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Chapter 6: Bullets

"Wesley, take it of her head! Take it off now!" Maxon screams. Mia. The name Aspen and I picked out for a little girl we thought we were going to

have. I can't breathe, I don't want to die I really don't. My father's voice comes to me; When you ran for that stage, I've never been more proud of you. He

wanted me to fight, so fight I will. I open my eyes, Queen Amberly is turned away shaking. "Are you ready?" Wesley asks. The first drops of sympathy

come into his voice. "Yes." I manage to choke out.

I hear the bullet click into place. "Noooo!" Aspen screams. They're both being restrained by the rebels. I grab Wesley's wrist and twist it back.

"Someone help me!" I yell to Celeste and Lucy. Celeste puts her hands over mine and gives a tug, the gun clatters to the floor. Wesley and I both dive for

it, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me back. I scream into my clenched teeth. Maxon finally gets loose and runs to me. He punches Wesley in the

face. "Are you alright darling?" Maxon hands slip over my shoulders. "I thought you hated me." I intend it to come out as an insult, but my voice cracks.

"Yes, well watching a gun being held to your head made me think differently." He pulls me up with him, the gun in my hand. "I am going to kill you!"

Maxon tells Wesley. "She doesn't deserve you! Why do you care if I shoot her? She loves him!" He back pedals feeling the danger of the situation. I have

the gun, I point it at him. "You wouldn't" Wesley questions me. I'm not a murderer, but I fire at his shins. "How do you like it?" I still feeling the burn in my

leg, despite the fact that Maxon is keeping me up.

I wonder why he isn't in pain, when I realize that I missed. Wesley jumps on top Maxon, and I fall to the ground. I yelp feeling the excruciating fire.

All of the rebels rush to help Wesley. I grab the back of Wesley's shirt to try to get him off Maxon, he slaps me so hard I think I'm going to pass out again.

Aspen now freed, runs over and holds me. "God, Mer he was going to kill you! Why didn't you stop him? I would have lost it if…." His voice trails. "I love

you, what was I going to do?" I look at the ground sheepishly. He goes to kiss me, but then I see the rebels begin to attack Maxon.

"Maxon!" I scream. I'm on all fours, crawling when Aspen yanks me back. "Aspen, get off me! They're going to kill him, get off me!" It's useless,

Aspen is too strong. "You almost got killed, I can't let that happen again." he whispers. I have to figure out a way to get away from him. I lean in as if I'm

going to kiss him, and launch myself out of his arms.

Wesley whirls around before I have a chance to hurt him. "You cause too much trouble for your own good!" Wesley comes over to me. He crouches

down to my level. "Men, get off him!" he shouts. Maxon stands up and walks toward us. Before he can get close enough, Wesley pulls out a knife and puts

it against my throat. The girls and the Queen are scrambling, Aspen is fighting, Maxon is walking. Then everyone freezes. "Don't move, or I will kill her."

Wesley threatens. "Kill her, and I'll kill you." Maxon stares him down. "I've never been a fan of stalemates. Watch everyone until I'm back." Wesley says to

his men and he begins to drag me backward. "Where are we going? Let go!" I yell. Wesley stands me up, one hand around my waist so at least I don't

have to walk. "Where do you think you're going?" Maxon asks.

Wesley opens his mouth to answer, when sirens pierce the air. Palace guards burst into the room, Wesley drops me and runs for hiding. Guards are

shooting at the rebels who are shooting at them, they're shooting at us. It turns into a bloodbath. Wesley holds a gun to Queen Amberly and Maxon. My leg

is nothing compared to this, the pain writhes inside me; breaking every bone, pulling every muscle. The idea that Maxon could die, I can't breathe!

The guards don't know what to do next. The frenzy of people running around them are forgotten. I finally understand why Wesley didn't care if he

killed me. They came here to kill the royal family and the Elite, Wesley stands so confidently now in front the guards. It's a suicide mission. He is going to

shoot them no matter what.

I jolt forward, and as best as I can manage make my way over to Maxon. He looks sick, standing in front of his mother. Wesley smiles, I hear the

bullet as if it were back on my head slide into position. I can't save them, but I can block them! Wesley fires, and it takes all of my remaining strength to

throw myself at them. I am weightless, I am flying. I feel the bullet hit my stomach, I am nothing.

I'm not dead, I'm numb but alive. I can't hear over the roar in my ears but I take in my surroundings. The guards still haven't charged, he didn't

shoot the royal family; that's all they care about. Maxon is on his knees talking to me, but I can't hear what he is saying. Wesley points the gun at me

again, to kill me this time. From somewhere in the crowd Aspen emerges stepping in the way. He and Wesley yell at each other, and then I'm screaming.

Wesley shot him. Maxon holds my face in his hands, but I push away. My range of movement is limited, so I grab Aspen's hand and squeeze. I wait, and

wait for something in return. Maxon looks horrified, I watch him try to hide emotions, not quick enough. I put my hand on Aspen's chest.

So many times in my life I've felt it; the steady beat of Aspen's heart. I t calms me. All I feel now is emptiness. I try to sit up, I see a hole in my

stomach. My blood drenches the floor. Maxon is laying me back down, but I need to see his face one last time. I turn my head and starting wailing. Aspen's

eyes are open but there's only white. There is a bullet in his chest. Maxon holds me, Aspen doesn't. I told him I love him, that was the last thing I said. The

last thing I'll ever say to him. My brain feels fuzzy, empty. So does my heart. I then allow myself succumb to irresistible pull of sleep.

"Mer, I love you." he whispers. Impossible, unless I'm dead. "I love you too." Maxon counters. Well that throws a wrench in my idea.

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