Hello everyone! Sorry for the long long delay. Life has kept me very busy. However; I am not abandoning this story! I have no idea myself as to when I will update again, but I want to keep doing so! Thank you for being patient. Thank you for understanding.

WARNING BLOOD AND SLIGHT GORE AHEAD! Also murder/blood fetish? YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Sorry about the fetish.

Italics mean flashback

Time passed in a blur. It hurt so much. Pain. Her eyes squinted open, only to flinch at the bright light.

"Shit…. lo… you… blood… door. Wha… Better be goo… Pidge!?"

Annoyed slightly panicked.

"Don't know! Showed…. Here! Bleeding badly, need…."

The sound of plastic crinkling.

Was that pathetic whining coming from her?

"….ma, pain killers. Get Bee…staunch blood."

She was flying. Which made absolutely no sense… Wasn't she on the ground? Where was she anyways? Too tired….

Darkness.

Fire. She was burning. Pain. Pain. Pain. Cold pokes repeatedly, like ice stabbing into her. Digging deeper and deeper into her. Who was screaming?

"…ma! Hold her…Shit! Bee… hurry up with… Can't hold her down!"

"I'm trying dip…..Hang in… OW! Stop… hair!"

She couldn't breathe. Where was the air? Warmth against her face. Oh… There it was…

"That's it…. Easy Pidge… we… you." A soothing voice.

Blurred light. White hair. Red smeared gold. Dark skin with steady red hands. Tears. Hers?

"Got it! Fuck…. How… take…let? Ro..pressure! Don't want…out!" A deep voice.

How much time had passed? Everything was spinning… Did she go to an amusement park? Dark spots. Pressure, and a prick.

"I know! Fuck… She owes me! Lidocaine in…Ny… needs more…gen."

"Working on it! I can…do..at…time!" Soothing touches. Fingers? Yes, fingers through her hair. A distraction perhaps? "You're gonna be ok….Shhh…" The warmth was stronger.

Darkness. Numbness. Peace.

Tension was running high in the room. So thick you could cut it with a knife. Sweat pooled down his cheek. Was it him, or was it hot in there? His throat bobbed nervously as he swallowed his saliva. He had to keep himself composed. Or he'd risk revealing a weakness. The screen flickered as he awaited the beginning of the meeting.

The sliding doors of oak wood opened, and in came their leader. Eyes followed him and his trusted bodyguard as they made their way to their positions.

Their leader sat upon his throne, and his gaze trailed across the room.

The tension rocketed, and everyone could tell their ruler was annoyed. Which oh goodie… meant he would have to play the peace maker once again. He just couldn't get a break, could he?

Their pack leader sighed in frustration. "This better be good. I was in the middle of making important plans."

His shadow snorted, and whistled innocently at the glare the head honcho sent him.

"As I was saying, this better be good."

The representative of the Blue division spoke up.

"High ruler, we've detected more movement from the Galra," he paused, "Lotor is alive."

Whispers broke out in the room, rising in volume.

Yellow groaned, as his head hit his keyboard. So, their assassination attempt failed. He felt bad for the goons of the Galra they managed to sway to their side… They were all most likely dead.

The shadow raised his hand, and silence fell upon the room.

The boss sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "I knew it wouldn't be this easy. Still this is quite disappointing to hear." His violet gaze landed on his computer screen, and Yellow groaned. He really hated talking in front of a crowd. He just got so nervous!

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his voice modulator. "Calm yourself Black. White is still undercover in the field, and stop flaunting your killing intent! You're scaring my division!" He whined.

Black snorted, and lessened his pressure. "What doesn't kill them makes them stronger Yellow."

He grumbled. "No, but it will mentally scar them and make them have nightmares of their pack leader trying to kill them…"

A snort escaped the shadow, who was wearing a red ski mask? "True that Yellow. Black is intimidating and oh so scary."

Black growled at him. "Be quiet Red. Now is not the time for pleasantries. We need to figure out Lotor's next move.

Red placed his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Easy there, I'm just trying to relax the room. We're all too tense."

Yellow sighed and shook his head. Leave it to Red to trigger Black's temper.

Black's lips twitched into a wolfish smirk. "Oh? If you're trying to lighten the mood, how about you remove that ski mask?"

Red stiffened and crossed his arms. "I prefer not to."

Their pack leader chuckled. "That's what I thought, you chicken."

Oh boy… Here we go.

"Excuse me?! I am not a chicken! If anything, I'm a rooster with how fine I am!" Red poked their leader in the forehead.

Black snarled and tackled him to the floor.

Chants of "Fight Fight fight!" echoing in the room.

"That the best you got?! Oh shit! Black no knives!" Red rolled away as three knives embedded themselves into the tatami mat floor.

Yellow stared longingly at the spot Blue would be. If only they weren't on a mission. Blue would be able to calm them all down significantly… With threats of violence.

"You can't tell me what to do Red!" He snarled and hurled more knives at him.

Red yelped as one nicked his arm. "Dude! This was my favorite jacket! Not cool Black!"

The Blue representative sighed, and stood up. He quickly grabbed both of them by the back of their jackets and promptly slammed their heads together. "If you children are done, Yellow had some information to share regarding White's latest infiltration mission…." He grumbled as he sat down. "I'm too old for this…Blue why did you make me do this… I have a shop to run…" He mumbled.

Red and Black groaned on the floor.

Black glared fiercely at the Blue representative, before snarling and stalking back to his seat. He knew that head smack was from Blue personally. With a grumble he threw his feet a top the back of Red, and made himself comfortable.

You would think that the leader of a powerful underground family would act more mature… However, that was far from the case, and one of the reasons he and his family were one of the strongest in the world. No one could predict them. Their group of chaos was controlled, and nothing was more dangerous than controlled chaos. It made them a force to be reckoned with.

Ignoring Red's grumbling, he made himself comfortable in his throne, and gestured. "Continue Yellow."

He chuckled, and his screen flickered yellow before show casing a series of photos. "White has managed to dig up more information. Lotor has him stationed rather low on the power ladder, so for the time being his information is limited. Once he moves up in the ranks, they will grant him more." He touched his screen and a file of photos flickered open. "Rumor is Lotor is currently in Hong Kong, celebrating his survival." He did air quotes.

Red snickered from his position below Black's feet. "Wow, egocentric much?"

Black kicked him and nodded. "Continue."

"You would think, for an almost successful assassination attempt Lotor would be much more cautious… Yet his security is split in two…" He hummed in thought. "From what I gather, Lotor is making himself a distraction. While his second group of forces…" He slid his finger across the screen to run a DnD simulation. The pawns representing Lotor's forces. "Is working to attack one of our allies in the coalition, The Blade." He leaned back in his seat. "This is all speculation on my part. White is gathering more data for me."

Black hummed in thought. Something wasn't sitting right in his gut. There was more to this… "Any movement from Zarkon's forces?"

Yellow grunted as he tapped his screen. Computers were not his strong point. He was an analyst, a strategist…. He sighed. "Nothing from here. Zarkon has been quiet since Lotor took over the Galra…" He glanced at his leader. "Do you think he's up to something?"

Black sighed and pushed himself up and off his throne. Making sure to put extra pressure on Red's back. He ignored the pained squawk from his shadow. "Most likely. He was not happy that his son decided to over throw him. I'm sure his section of the Galra that are loyal to him are gathering forces… Add another task to White's list. We need more intel on them." He leaned against the wooden support beam and stared at his forces.

Yellow nodded. "Now, can we get down to more important business?" He smirked. Not that they could see him. He was behind a computer screen far away from them.

Black's brow rose in question. "What's this 'more important business' about? I thought we covered everything?"

The Blue representative grinned, and twirled his facial hair. "Ohoho~ We did my boy. But this business is more of the heart no?" He waggled his eyebrows.

Black cringed. "Ok gross. Please don't do that again." A blush crossed his face. "And no, absolutely not! We are not talking about that! I have it all under control!"

Red snorted with his brow raised. "Uh-huh, like the last time?"

Yellow chimed in, "And the time before that?"

Blue's representative as well, "and all the times before that?"

Black's shoulder's slouched and his face turned bright red. "SHUT UP! MEETING ADJOURNED! WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING MY LOVE LIFE!" He stomped to the door, slid it open and exited. He turned around, and glared at them all. "I hate you all." Black slammed the door shut.

Red snorted. "I almost feel bad for him… almost." He grinned cheekily.

The blue representative sighed. "Ah…. kids nowadays… Back in my day, you young lads would be lining up to ask your elders for courting advice… Why, I remember when Blue was a young- "

"Ok! No need to delve into the past!" Yellow interrupted. "I gotta get back to work. Signing off!" His screen flickered out.

The Blue representative pouted, and turned to Red. This young whipper snapper would listen to him brag about his niece if it was the last… Oh he left…

His shoulder's sagged, as he sniffled. "Ouch…." No one appreciated him.

Thace shifted his weight onto his left foot, and sighed as the gold paisley patterned couch in the suite gained red stripes. Oh dear, that would be difficult to salvage… He sighed again as the carpet gained polka dots. Hopefully the cleaning staff wouldn't mind sweeping a few phalanges from under the couch. Rubbing his face, he pulled out a cigarette from his left side coat pocket. He stuck his hand in his right coat pocket and grumbled lowly. A flickering caught his attention and he leaned into the flame.

Sendak stood there silently. His nostrils flared as he closed the lighter once Thace was lit. God he wished he could get in on the fun, but it was justice for Lotor. The crime committed was a crime against Lotor. His nostrils flared as the wall became art. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Sendak licked his lips and leaned against the wall. A grin present on his face as he watched his boss in action. A shudder wracked his body at the pained screams. He loved his job.

"Pleth! Merthy! I dun kno! ARGHHHHH!"

Cruel malicious mocking laughter echoed in the room. "You didn't know did you? Now… That's another lie right there…" He turned to Sendak. "How many lies does this make now?"

He brought his cigarette up to his lips and inhaled. His shark like teeth glinted in delight as smoke escaped from the cracks as he exhaled. "Six."

Lotor tutted mockingly. "Oh dear… Morvock, you know what that means…" He picked up the black and purple tinted butcher knife.

Morvock sobbed brokenly, as Sendak went behind his body to restrain him. "Plse! No!"

Muffled cries came to the left of Lotor, and the man sighed. He turned towards the cries and ran his fingers down his captive's cheek. Red streaks remained on tear stained pale cheeks. "Shhh, my dear, if you must blame someone for your mishap… blame your fool of a husband for daring to harm what is mine."

The woman tied to the chair continued to sob, as Lotor lowered the gag. "P-please! W-whatever my husband did take it out on him! I have children to look after please!" She choked on the snot running down her throat. Sweat drenched her body as she eyed the head of the Galra. She bit back a whimper as he tilted her head up by her chin. Her fearful gaze landed on the white-tinted with pink face mask he was wearing. How could this man, whom was working on his beauty routine! Of all things Beauty?! Be so frightening?!

"Darling, I am taking it out on him. I'm harming what he loves the most." He squeezed her cheeks tightly, making her cry out in pain. "You see, if he just stopped lying, your pain wouldn't be so bad…" He clicked his tongue and brought out the knife.

She struggled in his hold and babbled. Once her cheeks were released she whimpered. "Please! Please!"

Lotor eyed her coldly, and moved swiftly.

A loud sickening crunch echoed and screams of anguish filled the room.

Morvok closed his eyes, and turned his head away from his wife's suffering. His eye shot open as he cried out in pain.

Sendak dug his fingers into Morvok's open wound, and gripped his head. He turned it roughly toward the screaming woman. "Open your eye's rat, or the next time you lie your wife will lose more than a finger." He growled lowly into the bastard's ear.

Morvok choked on a sob and watched through blurry eyes as his wife suffered.

Lotor laughed maliciously as he licked the blood that had splattered on his lips. "See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" He brought the gag back up to the whimpering woman's chapped and bleeding lips. He wrestled it firmly back into place, and turned to face Morvok. His yellow orbs narrowed, as he approached him. Squatting down, he rested his arm on his knee, and plopped his cheek into the palm of his left hand. His other fist was closed and dangling between his legs. "Do try to tell the truth this time…" His eyes flashed a darker shade of yellow. "Or else…" Lotor brought the closed hand to eye level of Morvok and loosened his hold. In his palm was the ring finger of the man's wife. Lotor tossed the digit up and down into the air, and caught it. He clenched his fist and smirked maliciously. "Now then… From the beginning. Just when did she get into your cab?"

Morovk sobbed as Sendak loosened the grip on his head. The fingers in his wound remained.

"I-I I'm not cert'n of the e-exact time… Night. I tho it wath a boy. Thee had a batheball hat, alien tee-thrt an thorts on," he paused to cough up blood, "Her hair musth'v been thuffed in it… Thee looked like thee wath in a hurry tho I did'n athk." He spat out blood. "thee gave me the addreth. I notithed thee wath a girl when her hair thilled out of 'er cap. I wath already halth way there when I thaw the Galra text about 'er. I texted you ath fatht ath I could. Thee tharted to no'ce thumthin and athed for me to pull over for her to get out. I pull'd over an locked the doorth. I called 'er out on 'er identithy…. And…" He furrowed his brows trying to remember what had happened. He wondered if he could get away with lying again… his wife would kill him, but he was a dead man either way… He knew she was cheating on him so her pain was justified, but at the same time he needed her to take care of his kids.

As if sensing what he was thinking, Lotor picked up the switchblade that was under the couch and stabbed him in the foot.

"ARRRGTHHHHTHHHHHHH MOHER FUTHER! AGHHH!"

Lotor yanked the blade out from his foot and brought the blade closer to his throat. " . . .", he hissed, "Speak now."

Morvok whimpered, "Thee looked for a way out! The brat tharted kikin my cab windoth! I wen to thop her and we were wrethiling in the back, Thes a thnarkly lil bitch! Inthulted me thathingly! Mouth on 'er!"

Lotor's eyes narrowed, and he snapped his blood coated fingers.

Morvok's eyes widened "WHY?! I havn lied!"

Sendak threw him to the floor and put on his brass knuckles. He threw himself on the man, and started beating him viciously. Blood splattered on his face and he grinned madly. FINALLY! He could get in on the action! He didn't know when he started laughing, or when he tuned out the screams. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his blood lust haze. He reared back ready to strike who dared interrupted him. His eyes found Thace's, and he scowled. Turning back to thw bleeding pathetic shit stain on the floor, he snarled and spat on him before standing up and going to lean back where he once was. Thankfully Lotor did not say anything about the extra kick to his ribs. He looked at Lotor and nodded.

He leaned over the pathetic piece of shit and gripped his thinning hair. He brought Morvok's disfigured face up to himself by the hair. He chuckled and smirked. "Why you ask? You're more idiotic than I thought…" He brought his knee up, and smashed Morvok's face into it, satisfied at the crunch that echoed in the room. Ignoring Morvok's cry he brought his face up again and tightened his hold. "No one insults my woman… Let alone in front of me!" Lotor's lips morphed into a snarl, a hiss escaping them.

Morvok whimpered, and sobbed broken apologies.

Lotor threw him to the floor and sat on the stained couch. He crossed his legs and held out his hand.

Thace moved in to place a clean glass of wine into it. The previous one was currently in Morvok's head.

Lotor drained his wine and wiped his lower face roughly. The mask was severely cracked, and he knew his chin would be visible. He roughly set the glass on the table, and glared at the twitching form of nothing on the ground. "You are testing my patience Morvok… Now hurry it up!"

Morvok sobbed on the carpet. His life essence seeping into it. "I tharthed fithing 'er in the back. I ad to brin a gun ou un 'er. Thee throse, and I told 'er to thi thill…" Everything was spinning… He coughed and a tooth fell onto the floor. He took a shuddering breath. "I… I…." He shuddered knowing he was in for more pain… "I 'it ther wit the gun an hit 'er a bunth…thee hit th window, an wath bleedn." He couldn't see Lotor's face, or anything. His face was so swollen… But he could feel the rage in the air, it becoming so intense, the air was saturated in it. His lungs screamed for air. He whimpered more and cried out in pain when Lotor brought a sludge hammer to his side. Morvok hadn't even heard Lotor move!

"ARGHHHHH! THO! NOO! Pu-ARGHHH"

Lotor continued to slam away at the piece of shit. How dare he! How dare he harm what was his! How dare he lay his filthy hands on his little minx?! Lotor brought the hammer down onto Morvok's wrist and relished at the crack. "How dare you lay your hands on her! She is mine!" He snarled, his hair laying disheveled across his face. Stained with red. His eyes were full blown dilated. Blue slits fully visible from the intense rage he was feeling. "TRASH! VERMIN!" He brought up the hammer ready to bring it down onto his head.

Thace quickly moved and grabbed Lotor's arm. "Not yet Lotor. We need more information."

Lotor snarled at his second in command. He would murder anyone who stood in his way!

He kept his grip steady and gazed into Lotor's eyes. "We still need the address where she's hiding, and we need to know the condition she's in."

Lotor closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath. The atmosphere cleared of rage, as Thace took the sledge hammer away.

Morvok wheezed as he was finally able to inhale air. He laid on his back, gazing blankly at the ceiling. The world was spinning. He laughed humorlessly, and it became garbled from the blood leaking into his throat. "I dun kno ow thee did it…."

Lotor looked at the bloody man in disgust. "Did. What?"

"Icked me…. hard…door…. Flew off… threet lamp….M-mon..ther….thre…gth." He laughed as tears rolled down his swollen bloody eyes. The wounds on his face stinging him.

Thace sighed as he wrote down what he heard from Morvok. "That seems to match up with the scene we found… Ms. Holt certainly has the strength for that. We'll have to prepare a more suitable way for holding her once we capture her again.

Morvok laughed brokenly. "If….. you ind 'er alive." He grinned and spat out blood.

The room turned icy, and Thace sighed. He closed the book he was writing in and he stepped back.

Sendak's eyes narrowed at that, yet he couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of the blood bath.

Lotor grabbed the man by the throat and held him up. " . ?" He hissed as his grip tightened on the soon to be broken neck.

Morvok's body convulsed as he laughed. "I sho er! I sho th' bitch!" He laughed, and suddenly the wind was out of him. Over and over again. His mind blurred as he screamed. He vaguely noted Lotor had shoved his wife's ring finger into his mouth and down his throat. He didn't care.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

He continued to laugh. Morvok would never tell.

Lotor howled in rage, as he brought down the sledge hammer. He saw red. Additional screaming echoed in his ears, but he did not hear it. How dare he. How dare he. HoW dArE he! HOW DARE HE! His body heaved as red splattered everywhere. He continued hitting and hitting Morvok. Time blurred, until he dropped the hammer one last time onto the floor. Blood drenched his form, and stained him red. It slithered and dripped down his person. With a laugh he slicked his hair back. The blood acting as gel. He glanced at the once white carpet that had turned red. He laughed as he spun around on the carpet. Blood, brains and skull squelching under his feet. He stalked toward the table and grabbed the wine bottle. He chugged the bottle and smashed against the floor. With a snarl he turned towards Thace and Sendak. "FIND HER NOW THACE!"

Thace nodded, and bowed. "Vrepit Sa sir." He quickly left the room with a sigh. As he made his way to the elevator, he pinched the bridge of his nose. What a mess.

Sendak stood shaking from the scent of blood. He risked a glance at Morvok's corpse and shivered. Such beautiful art! A mastery! No hint of a head left, missing limbs, a deformed torso! It was divine! Such brutal murder! He groaned quietly.

"Sendak."

He jumped slightly and turned his gaze away from the corpse. "Boss?"

Lotor watched him from the table he was leaning up against. "Clean this mess up now. Just looking at that fucker is making my blood boil." Lotor struggled with the lighter. His hands still slick with blood.

Sendak approached him and lit his cigarette. "Understood boss. A small whimper brought his attention to the woman still tied to the chair. "And her? What do you want to do with her?"

Lotor glanced at the hysterically sobbing woman. His lips curled up in a sneer. "I don't care. She is useless to me now." He inhaled his smoke and sighed it out. He watched his commander, and smirked around his cigarette.

An unholy glint entered Sendak's eyes. He licked his lips hungrily as he leered at the bleeding woman. "May I have her Lotor?"

Lotor's brow rose, and he chuckled. "Ah. Your hunger is acting up." He tapped the ash off the cigarette before bringing it back to his lips. "No matter, do with her as you wish."

The woman's eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth. Her gag had long fallen out while Lotor was busy bashing in her husbands… her ex-husband's head. Tears continued to fall down. "P-please Lord Sinclair, please have mercy upon me. I have children to take care of!"

Lotor turned his attention to the whore and approached her. He smeared Morvoks blood onto her face as he gently stroked her face. "Of course, my dear… I will see to it personally that your children are inducted into my ranks…" He squeezed her face tightly ignoring her cry of outrage. "They will join the Galra to atone for the sins of their father." He let go of her face, and took the cigarette out of his lips. He brought it down onto her arm ignoring her thrashing screams. "And their slut of a mother will pay for his sins as well…" He chuckled cruelly and flicked the cigarette away. "I will be in another suite. Sendak, have your fun and clean up once you're done." He stalked away towards the door.

"With pleasure Lotor! Vrepit Sa!" He turned away from his boss and stalked lecherously towards the woman. He picked up the bloodied switchblade and licked the blood slicked blade. He licked it hungrily, salivating over the blade. His eyes roamed the woman's body. With a grin he pounced and slashed her arm open.

"NO! PLEASE! GOD! HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE!" She sobbed hysterically, as the man ripped off her clothes and licked her bleeding wounds.

Lotor lingered at the door for a bit. He slipped on his slippers. It wouldn't do to get blood on his new room carpet. Once Sendak had pounced he left the room and made his way to a different suite room. He had rented out the whole floor of course. So, any room was his. He picked one far down the hall so he would not overhear Sendak's activities. He opened the room and instantly broke out in a chuckle. Green and gold decorations. Of course, he would pick the one room that reminded him of his vixen. He entered the suite and closed the door. He quickly entered the lavish bathroom, and dropped his blood sullied silk pajamas. Lotor turned on the shower and closed his eyes, as the scent of iron assaulted him. He felt Morvok's disgusting blood wash off him. Reaching blindly, he grabbed his lavender scented shampoo and scrubbed his hair thoroughly. Once he rinsed the blood and shampoo off hair he lathered it in conditioner. His mind trailed off to his love as he scrubbed his body with his soap. She would be fine… His Katie was tough, a small bullet would not be her end.

Lotor leaned his forehead against the light green tile, and let out a chuckle. If anything, he would be her end. He scrubbed the bloodied face mask off and sighed. She was going to get it once she was back and safe in his arms. He would have her begging for him while he teased and punished her for her actions. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he finished rinsing his body. Now clean of blood, Lotor turned off the shower, and stepped out. Wiping the large glass vanity mirror, he gazed at his nude form. Slightly faded markings covered his entire body and his beautiful face. His lips twitched into a scowl as he re-read some of cruel and fowl language and art drawn on him. Oh yes, she would be punished for this. It had taken at least five washings and mask treatments since he awoke to even get it to slightly fade. Recovering his clothes from where they were scattered was not an easy task either… With a sigh he filled the bathtub with his special skin remedy, and tied his hair high up into a messy bun. Lotor grabbed a martini, prepared by staff while he was in the shower, and slid into the bath tub.

Lotor swirled his martini as he leaned back against the tub. Just how had she overpowered him? He couldn't remember… He sipped at the drink, and closed his eyes as his body relaxed into the water. He let his mind wander to last night. They had gotten into the elevator. She flirted with him obviously… She got off on the wrong floor trying to escape him and… His brow furrowed as he sipped more of his drink. What had happened between him loosing consciousness, and after? He inhaled and exhaled, getting himself calmed and into a trance. He saw her on the other side of the elevator… He brought his martini to his lips and finished it off. Lotor's eyes shot open in shock. He threw the glass at the wall as he started to laugh hysterically. His hands gripped his face as he laughed. Grasping his hair, he pulled a few strands out in his hysteria.

He leaned against the tub, one hand on the rim, and the other on his forehead.

The elevator dinged, and she got out on the 17th floor.

Oh, this was amazing. Such a woman!

"Wrong floor love. Honestly, I thought you knew by now that escaping is not…

He chuckled and calmed his breathing. His eyes opened.

…" He swayed, and cupped the side of his neck. "Wha?" He wobbled halfway out of the elevator, and stared at her in shock. "….did… you…..do…"

He grinned in excitement, his eyes dilating with desire and lust. He swept his bangs back, before extending his hand upward, reaching,

Pidge lowered the aim mechanism on her watch and sneered. "Lights out asshole."

He clenched his fist, as he laughed once more. "Darling… You just get more and more fascinating!" Her watch! Which he thought was just an accessory, was his undoing! That was how she overpowered him when she was so far away. Her watch was a weapon. A cleverly designed and hidden weapon! Lotor pulled himself out of the tub, not caring that he was ruining his skin regimen. He could repeat it later. Reaching out he grabbed a black silk robe and slipped it on. He had research to do. He needed to find out where she got that weapon. If he could find the manufacturer, he could find out what other products she might have purchased! He could find ways to counter them when he captured her again.

Lotor chuckled as he licked his lips. "My dear, dear Katie~ You are not getting away from me this time. I know your secret now." He dialed Thace on his mobile. "Give me a report, and I have a new task for you to look into while finding her." Lotor grinned. She wasn't going to escape him this time.

AND SCENE!~ Again I'm sorry about how long it took to get this out. I'm a medical student still studying, still taking college classes, and working. While dealing with life!

Sorry!~ No Pidge in this chapter, but you do get some new ones. ;3

So, here's the sort of timeline from last chapter. It has only been a day. Lotor was knocked out for at least 4-5 hours. When he woke up he realized pidge was gone and he was humiliated. Time has passed because Morvok was also out from Pidge attacking him. Lotor finds out about her possibly getting injured from him and boom.

Any questions please PM me and I'll be happy to answer to the best of my ability.