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America:

So this is where it ended. I was going to die in the very place that I had grown to love. I couldn't die. Not here, and definitely not now.

There were guns aiming at us, all in a circle. Maxon couldn't save me, and Aspen was one of the guards with his hand on the trigger. So this is what it had come to.

"If you move, or talk, you will die. Is that clear?" The King said.

"No." A bullet flung at my head. Somehow, I dodged it partially doing a backbend. That last one was courtesy of Aspen. Another was aimed at my legs, and I quickly sprang up, pulling the cane out of my pocket. I caned each guard, and Maxon's father. We ran, we ran faster than ever. Maxon began to limp as we made our way closer to the hospital wing.

"It's ok we are almost there." I told him. We were greeted by several doctors who quickly took care of Maxon and I. As soon as we were about to walk out, we were stopped.

"STOP! Orders of the king." A guard yelled. He ran in the opposite direction, greeted by even more guards. We were surrounded, again.

"Well hello there, my little fugitives! Ha-ha! You thought I couldn't-…" He was cut off by a recognizable voice.

"Clarkson, what are you doing? Again! You are trying to kill our son! Why did I ever marry you?" Queen Amberly. FINALLY! Just a little too late! I thought to myself. She slapped him harshly.

"All of you! Be gone! You are all fired!" She cried out. The queen then rushed to our sides.

"Are you alright?" We nodded. We told her the entire story. She was absolutely devastated.

"It wasn't like that, Amberly! Don't listen to them." The king said.

"Shut up Clarkson! I can't believe you! All these years!" Queen Amberly began to cry. I had not expected her reaction. How did she never know he was capable of this? Was it her love for him that blinded her eyes of all the bad he had done? Maxon and I had the same idea, and began to mention all the good things in their relationship.

"He picked you, he loves you." I said. The king's eyes beamed with hope. Her crying stopped. She composed herself.

She ran over, pulled Clarkson over to us, and brought the four of us into a large embrace.

We all cried. I truthfully felt sorry for this disaster filled family. How did they ever get like this? We got up. The king was smiling for the first time in years. I finally brought joy to more than just one member of this family. And for once Celeste somewhat likes me. That was very unexpected!

Maxon:

Everyone was safe. What would I do now though? Eliminate the rest of The Elite? Would my father even let me? What would my mother think? How would the other Elites feel? Is America ready for this?

"Maxon, I am so sorry! I just, just," My father began to cry. Well that's a first. I nodded, and tears began to fall to the floor, out of everyone, even America.

Just as soon as everyone began to calm down, the other Elite members walked in. They all ran over to hug America, even Celeste, and then me.

The palace was changing, changing just enough for me to become king. Soon, I had to choose my queen.

America:

Since when does Celeste act this way? She is probably trying to kiss up to Maxon after clawing me at least 3 times. Kriss ran over to Maxon, and hugged him tightly. For the millionth time I threw up in my mouth. Without hesitation, he hugged her back. Kriss was the safe choice. Was that what Maxon wanted? But now she was turning into Celeste.

Just then, Kriss gave me a sarcastic smile. What was with this girl? I rolled my eyes. It was time for my counter. But before I could say something, Kriss stole the words out of my mouth.

"Maxon, can you pretty please take me on a walk in the gardens?" She gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, my dear." He responded. Kriss gave me an evil grin, and skipped up to her room. I tugged my ear, Maxon tugged his. Thank goodness he still had time for me.

Maxon walked out of the room, searching for Kriss. I was just about to leave, but Amberly and Clarkson stopped me.

"Thank you, America, for everything." Queen Amberly held me in a tight embrace. King Clarkson smiled and nodded.

"Please, you fixed this issue yourselves, you just needed a little push." They smiled when I said that, and then walked away. My white kitten heels tapped against the marble floors.

I opened the door to my room and walked in. There was a sudden knock. I walked to the door and opened it.

"Mer, please, I am-" I cut him off.

"Aspen, just stop. You tried to kill me, and the love of my life! Just leave!" I screamed. He inched a step forward as if he was going to kiss me. I slammed the door on his face, literally.

I plopped myself on my bed, and fell asleep.

"Maxon? Maxon? Where are you?" The palace was in flames. I ran, search. There was a rebel over Maxon, and a red puddle under him. Someone was shaking me, pulling me. I was sweating.

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"Lets go!" It was a rebel. I screamed harder. My hands were burnt.

WE'RE COMING was plastered all of the walls.

WE'RE HERE, followed the last phrase. The rebel was yanking my hair. Someone pulled me away from them.

"My lady! Are you alright?" My eyes fluttered open. Anne was standing over me. I was so relived. I looked at my hands, which were fine, and then at the four walls that surrounded my room. Everything was fine. But what did my dream mean? Would that happen?

"Yes, just fine, actually. I had a nightmare, nothing else." I replied.

"Oh, well you must get up now or you will be late for breakfast! Rumor has it one of the Elite has left!" Mary cried out.

So was it Celeste, Kriss, or Elise, or even me. My money was on Elise. However, she was now my closest friend in the palace, after that hurtful betrayal given by Kriss.

My maids drew me my bath. They dressed me in a blue A-line strapless gown with an empire waist, and diamond pleated top. It also had a bow on the side. My hair was in two French braids that met in the middle to complete a bun.

I eagerly, yet nervously, raced down to breakfast. Neither Kriss nor Elise was in their chairs. It took me a second to realize that Celeste wasn't in the room. None of the royals were there either. Maxon walked into the room and took his seat. No explanation. Were the girls just late? I thought I was late!

This had to be a joke! Was I the only one left? Did Maxon choose me? What was going on here? Thoughts raced through my mind as the king and queen walked in. I listened closely for other footsteps, other click clacks of high heels. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

All of a sudden Kriss walked in, although, her face was red. Her eyes, bloodshot. Okay something crazy is going on here. I thought to myself. I waited for Celeste to walk in. I waited for Elise to walk in. No one.

So it was safety and I left, I suppose.

Kriss and I, me and Kriss.

Maxon was making his choice. I wish he would make it faster.

I heard more footsteps. But where were they coming from?