|Chasing The Crown
Author: theselection-divergent-thehost PM
America is an Elite, one of only six girls left in the competition. When a rebel attack leads to disastrous consequences, will it lead to a change of heart? Aspen or Maxon? Love and poverty or love and a crown? Hope or no hope? (My version of what I would like The Elite to be like) DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN 'THE SELECTION'. ALL RIGHTS GO TO KIERA CASSRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - America S. & Maxon S. - Chapters: 28 - Words: 46,690 - Reviews: 288 - Favs: 68 - Follows: 83 - Updated: 05-12-13 - Published: 03-02-13 - id: 9061018
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A/N New chapter! I am SO SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in a week or so! I feel awful :( I am so looking forward to The Elite coming out! Ahhhhhhh! I can't wait. For those Divergent fans out there, they have officially (I think) cast Theo James as Four. I am not really sure how I think about that, what's your opinion? And if you are a fan of The Host, have you seen all the clips they have released? Awesome!
Thank you to the following people for reviewing the previous chapter:
Hedwigforever, Andy205, Pll lover(23), Ines96, and Reader the Fish. Also to the Guest reviews!
"MAY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't care what people thought of me; my sister was in danger and it was all my fault. I should never have bought her here...I should never have bought her here...I should never have bought her here...
Was the last thing I thought before my head hit the floor.
And everything went black.
I wake up to see a wet cloth slide off my forehead and into my lap. Maxon's head rests on my shoulder, his snores racking down his body as his forehead creases in concern. I push him off gently and he sits up immediately, blinking a few times to regain his composure.
"Maxon." I say. "Where. Is. My. Sister?" Where is she? I can't believe this has happened. Why did I ever let her stay at the palace? It's too dangerous for anyone, especially a young girl. This thought brings back an image of the story my maids told me about Lucy: about the man who captured her. I shudder at the thought. If they dare lay a finger on my sister, I will kill them. And that is a promise.
"I-I-I don't know," he whispers, casting his head down, "We got everyone from the room you were in to the safe room, but she was already gone. I am so sorry America, but we will do everything we can to get her back." He looks so ashamed at himself, I want to throw my arms around him, but I know I can't.
I nod, but don't smile at him, "And what if everything isn't enough?"
"Then you will never forgive me and I will never forgive myself." It's a good enough answer for me, because I know it's true. I will never forgive him or the palace if May comes back to me harmed or worse. Stop, I tell myself. I have got to stop thinking so negatively.
"What about my maids?" I ask him, picturing the effect an attack this size will have on Lucy. The image isn't great.
"Lucy is safe," he assures me. "We bought her in here and she is asleep at the moment. Of the whereabouts of the other two, I'm afraid I don't know. We can only hope for the best. They could be in the Help's safe room, but there is no guarantee." I know Maxon is trying his best to calm me down, but whatever efforts he is making are not working. How can this be happening to me? How? I can feel my panic rising and soon I am taking deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Calm. But May? Oh, my Mother will never forgive me! Or my Father! Or Kota, or Kenna or Gerad. It will all be my fault.
I stick my head between my knees because I think I am about to throw up. Luckily I don't, I really don't think it would help the mood and I wouldn't want to subject some poor maid to mopping it up.
Panicked duchesses and wives to ambassadors stand crowded in corners, tears screaming down their faces. I see one woman who is praying on the floor and it brings me back to the time the rebels attacked during The Selection. I don't think rubbing these ladies shoulders will comfort them though, the danger is too near and too extreme. I can hear screams echoing from outside, and the noise of things being smashed and thumps against the door. I know they are trying to get in, and that it will only be a matter of time before the guards won't be able to resist them anymore...Guards! I think. Aspen? Where is he? I have a duty to him, and if it means compromising my relationship with Maxon, so be it.
"Um, Maxon?" I murmur. He lifts his head at the sound of my voice.
"Yes, America?" He asks, staring into my eyes.
"Do you know where Officer Leger is?" I reply, not meeting his gaze.
"What?" he asks, raising his voice slightly,"Why? What about him?" I can hear the accusation in his voice.
"Uh, I don't quite know how to say this, Maxon, but Officer Leger's name is Aspen. And Aspen is the boy that crushed my heart." I take a deep breath. I can't believe I actually told him.
"WHAT?" he shouts. "That JERK has been guarding you room for the past months?" and then quietly, "and you didn't tell me?" I can see the betray in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." I say, and I do mean it. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't. I didn't know whether you would have him removed from the palace or not. He needs the money he gets from the Draft, and he needs it to provide for his family."
"But still..." says Maxon, "You could've told me. Are you in love with him? Have you two been kissing during The Selection?" Oh no. I can't lie to him, he'll know for sure.
"Yes and no." I answer truthfully.
"Which one?" he asks.
"I have kissed him-" I begin but I am cut off.
"That's illegal, America." He says, his face expressionless.
"You didn't let me finish!" I insist. "I have kissed him, but I don't love him anymore. I love you. I love you. You are my life now and you have to believe me."
"Alright." he says, "And do you really love me? Really?"
I nod profusely. "Yes, yes I d-"
"WE HAVE THE GIRL." The speaker system in the safe room crackles to life. The voice that speaks is gruff and croaky - a man's voice almost certainly. They have May! But that is not necessarily a good thing. In fact it is almost certainly bad.
"WE HAVE THE GIRL AND YOU HAVE THE SAFE. ONE OR THE ANOTHER. TWENTY THREE HOURS, 59 MINUTES, 59 SECONDS, 58 SECONDS, 57 SECONDS, 56, 55, 54, 53." continued the voice. They have her and in a day they will k-k-kill her. And for what? What safe? What do they want?
"What safe, Maxon?" I demand.