Italian and said something about idiots. "
"That does sound like her. You three look like a great group of friends."
"Yeah, I guess we are." Ambrosia said.
Viktor looked softly at her, "I know your a model, but that can't be all you like to do. So I am wondering, what do you like to do?"
Ambrosia was silent for a moment trying to figure out if she should answer honestly or not. 'Mother will never know' she thought, 'I'll be fine.'
"I like to write."
"Really?" Viktor asked, "Like what?"
"Poems, short stories, that kind of thing." Ambrosia said.
"Cool!" Viktor smiled, "Actually, I've got a question. I want to have a garden party of sorts, but I also want it to be kind of like a talent show. Where the Selected show off their various talents. Would you be interested in that?"
"Oh most definitely!" Ambrosia exclaimed, "But some don't have talents that can be shown on a stage. Like the artists or the cooks."
Viktor nodded considering this, "You're right. I'd have to ask the girl what they would want to do, before anything is planned."
Ambrosia nodded, still blushing. Viktor looked up at the sky, "We've been out here for two hours!" he gasped, "I have to get you back inside!"
Ambrosia giggled, "It didn't really feel like two hours."
"I hope," Viktor said walking her towards the castle, "That is a good thing."
-XXX-
Alexia watched as Julchen shot of a series of bullets in rapid-fire succession, hiting the brain and the heart twice, and the stomach, arms and legs ones. Viktor was right when he said you wouldn't want to be on the wrong end of Julchen's gun.
"You done yet?" She asked, pushing up her blue-rimmed glasses.
Julchen grunted and placed the gun on the table. She twisted her torso around, cracking her back with a series of pops. "I'm gute."
"Okay." Alexia nodded and pulled a pencil from her hair, "I need your help."
"For what?" Julchen slid into a perfect spilt and began stretching.
"Two days ago, Koli was nearly killed." Alexia said, "The only reason the media hasn't caught wind of that was because we were only ones at the water park. Koli can't swim, so she would never intentionally go into the deepest part of the park. And it wasn't a joke, because Ambrosia and Chiara were away from Koli at the time of her fall."
"Got it." Julchen pushed her hand on her chin and cracked her neck.
"I calculated the time it would have taken her to sink, and then who would be close enough to scream. The thing is, I don't know who screamed. Normally, you would think the one who screamed didn't push her, but I think that assumption is wrong. After all there were only two to three people at that area before the scream."
"Why does this matter?" Julchen asked, rolling her wrists.
Alexia slammed the pencil on a table, "Somebody tried to kill Koli. I want to know who and I want to know why!"
"It could be possible that it was an accident."
"It wasn't." Alexia crossed her arms and glared, "Everyone knew Koli couldn't swim. She made it clear at lunch."
"Jealously." Julchen suggested.
Alexia shook her head, "Viktor hasn't shown any favoritism towards her."
"Nervousness?"
Alexia threw her head back and laughed, "No, no, no. Julchen, this isn't an accident! There is still 30 girls left in the Selection. This was an attempt at murder!"
"Attempt?"
"Yes. Whoever it was they were trying to see how easy it was to kill one of the Selected." Alexia started pacing the floor.
"Lexi, you're overthinking this." Julchen reassured.
"Everybody thinks that." Alexia growled, "Everybody thinks that the smart one is over thinking something. I'm not, okay? I'm not overthinking this!" She ran a hand down her face, "You know how in Queen America's time, there were rebels? Ever since then, the Royal Family has let Illèa believe that the rebels are gone."
Julchen shut her eyes tightly and grabbed her water glass, "Ja." She said through clenched teeth. "Ja."
"I'm been researching. They are still out there. The rebels. And they still-"
Julchen's water glass shattered, "You're right, libeling. The rebels are still out there." The albino woman bit her lip and smiled sadly. She stared at the small glass shards in her hand before picking them out.
"If you can connect Koli's near death to the rebels, my guns are yours." Julchen reached up and fingered the Iron Cross that she had recent slid onto her necklace, next to the silver engagement ring, with inlayed diamonds. She walked out of the room, brushing a few stray tears from her eyes.
"Iron Cross. Iron Cross." Alexia muttered, "Iron Cross is an model given to the closest living relative honoring the solider that was-" the girl gasped.
"KIA'd. Killed in action."
-XXX-
A/N: Rebels, death, emotions. And painful end sentence. I really just love breaking hearts don't I? And drama, don't forget the drama.
A) For the garden party/talent show, what talent do you want your character to do? (This includes, painting, cooking, singing, acting, drawing, fighting, ect.)
B) And because I'm evil, curious, and hoping you watched my trailer (link is in my profile) do you have any guesses on what might happen next?