I wane up to the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, I open my eyes and look at my surroundings, darkness. Darkness and a small window at one of the walls. I stand up on my wobbly feet and put a hand to my aching head. I walk over to the window and tap on it, a man looks through. "What do ya want?" He says in a gruff voice.

"Where are we?" I ask suddenly feeling small and helpless next to him.

"Going to the Base, now shut up," As soon as he says this all the memories of last night come flooding back to me. Kriss being a rebel, the alarm going off, Maxon protecting me in front of all the Rebels, talking back to the leader (not my wisest move), seeing Maxon fighting, getting hit around the head with the gun and blacking out. My breath comes out in quick, short gasps as I realize what this means.

I've been captured.

My breathing gets faster and I can't catch my breath, black spots cloud the edges of my vision but I force myself to stay awake. Calm down America, you can't do anything unconscious. I manage to get my breathing under control just as the truck shudders to a halt. There's a lot of rustling about and then the back of the truck opens, I shield my eyes at the blinding light. "Get out," The rough voice commands. I stand up and shakily make my way out of the truck, the Rebels put a blindfold over my eyes, a gag in my mouth and tie up my wrists and ankles again. "Just so you don't get any bright ideas," They pull on the chains and I'm forced to walk towards the Base.

From what I can tell, we're walking through a forest judging by the crunch of the leafs, tripping over the tree roots and the sound of water running and birds chirping. I hear metal grinding against metal and then I'm pushed down a flight of stairs. I stumble and collapse at the end, a groan escaping my lips when I land on my side. That's going to leave a bruise. Somebody picks me up, walks a few feet and then throws me into a cell. They take off my blindfold and take out my gag but leave me tied up.

I look around and see I was right, it's an underground bunker made entirely out of metal. It's not very bright but there are a few lights on the walls and ceiling. There is a line of cells on each side of a corridor, they are small, have a rusty, old, smelling toilet, a tiny window up high and is shielded off by thick metal bars. "Who are you?" I ask with venom in my voice.

The Rebel chuckles and I get a good look at him, he's tall probably six foot something, sun kissed rough skin covered with scars, mouth twisted up into a evil smirk and eyes of different colours. One dark blue and one hazel. "That's not my place to say."

I glare at the man, another Rebel comes up behind him, the same one from last night. "Evening Sir," The first rebel bends down as if to bow to the other.

"Out, I want to be alone with the lady," The first rebel nods and walks out. "Ah Lady America, I've heard a lot about you," He begins. "As you know, we're Rebels but not the ones you might think."

I frown. "Then what are you?"

"My name is West Samuels and I'm the leader here, I was not fond of your show last night but my daughter, Freya thought it was hilarious," He inches his face close to mine. "I was not amused." I stay silent. "Anyways, we are different from the Northern Rebels, we don't want the diaries, we are different from tie Southern Rebels, we don't want to kill a lot of people only one. Maybe two."

"What are you called?" I ask innocently, trying to get as much information as possible to give to Maxon.

"The Darklocks." He answers.

"What is your purpose then, if your not like the others?"

West laughs, "Kill the Heir. No Heir, no leader of the country once poor Queen Amberly and King Clarkson are gone and I can take the throne. However, I may have to kill you as well. See its clear that your Maxons favourite and if he picks you and he dies well, your left to rule the country. Your just always in the way."

It takes a while for me to handle this. They want to kill Maxon? And me because I'm the so called 'favourite?' "What's your relationship with Kriss?" I blurt out, determined to get more answers.

"Kriss Ambers. She's my niece and worked for me alongside Freya for a while. Then she turned sixteen and ran off with the damm Northerners." He explains. "She has no intention of killing anyone, all she is supposed to do is trick Maxon into liking her so she could find the diaries. All she had to do was get rid of you."

"I was right," I whisper so that West can't hear me.

"Now, I think a certain Prince would like to watch Freya cutting you up into tiny slices, breaking every bone in your body, watching every tear fall, every drop of blood gone." He says darkly and pulls me up off the floor.

"Don't you think so?"

Author Note.

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