"YOU!" Lance cried out through clenched teeth when he saw the man on the ground.

The man was standing in between where the hallway and the doorway of the prison cell met. His hands were cuffed behind his back while both his arms being held firmly by two different men while the third man open the door to the prison cell. The men then threw him into the cell making the man fall face first into pavement of the ground.

Lance walked over to the boy on the ground, "How could you even have the audacity to come here!...After what you did!" Lance's voice was seething with anger but he kept screaming at the man laying on the cell ground.

The boy on the ground looked up at Lance, nose bleeding from the earlier hit of the concrete to his face. The boys dark black bangs hid his eyes from lances sight, but Lance saw how the deep blue and red spots on his cheek formed purple bruises which decorated his face.

It made Lance notice how beautiful his porcelain skin was.

The only other thing distracting Lance from his skin was the nasty scar that sat on his face as well

It took place on the top of his cheekbone and went down to the underneath of his chin. He was wearing a pair of dark black jeans and a tight red T-shirt.

Lance drew his eyes away from the mans clothes as he continued to yell.

The man crouched on his knees and listened to him let all the pent up anger flow through him with his words, and kept quiet.

After Lance got out all the screaming he could, he was breathing hard from not getting enough air.

He started to catch his breath when he heard a little, "What are you talking about?" It was weak and frail but lance didn't miss a single syllable come out of the man on the grounds mouth.

Having nothing else to say, lance clinched his fists. He walked over to the man, who was on his knees in the cell, and dragged his hand across his face, so hard you could hear the slap echo in the hallway.

The mans head swung to the side because the impact and he let his head hang there for a second.

Lance clenched his firsts again and opened his mouth to yell some more when the door on the opposite side of the hall opened, a tall man with black and white hair walked out the door. He had a long, thin scar across his cheeks and nose, it made him look intimidating. But when the man met Lance' eyes he looked shocked.

"Sir! I didn't expect you to be her-" the soldier started but Lance cut him off.

"Shiro! I want all the details you have on this low life...and now!" Lance told the soldier as he walked out of the cell into the hallway. The 3 soldiers going to the cell and closing the door behind him.

"Well, we know his name is Keith Kogane, he is around 19 years old. We know he's half galra-" Shiro started, but The Prince once again cut him off. "HALF Galra?" Lance asked, putting extra emphasis on the word 'Half'.

"Umm yes sir, we aren't exactly sure what his other half is.."

"I've already told you it's human!" Keith yells, one of the soldiers smack him to make him shut up.

Lance looks back over to Shiro, "that's what he keeps saying, but we aren't taking any chances." Shiro continues.

"Also we found him with this bag." Shiro passes the bag over to lance, "He said he was 'running away' from the Galra." Shiro rolled his eyes.

Lance forcefully takes the bag from Shiro and empty's it out on the floor.

Lance looks around at everything on the ground, a knife, a few hair-bows, some bread, and a picture. Lance picks up the picture and examines it. It's a picture of Keith but he looks around 6 years old, and a full-Galra woman. She's very pretty based off of most Galras Lance has seen. Lance picks up the picture and puts it into his pants pocket.

"You can take the rest." Lance says as he walks away from the cell room. "Oh and Shiro!" Lance hollers over his shoulder. "You will now be Keith's main guard do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" Shiro calls back, watching Lance disappear around the corner of the hallway.