Chapter 3
(Pidge's POV )
'Run… just don't stop running.' I repeat those words over and over in my head. I'm exhausted, but Keith is still chasing after me, and somehow he's catching up. I push myself again, giving everything I have. 'This does not end here!'
I turn left down another hallway, narrowly missing sharp claws. 'How is he not tired? We've been fighting for at least an hour now… That doesn't matter, just stick to the plan and everything will be fine.' Allura's words. They didn't really help, not then and definitely not now. ( Being the bait absolutely sucks! Unfortunately, that's what you get for drawing the short straw, isn't it?)
The plan will work. I cling to that belief as I speed up once more. 'I just have to get him down one more hallway. Only one more-' I make one last right turn, Keith right behind me.
BAM!
Allura timed it perfectly. The second I ran past her she lifted her staff and one second later Keith ran right into their trap. Alurra hit him on his back, the force of the blow sent him flying – right into the sell that Coran and Hunk had set up. They activated the force field, sealing Keith in.
"What do you know? The plan actually worked." Hunk says with a nervous laugh. He slowly slides down the wall, looking just as exhausted as we all must feel. I sit down next to him, laughing slightly at the look of utter disbelief on his face. We all sit there in silence for probably ten seconds -or ticks or whatever you want to call them.
I close my eyes, but open them again when Allura speaks, "Is every one alright?" her voice is soft, sad. Four solemn heads nod in reply. We all look at Keith, still in his Galra-form, silently scratching the force field separating us. I am overwhelmed by all the emotions that wash over me. I've never had much success with situations involving so much emotion. Especially not if they're my emotions.
The blood on my clothes and face has already dried. Lance's blood…
"I'm going to take a shower now." I say as I get up.
No one protests.
(Lance's POV)
I'm in a healing pod. How do I know that? Because it's really dark and really, really cold and because of the fact that I can't move. Being in a pod isn't really the most amazing feeling in the world. It kind of feels like you're floating underwater- in the darkest, coldest part of the ocean- about to drown but somehow still managing to hold your breath for one second longer.
However the worst thing about being in a pod isn't really the feeling of drowning, it's the nightmares being replayed over and over. They usually just focus on the event that lead to you being in the pod. I don't know why it does that though…
The memory that's currently playing out in front of me, is exactly that: the memory of what happened to me before ending up in the pod. It isn't a pretty sight. I take a deep breath as I am pulled into it. Again…
Keith lunges forward. I desperately scramble to the left, screaming as his claws rip through my shirt, cutting deep into the skin on my right arm. The wound burns like fire, the blood runs down my arm like long, red ribbons.
The smell of blood fills the room. Keith – it pounces again, this time I can't get away fast enough. I'm pinned to the floor. It smiles at me again, claws digging into my wrists. More blood flows down my arms. I couldn't hold back the screams as it sinks its fangs into my shoulder. I kick my legs in a futile attempt at escape… It pulls away, ripping out a large chunk of flesh. I scream at the top of my lungs. The pain is blinding. Tears flow down my face.
This only seems to please the creature. It licks its lips and takes another bite, from my left arm this time. My screaming is hysterical now. The pain is like nothing I've ever experienced, like an unstoppable wildfire it completely consumes me. I struggle to stay conscious.
The monster doesn't stop, the blood-lust is too powerful. It laughs as it rips out bigger pieces from my chest, stomach and legs. Blood covering the walls. Painting the whole world red.
Just as I'm about to give up and accept my fate, the creature stops it's feasting. It turns to look at something that I can't see. I cough up more blood. I can faintly hear someone yelling…
"Lance!" everyone yells as I open my eyes.
author note: so sorry for taking so long with this chapter! School was a bit hectic this week.
Thank you so much for all of the reviews! They really make my day! I will definitely be continuing this story, so don't worry 😁
