Ok first "real" chapter :) This chapter will be just trying to catch everyone up on the current situation with the rebels and Ruby and everything, and you will hear about the selection in this one. In the next one she signs up and gets picked. Then she goes and so on.

Anyway I would like to thank Rebecca, Middle Sister, and rysaspirit for reviewing. For following I would like to thank Ex2See , TieDieTruth, and rianne.v. And thanks to TieDieTruth for favoriting.

As an answer to Rebecca: Thank you and I am going to try to write more. Answer to Middle Sister: Yes, I'm going to try and it wasn't really my intent to make them heartless just terrible at telling bad news. And to rysaspirit: Actually I looked it up and it said the recessive gene means both parents have to carry the gene not actually have red hair, and we know that Eadlyn carries it and it never said Erik didn't carry it. (lol). Any thanks everyone for reviewing:);)

Ruby's POV:

"What would you like to eat and drink, Sr?" I asked, this was the tenth time these people had come to the restaurant and I was pretty sure they got the same thing every single day. But as a waitress you always have to ask, it gets really annoying sometimes. But I always remind myself, this job isn't just for money I am also trying to gather information. I'm also like 99 percent sure they were rebels and I was constantly trying to get information out of them and listening to their conversations. Anyway he smiled at me and I fake smiled back like usual, I mean I don't want to brag or anything but I have perfected the fake smile.

"Yes, thank you, I would like some waters for everyone and maybe a salad or something." He smiled and I wrote down the order with some urgency. I could tell they weren't hear just to eat. It's pretty obvious, I mean who orders just one salad for a table of five people? Anyway a fake another smiled at him and asked "Will that be all sr?"

He smiles and says " Yes, thank you."
I walked away, handing the order to the chef, who also happened to be my boss and one of the only other people besides my family and two friends that know I'am a spy. He took the order with a smile, he always seemed to be in a cheerful mood.

"How are you today Ruby?" He asks pleasantly, after I hand him the order.

"Oh you know me, Mr. Davidson" I say "Just trying to stay optimistic about everything, I mean i can't really complain. I'm sure other people have it much worse."

"Well shoot," he says in is southern accent, " If anyone would have the right to complain it would be you. I mean you're always starving yourself to death ain't got no food for your belly, giving everything you got for the country and your family. I'd say you have a right to complain."

"Well when you put it like that I guess you're right, but complaining won't help anyone so what's the use? To answer your question Mr. Davidson, I'd say i'm doing mediocre, not too good not too bad, I mean on the bright side I haven't dead yet."

He laughed and I joined in. I really like Mr. Davidson when I first met him he was extremely nice to me in every way. Always helping out giving me food. He knew which of his customers were bad people and he knew who the rebels where. He lived in poverty for a lot of his life and had to flee his house because it was taken over by rebels. We became friends once I started working for him and I later asked my parents if I could tell him. They said yes and now he is one of my most trustworthy friends.

"Well," he said "I really hope you stay alive" He smiled at pointed over to the rebel table mouthing - good luck.

I sigh and head back over putting on my most dazzling smile, "How are you guys doing?" I asked "Do you need anything?"

"No," one of them says, "but thank you"

John Carpenter, the boy I know the most out of all the boys smiles up at me, trying to get my attention. "Hey," he says, "did you hear about the selection?"

I have heard about it, but not really, all I know is that it's when the rebels are planning to kill the king, queen, and prince. So instead of saying so I lean over to the boy who asked the question and lower my eyelashes, giggling slightly I say "No I havn't. Why? Do you think i'd be a good candidate?" This is what I hate most pretending I like them, when in reality I feel like ripping their hair out one by one for all the pain they cause the world. Stupid asshole rebels I think to myself as I force my best fake smile. John's not as bad as the rest of them I think is my age, I mean don't get me wrong I hate the rebels but John is younger and was brought up into the rebellion. Kind of forced he doesn't understand what he is doing. Which sucks because it makes him an arrogant asshole.

He leans forward in his chair and touches my hair curling it around his finger. Then leans back in his chair thoughtfully. "You would most definitely get a place if you signed up. I mean he's the stupid little adorable prince who doesn't like him?"

I laughed, it was a terrible fake laugh, but he doesn't notice. "Well," I say, "I've never met him so I guess it's hard to tell whether or not I like him. But i've been thinking something might happen between now and later. When all the selected go to the palace."

He looks at me for a moment and I smile and say "Your order will be ready in a few minutes."

And walk away, it's clear now that what I originally thought, they're going to do something big while the selection is going on. Although I think John might be the only rebel who suspects i'm not on their side i'm going to have to be more careful.

I walk around to the wall next to their table where it was most easy to listen, and pull out my recorder putting my ear and the recording device up against the wall.

"She knows something about are plain, you think she will tell anyone?" (John)

"She's just a waitress, what will she do?" (random rebel)

"I wouldn't underestimate her." (John)

"Look it doesn't matter. What could she do anyway? Are plain is going to work. After the selected get comfortable in the palace.. we attack. Not killing anyone but bullet wounds and a little scare. Then after the first month we make one kill, only of the princess, she will go down easy. A week after that we tackle the King and Queen that will be a little harder but we can get in from the side. Then when everyone is frantic we capture the prince and his lover, killing them both in a public setting. Everything else will be up hill from there. That stupid little waitress can't stop a war." (Leader rebel)

"Ok, what ever, it's not like i'm going to be the one to die if she tells them, it's over your head. I was raised into this shit. But i'm not going to participate." (John)

I hear him get up and I turn off the recorder. Then I walk over to Mr. Davidson "I've got to go, sorry Sr. I'm meeting my friend Nichole. No need to pay me I didn't do much for you today." I say.

"Nonsense," He says, waving a hand, he takes a piece of bread and gives it to me willingly, "Give this to your family and stay free."

That is his way of saying be careful, I know i'm like the daughter he never had. So I take the bread and kiss him on the cheek taking off my apron and running out. With Coco on my heals.

I was going to be late to see Nichole. She is one of my best friends I know her like the back of my hand. Now i'm running, Coco still on my heals. We always meet at the track so we can run and practice. We never really see each other anymore. She is the voice of the radio, I hear her all the time talking about how amazing the government is, trying to get people into the idea of no castes.

I work in the field in constant danger, so naturally I'm a better fighter than her. I train her now just in case she will ever have to be in a real battle. I've had so much practice and been is so many situations Now that i've become one of the best fighters in are little inti rebel group.

I show up before her. So I start before her. I gently pat Coco's head "There there buddy, you ready to run? I'll raise you." Coco licks my hand and makes a soft dog sound.

I smile, ok here we go. I jog in place and start in a sprint. Coco trailing behind. I feel my worries and fears drift away as I run. This always happens, running always does this to me, I can feel slow tears drift down my cheeks as I run. I can hear my brother's last words in my mind as I run, my feet pound against the ground I pick up my pace and i'm almost being lifted off the ground by the speed of my run. It feels like with every step i'm getting light the tears come in a flow now and all i can focus on are my steps. I lose count of how many laps I'm doing all I know is I'm running and I feel free. No more war, no more starvation, no more pain. My running slows and I wipe my face with my hand I hear Nichole open the track gate and I run back to her the tears still shining on my cheeks.

"Nichole!" I yell, she turns and a bright smile lights up her face she runs towards me and we met each other halfway. Hugging and laughing.

"Oh God, man, it's been to long." She said patting me on the back.

"I'm way out of practice. And word has it that you're the best fighter and smartest spy we have. Congrats."

I roll my eyes, "Pffs, people are being so modest. I'm the best in the whole world, rebels are going down." We both laughed, and talk some more, catching up on each other's life.

"So did you hear about what their planning for the selection?" I asked as she put down her bag, we both get into are stances facing each other.

She circles me and I smirk at her, as we circle each other.

She tries to hit me in the face with her fist but I step to the left dodging perfectly. I grab her hand at the side twisting it back slightly making her fall to the ground and within seconds I have pinned her and she is laying on the ground taping to say - let go. I drop her hand and get into stance again.

"No," she says slightly out of breath, "All I know is that they think they have this war won by the end of it. And their planing on having some inside spy or something."

"Yeah, but it's worse than that, I mean we're talking about them going into the palace and trying to kill the king and queen. They haven't had a full blown palace attack in years. And you know what that means? Were going to have to be their to stop them."

She tried to kick me in the side to unbalance me then knock me down. But I grabbed her foot mid kick and turned it, making her flip and land on her back against the ground. She groans and I hold out a hand to help her up. "You need to kick away from my hands, your kick is good, strong, but you're hitting the wrong places aim either higher or lower, my knees or stomach both will get me out of balance. Also when you kick turn so you stay on balance yourself. You don't want to fall over trying to kick someone." I inform her.

"Thanks show me how to do that flipping thing."

"Ok, grab my leg and twist to the left the opposite side of your body and pull forward then quickly lower so the person you're flipping can't reach you with their hands, then pull forward, hard, making them hit the ground."

We practice that move for a while then we start talking about all we've learned since last time we have seen each other.

"If this is over we will finally be able to live our lives." She says in a dreamy kind of way.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted to be? A radio broadcaster?" I ask.

"Yep, but you know what I mean, not like this I want to do a little more maybe own my own TV channel be a real news caster what do you want to do?"

I look away, I've always thought about it, you know, my future but never have I been able to come up with an answer it's unbelievable really the amount and time and effort I've but into this war. I sigh thinking about what it would be like to have it all be over.

"I don't know," answer honestly, "I want to hang out with you more and maybe. Just spend quality time with my sister and brother you know?"

She knows exactly what I mean. I was talking about she had been spending a lot of time apart from her dad since she moved here and I could tell it was getting to her a little bit.

Nichole turns and looks at me, staring at me with those soft brown eyes of hers it was like she was born with eyes that could see through your soul. Her short black hair moves around her face from the wind and her eyes look into mine like she was trying to talk to me through her eyes. Her eyes lower and she speaks softly "I know exactly what you mean, it's tearing me apart being so far from him." She doesn't need to specify I new exactly who she was talking about her dad was away on a mission to get weapons from france. Something was going wrong and they hadn't come back yet.

"Well, lets just make sure we kick there ass." I say with a little laugh. She grins wickedly at me ,

"Yeah," she agrees, "Can't wait to end this shitty ass war."

When I got back home it was dark in the house but I was used to that normally it started getting dark by 4:30. Now it was 11:00pm almost pitch black but I can see a small light in the kitchen. Coco runs over to the front door and stands guard like he loves to do, always trying to protect us. I silently walk over to the kitchen. I find my mom and dad leaning over a stack of papers and talking in hushed voices. I grab a chair and sit down on the table, putting the bread on the table.

"Is everyone else asleep?" I ask, taking a piece of the bread.

"Lennie is asleep, Bracken is..well I think he is asleep and we are just going through the plans for the next view weeks." She looked extremely tired and her head was rested against her hand like she had to hold it to keep it up right.

"You guys should go to sleep and get some rest i'll look at everything and decide what to do. You guys take a break."

"That's ok honey we're fine really."

"Mom, you look exhausted, go to sleep."

She sighs giving up, "Ok…. ok. You just don't stay up too late." And she grabs a piece of bread heading of to the bedroom.

I stare at my dad like - your turn. He shook his head. "Your mom needs her rest,"he says, "she has been working way to hard I'm fine. Trust me I will only stay up another hour."

I shake my head, but take the seat next to him.

"Ok, we need a plain…"

He sighs, "I know, the problem is we can't attack at their headquarters we don't have enough people. And they will be attacking the palace, soon we need to be there."

We talk about the plain and what we think they might d,o how to predict it, and how to take they plains from them. For another hour, soon my dad drifts of to sleep, his head resting in his hand. Then soon enough he is snoring. I laugh silently to myself shaking my head. God, I think, I just wish it was always like this me with my family. I pull the chair out from the table and carry my snoring dad into bed. I set him down on his bed next to mom who is in silent gentle sleep. I look over at Bracken who is in a ball at the front of his bed in deep exhausted sleep. I lean over and kiss him on the head. "Good night." I say in hushed voice.

I walk out of the room and go into the living room laying next to my sister , Linnie, she turns around towards me and smiles. I roll my eyes

"Come on you should be sleeping Lennie."

She shakes her head and smiles her adorable smile."No Bebe, I wanted to wait for you I can't sleep when your not holding me."

I wrap my arms around her pack stretching out my legs and squizing her tightly."

"Bebe", she whispers," I miss you and wove you."

"I know," I whisper back,"I know, and I love you too."

She holds onto the arms I've rapped around her and I can tell she's not planning on letting go. Coco comes back from the door and lays next to us moaning softly I scratch his head and slowly drift off to sleep.

So sorry that took so long and I hope it doesn't seem rushed, but I need to get this stuff out before you get to the really exciting part. The next chapter might be in about a week and a half. Because I have finals and stuff. Again sorry I will post more regularly it's just school is getting in the way. Anyway peace out homies :) ;)

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