But now, after the dust had settled, the entire world knew there were two of us. Lila was working for Daxton, who had to be holding something over her. Whatever it was must have been a matter of life or death, because the Lila Hart I knew, while not particularly brave, would have never openly supported the government that had murdered her father and turned her mother into a fugitive rebel. Not like this. Not unless there was a gun to her head—or someone else’s.
There was little we could do about Lila’s sudden change in allegiance now, though, and in the meantime, I was working for Knox and the Blackcoats. He had plenty to hold over me, but none of it mattered, because Knox didn’t want me here. I was in Elsewhere because I wanted to be. I was about to speak in front of countless Americans because it was the right thing to do. And no matter how many times he tried to intimidate me into leaving, nothing would make me change my mind.
“I look exactly like Lila, and everyone in this damn place knows it,” I said firmly. “You’re just beginning to see the differences more clearly. There were two boys in my group home—they were identical twins, and no one could tell them apart at first. But the more we got to know them, the easier—”
“You can spare me. I know how telling twins apart works.” His scowl deepened, and I wondered what I’d said to upset him. But it was gone as soon as it came, and someone must have talked in his ear, because he stopped fussing with my hair and touched the piece. “All right. Kitty—they’re ready for you. Remember your talking points, and for once, would you please stick to them?”
I shook my hair out, letting the shoulder-length blond bob fall wherever it wanted. “Do I get to tell my version of events, or yours?”
“I want you to tell the truth,” he said. “The entire truth. We can’t afford lies and misdirection anymore, not when Lila and Daxton are the ones feeding them directly to the people.”
The corners of my mouth tugged upward in a slow smile. “Really? The entire truth?”
His dark eyes met mine, and he leaned in until I could see the gray that ringed his irises. “Every last bit of it.”
Whatever his reasoning was—whatever he was using me for—I didn’t care. He was giving me permission to be myself for the first time in months, and I wasn’t going to turn him down.
Someone had fixed a bright light over my spot behind a makeshift podium, and I climbed back up the steps and walked over, my boots thumping against the wooden planks. Hundreds of faces stared up at me expectantly, but the more I focused, the more discontent I saw in the crowd. The people of Elsewhere, who had not only survived the battle, but in some cases an entire lifetime of captivity, were less forgiving than most. During my few days here as a prisoner, I’d been beaten up and threatened more times than I could count. They were hostile, merciless, and quick to protect their own skins above all else.
But this was different. The government had cut off several of Elsewhere’s key supply lines and destroyed most of the stores in the battle, and the more time that passed, the fewer resources Knox and the Blackcoats had to take care of everyone. They were going hungry, slowly but surely, and if I didn’t do this—if I couldn’t convince the people to listen—then we would soon starve. And they knew it.
I cleared my throat. The microphone hooked up to the podium amplified my voice, making it echo through the square. Two weeks ago, a cage had stood in the center, and every evening, insubordinate citizens had been forced to fight to the death for a second chance. Now only a twisted lump of melted steel remained.
Things in Elsewhere weren’t easy, and they wouldn’t be for a long time. But at least that ruined cage was a reminder that they were marginally better than before.
In my peripheral vision, Knox stood with his arms crossed, giving me a look, and I didn’t need to hear him to know what he was trying to tell me. They wouldn’t be able to hold the broadcast channel open forever. If I wanted the five hundred million people who lived in the United States to hear me, I had to start talking.
I pushed the number from my mind and held my head high. This wasn’t about me. This was about the rebellion, about freedom, about doing the right thing for the people—I was just the mouthpiece. Nothing more.
“Good afternoon,” I said, and for the first time, I used my own voice and accent instead of the dialect I’d painstakingly learned in September. “As I’m sure you’ve put together by now, my name is not Lila Hart.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd, and Knox took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling slowly. His lips were pressed together, and even from twenty feet away, I could see the fear and anticipation in his eyes. We were both keenly aware of how much was riding on this.
“My name is Kitty Doe, and seventeen years ago, I was born here, in Section X of Elsewhere,” I said. “My biological mother is Hannah Mercer, and my biological father was Prime Minister Daxton Hart.”
These were facts I had only become aware of two weeks earlier, when Hannah—my mother—had confessed her affair with the Prime Minister. The words stuck in my throat, and even after repeating them countless times to myself, they still didn’t feel real.
“I was lucky,” I continued. “Because of who my father was, he had the power to make arrangements for me outside Elsewhere, in a group home for Extras and orphans in Washington, D.C. I am, as far as I know, the only person to ever leave Elsewhere.”
Once someone was convicted of a crime, no matter how innocent or small, they were sent to Elsewhere for life. Population control, I’d been told by Augusta Hart, Daxton’s cold-blooded bitch of a mother. In reality, it was just one more way for the government to assert control over the people.
“I was raised in a group home with thirty-nine other children,” I said. “I thought it was a relatively normal life. I went to school. I played with the other kids. We dodged Shields, snuck into markets, and imagined what our lives would be like after we turned seventeen, when we would take the test and become adults. But there was one thing no one had ever told us—that the freedom we’d imagined, getting to make our own choices and deciding what our lives would be like...that was all an illusion.
“We were naive to believe it, but we never knew to question it until it was too late,” I added. “We’re all given ranks based on that single test. Compared to the rest of the population and put in our place. A low II, a high VI—it doesn’t matter. Our lives are never in our own hands. Our rank dictates everything. Our jobs. Our homes. Our neighbors. Where we live, what we do all day, the amount of food and care we’re allowed—it can even decide when we die. Some of you have been lucky enough to have easy jobs, ones that don’t take an insurmountable toll on your body. But others aren’t so lucky.
“I wasn’t one of the lucky ones.” I turned around and swept my hair aside, revealing the VII tattooed on the back of my neck and a scarred X running through it. I let the camera linger for several seconds before I turned around. “What you see now is a VII, but the ridges underneath will tell you my real rank—a III. I was assigned to clean sewers far away from my home and the only family I’d ever known. It’s good, honest work,” I added. “But it wasn’t what I’d dreamed of doing. I was one more cog in a machine too big for any of us to fully comprehend, and because I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving my loved ones, I chose to go underground and hide in a brothel instead.”
At some point while I’d been speaking, Benjy had joined Knox on the side of the stage, his red hair fiery in the sunlight and the look on his freckled face relaxed and encouraging. I flashed him a small smile. He was the reason I’d risked my life and entire future to stay, but he was mine—he was private, and while anyone in Elsewhere could see the pair of us walking around together, working on target practice or tending to the recovering victims of the battle, I wasn’t going to tell the world about him. He was the chink in my armor, and I wouldn’t give anyone the opportunity to use him against me.
“If you’ll bear with me, I promise this all has a point,” I said