Seriously!? Will they ever stop? The rebels are attacking again, 2 days after the wedding. Maxon and I were in the middle of a very stimulating game of chess when a guard came and interrupted us. We are now being escorted to the nearest safe room. Someone grabs my hand, pulling me in the opposite direction, "Marlee! If you didn't notice we're on our way to a safe room, you sho-"I scream as loud as I can, for standing there gripping my wrist, is a hooded rebel wearing a red bandana. Southern. The guard turned toward me, his gun at the ready. CRACK! A shot sounded, but it wasn't the guards, he fell to the ground, dead in seconds as 3 more rebels rounded the corner, one holding a smoking gun in his hand. They all grab me, I kick and scream and fight with everything I can. Maxon tries to help but was immediately removed from the tangle when more guards came to investigate the screaming. One of the guards lets go of Maxon and pulls out his gun and aims, but if he fires he'll risk hitting and then he'll have hell to pay when Maxon is finally released. The rebels start to drag me away. "Help! Maxon help! Please someone help me!" I started crying as I realised the guards didn't let Maxon go, that I have to go with rebels, that I am in this alone, and that I didn't get to say good-bye, and most of all going to die.
Another realisation hit me- I will be visiting my dad again very soon. That thought is what I clung onto as I was dragged out of the palace.
"Good-bye Maxon," I whisper, "I will love you even after death."