Hi world. I am really upset now because USA is losing in speed skating. :( We are winning in all the extreme sports though! (Kinda saw that one coming.)

Hope you like this new chapter. Took a while to write, and I know some of you were mad that it did. I will try to write faster, but this week has been really hard for me because of all the school work I have been receiving. I hate high school. :P

All rights to Kiera Cass.

Chapter Nineteen

(America's POV)

Something was off. After worrying Maxon about the other Selected, I sat in my new room alone, thinking.

How did the rebels completely skip over my room and Kriss's, if Kriss was screaming the whole time? The probably could have heard her from downstairs if she screamed as loud as I thought. Why did the rebels go to Celeste's room if Kriss's and mine were closer? The more I thought about it, the less Kriss's story made sense. If the rebels were so close to her and Elise when they were running, then they would have gotten captured as well. How did they run fast enough in high heels and dresses?

Everything felt off-kilter, and I was going to figure out why. Now more than ever, I could use being the future princess of Illea to my advantage. I got up and immediately started planning. This was going to be hard, but if it meant finding out the truth about what happened that night, then I would do anything.

(Commander Bellamont's POV)

I wouldn't deny it; I loved the look on her face each time I hurt her. Her pure agony gave me an adrenaline rush, her tear streaked face made me love being a rebel, and the opened wounds all over her mangled body sent shivers up my spine- I loved it. I felt powerful every time I changed weapons. I felt alive.

Hurting people was like a game to me.I won when I got information. I won when they helped our cause in the end. I won every time a heart stopped beating. Celeste Newsome was breaking, and I knew that pretty soon I would be victorious again.

(Kriss's POV)

I was pacing in my room, trying to figure out what was taking Zeena so long.

Acting like my dress was caught in the bed was the best idea I had ever had. No one suspected a thing as far as i knew, and I would keep it that way if I could. I loved how everyone thought I was so weak; how I could get away with anything and anyone here would point the blame on a random guard, or one of the other Elite. I couldn't do anything wrong, not as far as anyone here knew.

I started walking towards the old oak tree at the end of the gardens- our meeting place. I was a few feet from the tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. I jumped.

"Took you long enough," I spun around and sighed with relief. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

I shook my head and laughed. "You think I would miss this? Miss the opportunity to hurt Maxon the way he hurt me?" I said, "No way. He will get what he deserves."

Zeena nodded her head, "Good. Keep that anger. Keep the hatred. Those two things will help both you and the rebels when we attack again."

I smiled, "And hows our girl doing at the camp?" I ask, "I hope you're treating her well."

Something flashed in Zeena's eyes before she answered.

"Celeste is having the time of her life, I presume. Last time I checked, she was bleeding on the ground, barely conscious as they poured alcohol on her wounds. They were planning on letting her heal before they started torturing her again. I'm not sure that will happen at this point though, and she still hasn't divulged any information on the books. Keeping her captive has been useless for us." she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

I only cared that she was getting hurt, that she was paying for all the terrible things she had done to the other Selected this year. Hearing about her in such a vulnerable state made me happy. The spoiled brat was finally getting what she deserved.

We continued talking and strategizing for an hour before I decided it was time for me to go. No need to raise any suspicion about my whereabouts.

"I guess we will see each other in a few days. I'll leave the doors open for you." I said, watching her as she laughed.

I turned and started walking back through the gardens. I couldn't control my roaming thoughts as I made my way past the 'famous' bench. What had America done to win Maxon's heart? What happened to make Maxon love her more than me?

I shook my head. It didn't matter. She got the ring and she will get the crown.

In the end, she will not be the winner though.

So I wanted to say sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out! I was really busy with school work and other stuff, so I didn't have any time to write. I'm pretty sure this week will be a bit better as far as schedules are concerned. I will try to get at least four more chapters finished by Friday. By the way, have you all read the Selection Stories? Aspens POV was so interesting. I feel so bad about killing him now. :( He was so much sweeter and cooler than I thought he was in the other books. I kept thinking Lucy was right to have a crush on him. I understand him better now more than ever. Makes me wonder how the ending of The One will go.

Anyways, please review, PM, follow and favorite if you like my writing. :) Thanks for reading!

-Property of Illea