Hi guys! Sorry this took so long! I fell asleep writing it! oops...

So I was thinking I might write another story to go with this with OC's and a new Selection with Maxon and (put name here)'s kid/kids. Tell me what you think. :) If you like the idea, then tell me in a review or PM. I DO NOT want OC forms yet. Not until I know people are on board with this.

All rights to Kiera Cass, who wrote the Selection Trilogy... AND WHO'S WRITING A NEW SERIES!

Chapter 15

(Celeste's POV)

When the sirens went off, it was already too late for me. A rebel had gotten past the guards in front of my room, and had taken me away. I remember screaming profanities at the lousy son-of-a bitch. He just held me tighter, cutting off my circulation and effectively shutting me up. I couldn't believe that no one saw what was happening to me. I was an Elite, and no one came to check that I was safe! What type of people are allowed to work at the palace? Because I'm pretty sure everyone was supposed to put themselves between the Selected and danger.

We were already in the rebel's base camp (in Angeles!), and of course, everyone was happy to see me there. I tried hard not to cry (I project the persona of a dramatic and narcissistic brat, but doesn't mean I actually am one). One of the most repulsive of them came up to me and started talking in a husky and predatory voice.

"Celeste Newsome," he snickers "I hear you like to show off your beauty."

Every person in the room hushed to a quiet whisper, waiting in anticipation for whatever this man was about to say.

"How about we let you show the capital what the rebels call beauty." he took out a knife and two others tied me to a chair.

Suddenly my left cheek felt like it was on fire, and I knew that he had cut me. I winced at the pain, but would not let them see how badly it hurt me.

"Tough girl, huh? Okay, then lets continue."

(America's POV)

I woke up in the palace's hospital. Was this going to happen with every rebel attack?

I looked around the room, hoping to find Maxon, but he wasn't there. I was shocked. I mean, I didn't expect him to wait for me, but I would have at least thought that he would be close by. I was about to die...

"What day is it?" I asked, willing someone in the room to hear me.

No one answered.

"Hello?" I yelled, "Anyone here? Hello?"

Silence.

(Maxon's POV)

America was still comatose after a week, and it was scaring me to death. How could the doctors not have seen the small hole on the side of her stomach? How could they have missed something that important when in surgery?

We had all thought that she was better, but really this whole week she was bleeding internally, becoming weaker and weaker as the days went on. Running as fast as she could to get away from the rebels didn't help matters much either.

I let out a frustrated groan. Why did I have to be so romantic and lead her outside to the gardens? Why did I have to spend so much time talking instead of just asking her to marry me? Why didn't I carry her to the entrance of the safe room when I saw the pained look on her face? Why, why, why?

Just to make things worse, Lady Celeste was kidnapped by the Southern rebels, and we had no clue where their headquarters were. Every day we spent searching for her was another day lost. Every night we didn't find her, we lost hope. At this rate, by the time we actually found her, she'd be dead.

I couldn't handle the constant guilt I felt inside. It was eating me apart, and there was nothing I could do to fix it.

Okay, I know the first part was a bit violent, but I think we all needed to see how bad the southern rebels really were. Anyways, hope you liked it. Remember, PM and review, follow and favorite, and if you think that my idea for a new story (I will still be writing this one, but it's just another one to keep us waiting) is a good one, tell me! Thanks for reading guys!

-Property of Illea