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POVs...

Phoenix, Autumn, Scarlett, Pierce.

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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: TAKEN

Pierce

I rushed down the hallway towards Maggie's room, leaving Calista alone, which I felt bad about. I looked at her closed door and heard sobs. What was wrong with Maggie? Why couldn't she just be happy that she's turning nine and save the drama for when she's twelve or older, because honestly, I didn't want to deal with this.

I opened her bedroom door to see her crying on her balcony. I came close, standing and watching her from the balcony's doorway. She noticed me and turned away, holding herself in a ball to keep any glares from me out. But I wasn't about to glare at my little sister. I kneeled down to her height and looked at her body, which wasn't even facing me.

"Go away," she mumbled into herself and scooted around. I laughed, turning her so that she could face me and unwrapping herself to look me in the eyes.

"What's wrong with you Maggie? I don't understand why you're being so dramatic and weird lately. Your turning nine years old for crying out loud and you can't even be happy about it? What about the party Mom has planned for you? Are you just going to throw it away?" I asked and she looked up at me with her watery blue eyes. She stuttered, "P-party?"

"Yeah party, Mom planned the whole thing. She wanted it to be special, since you're, you know..." I didn't want to say blind. I knew she was already having a hard time. She ran into about eight things on her way to her bedroom. She glanced at me, but I knew she wasn't really looking at me. Her eyes were blank, black orbs on her side, and on my side they were nothing more then empty blue skies trying to find me.

Maggie sniffled, "S-sorry," she got up and hugged me. I brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her tear stained face and smiled, though she couldn't see me. But that smile didn't last long as I heard a large beeping noise and red light flickered on and off.

The alarm. Why was it on?

I grabbed Maggie's hand and then realized Calista needed someone to show her to a safe room. I growled and threw open Maggie's bedroom door making my way back to where Calista was. She looked totally lost, with her eyes, and her movements that were kind of like little children deciding if they wanted to buy a candy bar.

"Calista, come here!" I yelled and she noticed me. She raced towards me and into my arms and I opened up a safe room door, pushing Maggie and then Calista in. I closed it behind us, and then smacked myself. Why was it going off? Were their people in the castle? What had happened?

Were the other Selected okay?

I thought of Audrey, Phoenix, Scarlett, Sara, Rowan, Josie and everyone in between? Were they okay? Where was Seyella, was she reading in the library, and now she was trying to find out what to do? Where was Autumn, had she been in the music room, thinking over what I had "taught" her when the alarm started blaring. What about Lillian, was she doing her makeup without her maids in the room, and didn't know where to go or what to do? Surely if they were in the Women's Room, my mother and Diamond would help them. But what if they weren't in the Women's Room and were aimlessly wandering the halls?

I groaned. This couldn't be happening.

But it was happening and I'd just have to face that facts.

If any of these Selected got hurt, it'd be my fault and all my fault.

Autumn (THIRD PERSON POV)

It was only five minutes of being alone that got Autumn into the sticky situation she was in at the moment. Autumn yelped as darkness enveloped her eyes. She clenched her jaw and she could almost see her knuckles becoming white around the steel frame she was holding onto to. Even in the darkness, she could make out little signs that she wasn't dead, or sleeping, or worse. Stuck paralyzed or something in a box. That made a shiver crawl down her back as the object under her, or I guess you could say the room around her, bumped and jumped at little rocks or something else it was running over.

She suspected that she was in a car. A delivery truck was more like it. It was only a few minutes ago that she was sitting in her bedroom alone at the palace reading, and red light, blaring alarms and arms were trapping her into an unknown state of black and confusion.

She felt tears running down her cheeks, but she refused to think about it, or even notice them. She tried so hard, too hard, to hold them in, and now it seemed as if they, themselves, didn't want to be held back from something that oh-so deserved salt, wet, hurtful tears.

Autumn bit her lip, her teeth digging into the soft pink flesh of her mouth. Her head hurt, badly. It was one of those headaches that you got from school, or from a bus ride home. She hated it. Almost as much as she despised being kidnapped.

Kidnapped, that word she never thought she'd have to use for herself. She wasn't exactly sure if it were true. Maybe she had just been tricked, and it was the prince, trying to make another date interesting, but it'd be a sick way to do it for sure. Maybe it was the evil Lily, and maybe even Chantel. She had looked a little jealous that Autumn had gotten yet another date with the prince, when Chantel hadn't even gotten her first.

But for some reason, Autumn had a hard time believing that it was one of the Selected. She truly believed that it was a scary, creepy, freaky rebel and kidnapper. Maybe they wanted Autumn, maybe they wanted the prince to give them something, or heck, maybe they just wanted trouble, but Autumn didn't care what they wanted. What she wanted, was to be home again, with her family, reading a book by a warm fireplace or something like that. Talking a walk around her house, saying hello to neighbors, drinking hot chocolate because of the upcoming fall season.

It was, frankly, a funny thought. Autumn was born in fall, hence her name, and yet now was the time she dreaded the season. She wondered if she'd get to see another birthday cake lit up with candles. She wanted to be safe, and sound, tucked away in her warm home, far away from and prince, and castle, and any rebel of any kind at all.

She'd rather sleep the rest of the Selection in Lily's bedroom.

And that almost made her jump to the moon with fear.

Phoenix (THIRD PERSON POV)

Phoenix had been out when she heard the alarms and bells ring and the red lights blink on and off warning her that something was wrong. She just didn't exactly know, what was off. Was there something wrong with a Selected. Was it an attack. Did someone steal something. She had mostly thought that someone had stolen something, because she remembered that whenever someone stole something from a store in her province, that the alarms and red lights came flashing on, and the cashier would have to go and call the police while every costumer in the store gasped in shock. But Phoenix never truly seemed to be that shocked by something like that.

Phoenix, not knowing exactly what to do, climbed in between a little tiny opening between one of the bookcases in the library and the tan wall. She squeezed in, thinking that if she was a plain girl, with hair that wasn't bright red, that maybe, just maybe she'd survive this, and would think that, Hey, you know what? This is actually a pretty good hiding spot!

But no, she just had to be born with bright red hair. And she just had to discover the colors of orange and yellow to mix into her red hair. She slapped herself, mentally of course, and growled. But as more and more time passed, she started to think that she actually had discovered a new and really nice hiding spot.

That was of course before she heard a female and male voice come into the library.

She yelped quietly, but they hadn't noticed. The female's voice sounded familiar, it was attractive, even if that sounded strange. It sounded like the women speaking would be able to woo any man she wanted. Including the prince. And that made Phoenix bit her lip. As beautiful as the women's voice though, the man's voice was rough and deep and old, seemingly like a man who had worked his entire life in the ground, coughing and choking on, I don't know, air?

"I don't know what you can do about it," the man spoke and Phoenix instantly wondered about what they were talking about.

"I can do whatever I want, they'll never find us, they're too dumb," the female's voice rang out and Phoenix almost screamed as she recognized the voice. Four letters, four, evil, little, venomous letters that made Phoenix growl with hatred.

L. I. L. Y.

Lily's voice was the one that was reaching inside of Phoenix's head and pulling, tugging and punching. Phoenix laid her hand on the wooden bookcase, her hand frozen and cold. She didn't even twitch. Her breathe was steady, and you could barely notice that she was breathing.

Breath in, breath out. Air entered through her nose and came out of her mouth. Phoenix reorganized herself, standing up straighter and trying to get comfortable, because she imagined that she'd either be there for a long time, or be taken out and either, one, killed, sadly, or two, kidnapped, and she didn't really like the idea of that.

She was doing fine until she bumped into the bookcase, making the books rumble and one, Where The Red Fern Grows, by Wilson Rawls, tumbled out of the bookcase and onto the ground. Phoenix winced, and her eyes widened as she saw through the stacks of books, that Lily had turned her head slightly. She heard the footsteps become louder as Lily's heels tipped and tapped on the ground.

Tip tap tip tap.

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