Glad to know you all enjoyed the last chapter! I mean I've played America as the damsel in distress long enough haven't I? Let's see how she finally reacts to this! babysister1997 isn't it just perfect? Let's have America kick some ass! MackenzieLifebl America can wield a sword! Come ladies shouldn't we all? Haha just kidding! Mockingjay04 of course he'd come back! Now you see he is and now you'll read about what happens! Enjoy! Meg-sters52 girl drama is juicy drama isn't it? I can't imagine neither of them doing nothing for the other! Plus America's been antagonized enough! Panda-Crazy-19 don't worry I do that all the time! Glad you liked it! Erin I don't want to kill you! Everyone keeps saying that I'm gonna kill them but I'm trying to entertain not kill! But I am trying to post more but I'm not posting more than one chapter! (I've done that like four times now)Bookworm973 thanks for following my story and I hope you enjoy! Thank you everyone for reading and I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Love Smashleigh

Chapter 28:

"Miss I can't let you do that!" one of the guards yelled trying to block my way.

I pull the sword from the sheath at my side and shove him out of the way. "What the hell are you gonna do to stop me?" I snap at him pushing through the door.

Outside is chaotic but not anything I'm not use to. Why should I be seen as the weak princess? Sure I've been kidnap and all that crap but now it's my turn to show them who I really am. I've grown up with an older brother and rough boyfriend for God's sake! This is second nature to me!

Even through the mass of bodies I still can see Fredrick and Maxon fighting, both sweating but neither falter. All I hear is the clash of swords and a few gunshots but other than that it's a roar of armor and metal against metal. The line of battle has shifted and now I see that from where I stand both armies are parallel with one another. From this view I can make a straight shot to Maxon and Fredrick and without hesitation I charge towards them. The weight of my armor is nothing compared to the rage in my heart. Though I'm bumped around by others fighting I am not confronted myself, thank God because I only want to end one life right now.

"What's wrong princey?" Fredrick snickers when I can hear them. "Getting tired?"

Maxon's right arm is growing weak; the bullet wound must be restricting him. But Maxon's giving all he's got through the pain, even though he's growing more tired each swing. As Fredrick's back turns to me I charge at him and push him away from Maxon. He immediately swings around with a powerful swing but its way too high –he was expecting a taller opponent. When his eyes meet mine he doesn't seem to recognize me. Neither does Maxon. Underneath all this armor I look nothing like myself.

"Who the hell are you?" Fredrick snaps trying to fight off some blows from his right side.

I smile beneath my visor and throw it open. Immediately Maxon stands in front of me and blocks me with his body. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snaps at me.

I push him out of the way and face Fredrick. "You're weak and I'm here to help. You gonna stop me now?" I yell as I take my first swing at Fredrick.

He blocks it and tries a counter attack but I block it. Out of the corner of my eye I see Maxon come next to me and deliver his own swings. Fredrick is too skilled and fights both of us off at least until another opponent strides up.

"Who the hell are you?" Maxon exclaims.

The person lifts the visor and I gasp. No way! There is no way that can be him! "ASPEN?" I scream.

He smiles at me devilishly. Is this the way he was going to play? I couldn't kill him! I couldn't forgive Maxon if he did! My knees grow weak but I keep myself upright. I square myself to him but he ignores me and squares up to Maxon. But I ignore him and stand in front of Maxon. Aspen's eyes burn underneath the visor and at first I'm lost in the deep green pools. "Your fights are with me." I tell them. "Leave him out of this."

Both of them exchange a smile and pull down their visors. "Alright little princess." Fredrick snickers. "Bring it on."

Maxon comes from behind me and delivers a blow to Fredrick. Once he's blocked that one and tries turning around I come at him. My sword slashes his side and a animalistic growl escapes him. I feel a bump on my head and am thrown to the side. Aspen nailed me with the butt of his sword and is now swinging at Maxon as Fredrick lies on the ground clutching his side.

I try standing but my head is swimming. How hard did he hit me? Did he dent my armor? I feel along the helmet and feel the hollow spot near the back of my head. Damn him! How the hell he'd do that?

Once I manage getting on my feet I charge back at him and swing. It hits his shoulder armor and he lurks to the side. But my swing made him swing low and the blow lands on Maxon's left thigh. Maxon kneels to the group and grips his thigh. A few drops of blood seep through his fingers. How can that be? His armor blocks out the slash. But it reopened the wound, I thought. Before Aspen takes another blow I shove him out of the way and he topples over Fredrick, who lets out a groan of pain.

"Maxon!" I exclaim guarding him from Aspen.

He tries standing but crumples again, his face growing paler. I turn to face Aspen and find I'm face to face with him –well helmet to helmet. Immediately he grips my throat and holds me at knife point. I realize it's the same knife Daphne had in the picture. Was Aspen there too?

"You could've chosen me." he snaps. "But apparently love doesn't mean anything to you!"

I struggle in his grip and he tightens the hold on my throat. Shaking off my helmet I feel my hair tumble down my back. He throws off his own and pulls me in for a kiss. I butt heads with him but he seems unaffected.

"Get off her!" Maxon yells slashing Aspen across the back.

I feel the knife slice across my throat and I sink to the ground. My vision is red and I press my hand to my throat. The blood seeps through my fingers and already I'm soaked in blood. I lie on the ground and watch Maxon use the last of his energy to fight off Aspen. But Aspen's too strong and he runs the sword through Maxon's shoulder. He screams in pain and drops onto the ground. Aspen turns to look at me with a pained expression but then helps Fredrick up. The battle around us has quieted and I notice not many of our men are left standing but also not many rebels are either. I watch Aspen retreat with Fredrick through blurry eyes. Maxon's fingers intertwine with mine and I strain my neck to look at him. He mouths the words 'I love you' and I feel my eyes grow heavy. The last thing I see is Maxon's brown eyes as I slip into the darkness.