"UGH!" Lance yelled as he stumbled backwards. Shiro had gotten the upper hand right away, shoving Lance into a nearby wall and causing him to falter. Shiro brought his glowing hand up to Lance's neck just as Lance countered it with his sword. The two struggled to push the other one off.

"Stop.. fighting me!" Shiro growled. Lance gritted his teeth. "If... If this is how I am going to be treated, I don't want to go back!" Lance yelled, shoving at Shiro with all of his strength. Shiro took a step back, enough for Lance to shoot his leg out and knock Shiro down to one knee.

Lance swung his sword down, aiming for Shiro's shoulder. Despite all this, he did not want to kill his friend. Shiro shot his arm towards Lance and their weapons clashed. The echo of metal on metal reverberated throughout the hangar. The generals stood by, though Zethrid looked ready to jump in at any moment.

"Why Shiro? Why are you doing this?" Lance demanded, his eyes tearing up. "I thought after our talk, we left on good terms!"

Shiro shoved Lance's sword to the side and lashed out towards him. Lance was quick to duck and roll out of the way. He moved a few feet back, to give Shiro space. "Please tell me! I don't want to kill you!"

Shiro stood up slowly, turning to stare Lance down. "The princess told me this was a bad idea, I told her... I told her it was OK..."

Lance froze. "Wait... you were OK with it? Then why the quiznak are we fighting?"

"I'm not OK with it... anymore.." Shiro said slowly, darting towards Lance as a flurry of attacks fell upon him. Lance blocked them with his shield, skidding slightly at the force. 'Something's wrong.' Lance thought. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Shiro's attacks; staying on the defense.

His eyes darted towards the generals, and landed on Narti.

'Narti.. Can you hear me?' He questioned as he evaded more of Shiro's attacks.

'Yes, what is it?'

'I think something is wrong with Shiro?'

'Princess Allura seems to have given him an Omestaa pill.' Narti's calm reply came. Lance faulted slightly at this, nearly getting hit by Shiro, but moved his shield just in time.

'Omestaa pill?'

'Yes. It is a rare pill that came from the Alteans during their reign. They created the Omestaa pill to control beings for a short amount of time. In this case, Shiro is being controlled by Allura, who seemingly did not approve of you and Lotor.'

'Seriously? You couldn't have mentioned this sooner?' Lance growled slightly.

'You told us to not interfere.'

'That... That isn't what I meant..' Lance groaned to himself, before yelping as Shiro sliced at him and nicked his cheek.

'OK, so how do we turn him back to normal?'

'When an Omestaa pill is used, a small mark appears on the back of the possessed's neck. If you hit that mark spot-on, it should turn him back.'

"Well obviously...' Lance scowled, dodging Shiro as he tried to check out his neck. Sure enough, a small purple circle with a strange symbol inside was tattooed on the back of Shiro's neck. Before Lance could try anything, Shiro whipped around and struck at him.

Lance wasn't able to dodge in time. Shiro pierced his shoulder, sending Lance sprawling into the ground. The searing pain in his shoulder was unbearable. Shiro sat on Lance's chest and twisted the sword and shield out of his grasp, shoving them away. Lance reached out to push at Shiro, but Shiro pressed a hard finger into Lance's shoulder, earning a hiss between Lance's teeth.

"Shiro please... I want to help you..." Lance cried out, struggling against his grip. His eyes glanced towards the generals, and they were all ready to jump in and help, despite Lance's orders telling them otherwise.

"No!" Lance shouted at them, causing Shiro above him to freeze. The generals seemed surprised but backed off. "I need to do this myself." Lance spoke, turning back to face on Shiro. Shiro glared down at him, bits of the whites in his eyes were turning slightly yellow. Lance didn't know what that meant, but it couldn't be good.

"Ughhh!" Lance growled as he used all his strength to push Shiro off. Shiro tumbled away and Lance scrambled to his feet and rushed towards his sword and shield.

He started to turn around before feeling a hard knee to his chest. Lance gasped, doubling over in pain. His sight blurred as he stumbled away from Shiro. He could sense Narti's worry but refused to call for their aid. He blinked and looked at Shiro, who kept his distance but growled threateningly at Lance.

Lance's eyes darted down and noticed a small pistol like gun on Shiro's hip. 'That's it!' Lance thought. He wasn't known for his sharpshooting skills for nothing! He just needed to get close enough to take it. Lance tossed his sword and shield to the side, deciding to lose the extra weight.

Shiro cocked his head, but yelled as he charged at Lance. Shiro's glowing hand went straight for Lance's face, but he quickly ducked and twisted under Shiro's arm. He grasped towards the gun but Shiro had followed Lance's movements like a hawk and had kicked him in the knees. Lance grunted, landing on his knees and moving out of the way of Shiro's frantic slashes.

Lance twisted around him and slipped his arms around Shiro's neck, squeezing hard. Shiro struggled to breathe, but he was more determined to kill Lance than to gain some Oxygen. He kicked his legs back and Lance wrapped his legs around Shiro's waist as he squeezed as hard as he could. Shiro faulted, and the two fell down, with Lance squished between Shiro's body and the hard cold floor.

With one arm still choking Shiro, Lance reach down to grab the gun. His finger's slid around the cool surface as he pulled it out, just as Shiro elbowed him in the pierced shoulder. Lance yelled, loosing his grip as Shiro got free.

Lance scrambled to his feet and stood back, the gun pointed at Shiro. "Shiro, you are not yourself! I am going to help you... please.. stop fighting me..."

Shiro scowled. "I have to bring you back, dead or alive." Lance blinked. "Dead or alive huh? Allura sure is a sweet thing." Lance could feel exhaustion seeping though his veins. Shiro was strong, and it was a tough fight. He couldn't understand why Shiro and Allura had been fine with him and Lotor being together one second, and then trying to capture him dead or alive the next second. Allura could be possessive, but this was pushing it.

Lance waited until Shiro charged him again before twisting around him, aiming the gun at his neck. He saw a glimpse of the mark, but before he could pull the trigger, Shiro whipped around and lashed at him. The two continued to dance around endlessly for what seemed like forever. Lance was getting frustrated. Even with his skills, without a clear shot, it was useless.

Shiro managed to slice into Lance's other shoulder, making Lance cry out.

"LANCE!" A loud voice boomed throughout the hangar. Lance and Shiro both froze, as Lance turned towards the generals. Standing with his hands on Zethrid and Ezor's shoulders, his hair disheveled, and a panicked look on his face; was Lotor.

"L-lotor...?" Lance gasped. Lotor's eyes were locked on him, but Lance remembered what Zethrid had said about being distracted. Lance turn towards Shiro and was thankful that Lotor had also caught Shiro's attention; his neck exposed. Lance aimed and shot the gun, the small bullet hitting the mark spot on. It flashed brightly, causing Lance to have to advert his eyes. Shiro howled angrily, but hopefully that had done the trick.

Lance blinked rapidly, ready to face off Shiro just in case. Suddenly something pierce him through the stomach. At first he felt nothing, but suddenly the pain was unbearable. Lance glanced down, seeing the very sword he had tossed aside had been pushed into him. Lance glanced back, seeing Shiro's dark eyes staring him down from behind. Shiro pulled the sword out, and kicked Lance, causing him to fall.

Lance willed his body to move, his arms to push himself up, anything! But nothing was working. He felt something wet seeping throughout his armor and sliding along his fingers. He heard yelling from Zethrid, Ezor, and Acxa as they more than likely went to finally confront Shiro... but their voices wasn't what stood out.

Lance could only make out the pained screams coming from Lotor's lips as he felt someone come to his side and pull him into their lap. He could barely make out Lotor's face before everything went black; Lotor's cries being the only thing he remembered.

I be a very bad person...

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