~Lizzy~
As soon as the boy-Keith- leaves, I aim for as many Galra soldiers as I can. The gun has no reload as far as I can see and it appears to shoot some form of watered down plasma.
The soldiers, being robotic, do not fall as easily as I would suspect them to fall had they been human. I quickly duck back to the wall as they shoot back.
I'm going to be overwhelmed. So close to freedom.
Instead of the despair I expected, I feel a wave of determination.
Those humans, my people, will get out of here. Even if I don't.
I peek from the corner and quickly shoot the two nearest soldiers. They fall but the others keep moving forward. I feel the air hiss as a shot streaks past my ear.
They're moving too fast, I think frantically. At this point, Kieth and the Blue one won't have time to escape.
I take a deep breath and shoot the last three soldiers and quiet sets over everything.
I actually did it.
Shots ring out. It takes a few precious seconds to realize they come from the wrong direction.
My gun hand swirls around and I begin shooting blindly behind me. I manage to get a few good shots in before a searing pain in my arm makes me stumble and a cry rips from my throat.
With fury I didn't even know I possessed, I shoot back. And suddenly, a red blur appears from the corridor and cuts down the soldiers with the swipe of his sword. I recognize him in an instant.
"Keith!"
The boy runs towards me followed by a darker boy with a blue suit.
"And I'm Lance." The Blue boy says when he gets close enough. He winks at me and extends his hand. I wince as I try to lift mine.
The wound isn't that bad; it completely grazed me. But still, it burns like a son-of-a-bitch.
"Are you okay?" Keith asks looking at my arm.
"It's just a graze." I tell him.
"So... do you come here often? How did you even get here?" Lance asks. I'm a bit uncomfortable with all the attention. It's been months, or maybe even a year, since I've had so many humans around me. I was never the most social person to begin with; and now, I can't even imagine making a conversation with more than one person at a time.
"We don't have time for this, Lance. Shiro and Hunk are diverting the Galra's attention. We have to go." Keith says and starts running back to the direction they came from.
Lance looks at me and smiles widely. "After you, sweetness."
"Don't call me that." I holster the gun and start after Keith.
"What so I call you then?" He says as he catches up. "Darling? Princess? Baby girl?"
"Lizzy."
"Just that?" He pouts and I don't even bother to respond. I can already taste the fresh air. The smell of rain. Home. After all this time...could it be? Could I actually be on the brink to escape...
Surely a dream isn't this vivid. Right?
As I run, there is only one thing I can think about: freedom.