I’ve also posted this to my tumblr if you don’t mind, this is after Lance’s fall
WARNING THIS FIC CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF TORTURE
(it’s nothing too descriptive though)
Lance groaned in agony at the pain that coursed through him. His head throbbed and opening his eyes made things worse as his vision tilted and swam every which way. He attempted to move his body and found he couldn’t,
Not even a twitch.
Lance’s eyes flew open and he resisted the urge to vomit at the action. Panic overtook him as he attempted to move again and found he couldn’t he couldn’t. He found that eh could move his arms slightly but doing so with his right arm sent a jolt of agony up it and made his vision grow white briefly.
‘I can’t move, why can’t I move?!′
Lance then remembered that he had been fighting Keith and the stinging pain from the cut across his face became more apparent.
‘we were fighting and then-’
Keith had let him fall, and as Lance had finally hit the bottom, he remembers the cracking sound before passing out.
‘Oh god- my, my spine. Please don’t let it be my sine’
If it was his spine he was screwed,he would never move again. At least not his legs.
Footsteps clicked across the floor and Lance did his best to turn his head towards the source. He couldn’t look up at the whomever approached him but the boots were Galra armor.
“Oh my sweet little Blue what happened”
Lance winced as the Galra rushed over to him and at the sickening cooing tone of their voice.
Even as Lance was likely dying Lotor was still taking every opportunity to “woo” him.
Lance could vaguely feel the upper part of his body being lifted, but upon looking down saw that his entire body had been lifted off the floor.
So it really was his spine.
He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. His upper body didn’t fair much better, while he could still feel it and could move his arms, it was only a slight feeling. A twitch was the most he could manage. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again. And he likely wouldn’t be able to use his arms again either, at least not to their full extent, if at all.
“Your former teammates have fled, they did quite the amount of damage. In more ways than one”
Lance tried not to shudder. He didn’t have to look at Lotor to feel that hungry gaze raking over his body. Lotor walked down the hallways taking several turns before stopping at a place Lance had come to know to avoid.
Haggar’s personal little workshop.
Most aliens that went in here did not come back in one piece.
If they came back at all.
Lance was walked in an placed on Haggar’s table. He was internally panicking and tried his best not to show it. He was in a bad position. He was severely injured and unable to move and was about to be at the mercy of the demented witch.
Speak of the devil Haggar was now in the room.
It always bothered Lance how she could move so silently, it meant that if she wanted to kill you,
you’d likely never hear her coming.
Haggar grinned at him and he visibly winced at the smile, which only made it grow wider.
“Do what you have to”
Haggar laughed at Lotor’s command and Lance winced once again as she turned to him, the smile on her face more sadistic than before.
“As you wish my prince”
Lance has been in pain before.
He’s experienced it a lot actually.
He’s been badly burned, had his front teeth knocked out by a baseball, gotten into rough and tumble situations with his sibling resulting in bruises and bloody noses.
He’s suffered broken bones more than once, even had to have one reset. And when you reset bones they can’t put you under. You have to be awake so they know they set it right. He was given medicine to forget though, so I guess he could be grateful for that. Lance has even had stitches.
But none of that could prepare for what came next in Haggar’s “care.”
The next months are tormenting and anguish unlike anything he’s ever known.
None of the injuries he’s ever had could ever compare to this. What was left of his right arm had been removed, and not with any sort of care. Not like Lance was expecting bed side manner from Haggar mind you.
But the spine was the worst. Lance was strapped to the table to ensure he wouldn’t move with his back facing up. Haggar then began to cut into his skin down his spine. Lance bit his cheek to keep himself from crying out as she then separated his skin and spread i out, sticking something like needles into his back to keep the skin open. She continued this process with the muscle and everything else until she finally reached the bone.
Lance wished he couldn’t feel this. He thought he shouldn’t be able to, but then again he wasn’t really sure how anatomy worked. For all he knew Haggar was using her magic so he would feel all of this.
She didn’t trust him, he knew that.
It was one of the reasons he avoided her, The other’s being he found her disturbing.
Honestly Lance was slightly afraid of her.
A sharp stab of pain drew him out of his thoughts and he let a wheeze of pain.
He heard a clack as something dropped into the bowl like object next to him. As he looked over another pain and another object dropped into it again.
It was bone.
Haggar was removing his spine. granted it was useless as it was but the very thought of it be taken out of his body like this instilled terror in him. He jerked and thrashed only to feel the familiar burning of quintessence magic from his spars with the druids wash over his body.
“Be still! Endure it. When I am finished with you, you will regain your ability to walk, and so much more.”
Lane whimpered at the statement as Haggar continued to dig around in his back and removing his spine. He could feel the tolls she was using scrape around and cut the spine from the flesh holding it there. He could feel her claws digging around in his back.
She was enjoying this, causing him pain like this.
Haggar much like Lotor was sadistic. But her sadism stemmed from whatever her goals were. Lotor’s was mindless and random, a form of entertainment whenever he grew bored or a result of his explosive and short temper.
Haggar seemed to have finished removing his spine as she began to move around ridding herself of tools and having a druid rid of his spine in the bowl.
Another druid came into the corner of his vision and handed something to Haggar, he couldn’t make it out from this angle. When Haggar once again approached him he could make out what was in her hands. IT was a metal spine, a prosthetic. She was going to stick that in his back. With the magic holding him down all Lance could do was bite back the scared whine.
Haggar moved towards his back and out his vision again and Lance jolted slightly as she began to force the spine into his back, He felt her move it around as she began to attach the spine to the bone of his neck and his tail bone.
Lance couldn’t hold back the scream of pain at what happened next. He could feel the prosthetic as though it were his actual spine and could feel it burning as if it was on fire from Haggar’s quintessence running though it.
“This will allow the prosthetic to take the place of your spine. This will allow it to actually function.”
Haggar’s words ran dully though his head as his vision contorted and darkened and finally he passed out.
When Lance awoke again he was no longer held down by quintessence. He was also now facing upwards. Lance was first aware of the devastating pain his back was in. The next thing he was aware of is the remainder of his right arm being stretched away from his body by a pair of hands, before being strapped down.
The pain then started fully awaking Lance from his stupor. It was Haggar again and she was attaching something to where his right arm once was. He felt it latch in place finally as another piece of it was slipped under his back and winced as it dug into his shoulder blade finally clicking into place.
“Awake I see, well not for long.” Haggar’s hand sparked with her quintessence as placed it on his head. “Rest now, there is much for us to do when you awake again”
Lance felt the magic pulse into his head and a fog settled in his mind his thoughts growing heavier as was forced into sleep.
When Lance awoke again the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and it was a while before his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently. He examined his surroundings and found himself in his room.
Or well what Lotor had given to him, it really wasn’t his room, this was only temporary after all.
As Lance set up a sharp stab went up his spine and right arm, and Lance doubled over as his i went white. He was aware he was retching from the sounds he could hear, but luckily he had nothing on his stomach from the “surgery” being done however long ago it was.
Quite some time actually given the empty feeling in Lance’s stomach. When color came back to him and everything became clear again Lance forced himself to his feet, ignoring the smaller pricks of pain that he felt when he did so. Lance stumbled over to the mirror and collapsed against the dresser.
He breathed slowly trying to steady himself as the room had begun to spin again. When the incessant throbbing in his head had finally died down he looked up into the mirror.
Lance’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew his right arm would be gone, He just didn’t think it would be all of it. The prosthetic went all the way up to his shoulder, and when he shifted it he could feel that it covered his shoulder blade as well. Lance touched the cold Galra prosthetic and winced at the thought of how much damage must have been done that the whole thing had to be cut off.
Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly turned around to get a look at his spine. He trembled at the sight of his back, covered in criss cross sections of scars all around his spine. Almost all of the skin that had been over the spine was gone, only a small amount remaining around the edges of it. Metal coldly glinted back at him as if grinning a sadistic smile. The shiny grey substance ran all the way up to his neck and stopped at his hairline.
Lance couldn’t keep himself up anymore as his legs gave out beneath him. He dug his hand s into the ground, the prosthetic ripping up some of the carpet as his arms shook.
Finally Lance let out the scream of anguish, anger, pain and utter betrayal he had felt from the moment this hell started.