I'm trying so hard not to laugh right now. You all sent the same answers to my question.
"100% yes. She will say yes!"
Well, we'll see...
All rights to Kiera Cass, the writer of the Selection Trilogy.
Chapter Thirteen
(America's POV)
Just as I was about to answer, the sirens went off.
Gunshots sounded all around us and I finally sprang into motion again. I grabbed Maxon's arm and started running for the door. As we get closer, guards started surrounding us. They ushered us through the hallways as fast as possible, but it was no use. The large safe room was too far away, and though there were smaller ones around the palace, it didn't look as though we would be close enough to get in one. Hiding was our best option.
We passed the dining hall, and I saw rebels firing guns in our direction. They knew where we were. We stopped, knowing that a large mass of people would attract too much attention from the rebels. I was about to suggest that we split up, when I heard a noise come from around the corner.
"Zeena, Andrea, Lily; you stay here! I'll look for the book!" one of the rebel's ordered. "I will go with the others and secure station in front of the palace."
The book. Now I knew what they were looking for. I was right. I turned to look at Maxon, and saw him nod. He had heard them as well.
Slowly moving so that he was next to me, Maxon whispered in my ear. "We both know where they are, but promise me, America, if they find us, if they hurt us, you won't tell them anything."
I looked him in the eyes, "I promise, Maxon," I said, trying hard not to shake at the thought of rebels capturing either one of us, "I won't tell them anything."
He pecked me on the cheek. "Guards, disperse. We will have to hide. There is no time to find a safe room." Maxon ordered.
They all saluted and left. Except one. Officer Neilson. The one that I 'met' on my first day at the palace- if you could call fainting into his arms meeting him.
"With all due respect, Prince Maxon, I will not leave a royal and, for that matter, an almost-royal in the palace alone during the attack. I will not obey that last order. Not until I know you are both protected and safe." He said, using what I liked to call a soldier's voice.
There was no use in arguing with him. We continued on down the hall with Officer Neilson at our backs. While we ran through the already trashed hallways, we looked for any place to hide in. So far there were none.
This was so infuriating. Why did the rebels care this much? What was in the rest of those diaries that was so important to them?
I was trying to think of places we could go to that the rebels might not have known about, when I heard a pained grunt behind me. Officer Neilson had been hit. He was sinking on to the floor, when he said words that I dreaded.
"I'm s-sorry, your highness." He convulsed, "Go before they find you-" and he was motionless.
Maxon bent down and closed the Officer's eyes, and then turned to me.
"Whoever threw that knife was close-by. We need to get out of here, America." He said urgently.
I looked around, trying to figure out where we were, when I saw the Women's room.
If I remembered correctly, there was an entrance to the main cavern-like safe room in there. All we had to do was get there and we would be safe.
I took Maxon's hand in mine and pulled him up quickly. "I know a way out of this!" I started to run for the Women's room as fast as I could.
When Maxon finally realized what I was talking about, he sped up our pace, sprinting as fast as he could.
Finally, we reached the hidden entrance and Maxon knocked on it in some sort of pattern. After a few seconds, the door swung open and a guard ushered us through the door rapidly.
"Prince Maxon, are you alright, sir?" he asked, trying to hide his worry.
"Yes, yes... I'm fine. We both are. Now let's go." Maxon said and we began descending the stairs.
We hurried to the cavern's door and ran in the large room like our lives were depending on it.
I wasn't ready for the scene in front of us.
So that was chapter thirteen. I think its funny that all of you automatically thought that she would say yes. I mean consider this a wake-up call folks. The palace is still under constant rebel attacks. duh. I thought everyone would know my writing style by now and realize that I loved action and violence. *shakes head* guess not. :) oh well. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be out in an hour or so. review, PM, follow, and favorite!
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-Property of Illea