Sometimes I remember that Chris Carter thought there wasn’t enough room on Gillian’s face for her beautiful beauty mark and he made her cover it up every single day she was in the makeup chair to play Agent Dana Scully for ten fucking years and two feature films and the depth of my hatred for that man reaches new proportions.
Here is Chapter 2! I haven’t started on Chapter 3 yet but I promise it is on the way! I’m SO SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER THE LAST TIME. Hopefully the ending to this chapter isn’t as bad? Maybe! Anyway! Enjoy!
Lance is left behind on the Galra ship with Prince Lotor as his personal torturer. Lance isn’t holding up well and the rest of the team have to act fast if they want to save him in time.
Chapter 2: Well, What the Hell.
It had been a long time. Or it felt like a long time. But
the steel that had covered Lance’s emotions was still there even though he was
sure that his body could take no more.
Prince Lotor visited Lance often. He shoved tiny metallic
needles into every place he could think of. The needles had long thin tubes
attached to them. They could send electricity or drugs through them into Lance. Both were
extremely painful but between the two, Lance would take electricity any day.
Sure it messed up his body but the drugs, they were worse. Lance would
be seizing in pain for hours unable to think, hear, and barely able to breathe.
It felt like someone was pushing on his chest, stabbing every part of his body
while burning it at the same time. After every session Lotor would ask him
questions which Lance either answered with snide remarks or nothing at all. But
Lance’s lack of cooperation made Lotor even more excited.
Lance had learned this: Prince Lotor is nothing like his
father. Sure Zarkon was scary but he wasn’t very patient. He would rather fight
head on than take the time to plan every detail. But Lotor, Lotor could wait and
that was even more frightening. He was methodical and manipulative. Crazy and
smart. In some ways he was definitely worse than Zarkon ever was.
Lance was aware that his body was getting worse, the cut on
his head also come with a sizable bump which throbbed like a never ending drum
beat on his skull. The vision in his left eye was completely gone now although
he was getting used to it. His back hurt and itched all the time. The skin on
his back was rough from the burns and every small twitch was agony. His hands
and arms were littered with small deep cuts from the needles. Some were healing
while others were new, blood dripping onto the floor. He couldn’t feel his legs
anymore. He was in a constant state of pain and numb but it didn’t bother him
much anymore. The pain kept him awake and aware. If he was getting out of this,
and that’s a big if, then he’d bring back with information of his own.
Lance had gathered this about Lotor:
1. He was Zarkon’s son
that Zarkon didn’t like very much
2. He was on his way to meeting the witch druid
lady after Voltron beat Zarkon’s ass in that last fight
3. He had a harem of aliens
4. He was really creepily obsessed with Allura.
Lance himself was obsessed with
Allura cause she’s beautiful but not like this guy. If he got out of this he
was going to apologize from every flirty thing he ever said to her.
But right now he was more
concerned about the Lotor in front of him. The weird thing was that Lance was
pretty sure he was hallucinating or dreaming. Lance couldn’t really tell which,
if there was even a difference.
“Your team abandoned you.
They’re never coming back.” Lotor said.
Lance shook his head, it throbbed
painfully but the pain kept him awake. It kept him sane.
“Why would they? You’re just
the jokester. The comic relief. You don’t have a special skill. You’re nothing
to them! You’ve said it before! Shiro is the leader. Keith is his favorite and
the best pilot of his generation! Compared to him you’re nothing but a cheap
replacement for him, for Shiro’s favorite pet! Hunk is a genius and a kind
soul. He deserves a better friend than you. And Pidge? She’s the smartest
person, a genius beyond her age! Allura is the princess and the only one who
can control the castle. Coran is the only one who can take care of the castle,
he’s smart and kind. They all have their thing. They all have a purpose. But
you don’t. You’re worthless.” Lotor spat at him, enraged.
Slowly his face began to
change. Lotor quickly faded away and was being replaced by someone else.
Himself. Lance was staring at himself. He was going crazy. The hallucination
shouted at him, continuing to yell all the thoughts that Lance had kept under
check. That Lance had tried to conceal.
“WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER TRYING
TO PROTECT THEM?! They haven’t done anything for you! They tell you to SHUT UP,
to FOCUS, they don’t WANT you! They don’t even NEED YOU! GIVE IN! YOU WOULD BE
BETTER OFF DEAD!!”
Lance tried to shut him out.
But how many times had he stared at his own face. How many times had his own
face yelled his worse fears? I guess this
is a new way to look at the phrase beating yourself up, Lance let out a
small laugh. Then the laugh grew louder. And the worst part was it that he couldn’t
tell if he was laughing or crying. But he said nothing back. He just laughed
and laughed as tears streamed down his face.
Keith was pissed. It had been
one week and three days since they left Lance behind on a galra ship where they
were doing god-knows-what to him right now. Keith had never NOT liked Lance, in
fact he’d say they were friends, although he knew Lance wouldn’t say the same.
Keith had been concerned for
weeks before they left Lance behind. Maybe months. Ever since the wormhole
gone wrong when the lions were split up. Lance had become quieter, didn’t say
as much, and didn’t joke as must. He lashed out at Shiro during the mission
where Keith learned about his past and being part galra. But afterwards when he
confessed to the group Lance was the first person to tell him it was fine, the
first one to say anything.
“Yeah so what?” Lance said,
standing up from the table.
Keith was shocked, honestly
with the way things had been going between the two of them he expected
“What? This is serious! I’m
part Galra, like the species that
ruined the whole universe.” Keith
Lance looked unfazed.
“Well yeah but you’re still
Keith, you have been the entire time. It’s not like you’re any different then
you were before. You’re still the best pilot with a stupid ass mullet. It’s just that you know more about yourself now. So like, congrats I guess.” Lance
He walked away from the table
waved to the rest of the stunned faces around the table.
“I’m gonna take a swim, you
guys have fun getting over your angst!” Lance shouted over his shoulder while
he left the room entirely.
After that they were fine for
the most part, Keith hadn’t thanked him though. He regretted that now. After
that Shiro had gone missing. Keith was in shock he couldn’t think but Lance had grabbed him by
the shoulders and turned him to face him directly.
“Keith, I know you don’t want
to think about it right now but you’re the leader now. We need to focus. We’ll
find Shiro, don’t worry too much.” He said.
Yeah they had butt heads and thank
god Keith didn’t need to be leader long, they found Shiro after three days, but
Lance was still quiet and still not himself. Keith was worried. But he never
said anything, never talked to him. They were always doing something else, after this mission I’ll talk to him, but
something always came up. Always.
That’s what Keith most
regretted. Or maybe it was the look on Lance’s face when he threw him and Pidge
over the edge into the vent before the ship exploded. Lance’s face was
expressionless, eyes hard and smile sad. He knew exactly what he was doing and
Keith hated it. He was an idiot. Now he had to get him back.
It wasn’t like they were
sitting around sulking this entire time but Allura had insisted that this time
they needed help, allies that could help bring Lance back. They needed ships
and plans. But it had been too long, it was taking too much time.
Keith barged into dining room
where everyone was gathered discussing something that was related to the plan
to get Lance back. Hunk was pale as he was these past several days, worry had
etched wrinkles into his forehead that never went away. Pidge was concentrated
on the details refusing to think of anything else so her mind didn’t wander to
places that she’s rather not think about. Shiro had his full attention on
Allura and Coran but he wore a frown that had not strayed from his face. They
looked over at Keith, shocked as he slammed his hands on the table.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING?!”
Everyone looked back shocked,
Allura was staring at him looking a little scared, Shiro and Coran were stunned
into silence, Pidge and Hunk looked concerned.
“What-what do you mea-?” Allura
began before Keith slammed his hands back down on the table.
“I mean that Lance is on a
Galra ship and has been for a week and three days suffering god-knows-what and
the hands of some asshole and we are just sitting here coming up with plans!”
Keith paused to release a breath before continuing hopefully sounding a bit
calmer, “Why did you order us to fall back? Why did we abandon him? Why do we
need allies to take down a small fleet when we have never had trouble doing
that before?” Keith asked, he was practically pleading with her.
Now everyone was looking at
Allura, even Coran looked at her with curiosity. Allura’s breath hitched a bit
but she took another breath that went down a bit smoother. Keith didn’t like
being so aggressive but he was pissed and needed to know.
Allura swallowed before she
“The reason that we needed to
leave is because I recognized the ship that was taking Lance. It was the ship
belonging to Prince Lotor.” She said.
Coran gasped, finally
Pidge spoke quickly, “Who the
hell is Prince Lotor?”
“Pidge, language.” Shiro said
She let out a huff. Muttering
under her breath about Keith saying the words ‘asshole’ and ‘hell’ two seconds
ago. Shiro ignored her.
“Prince Lotor is Zarkon’s son,
although I understand that they were not close. When Zarkon was the black
paladin, he and my father were close. It was natural that the children of said
men would play together. Lotor was a kind child at first. We rather liked
playing together. But something changed in Lotor, he became disturbed as he got
older.” She took a breath before continuing, “He would, torture creatures. He
said he was playing with them but I knew what he was doing. One day he killed a
child we were playing with. He claimed it to be an accident but we knew better.” She paused.
“Obviously Lotor was sent away
from his father to a faraway planet that helped Galra who were too aggressive
or that is what Zarkon claimed. That’s where Lotor stayed. I heard it only got
worse from there. However Zarkon was also acting strangely and then he betrayed the
paladins. I was told he began to change after his wife, Prince Lotor’s mother,
died.” Allura finished.
“After we awoke from our 10,000 year sleep I tried to catch myself up on all I could. I learned about Zarkon as best
I could and Lotor. He has become ruthless. Kidnapped species all over the
galaxy to keep as glorified pets. Tortured prisoners, disobeyed every order
Zarkon ever gave him, was given his own fleet which is known for not losing a
single battle. In some galaxies Lotor is known as the planet killer. So that
day we… left Lance I knew we couldn’t fight him, down one paladin and already
under attack. So I ordered us to fall back. If we can get a few more allies to
stand with us we can take him long enough to get Lance off that ship and back
home.” Allura said looking into Keith’s eyes.
“I beg you, give me a few more
days. We will save him and bring him home. I promise.” Allura looked each and
every one of them in the eye making sure they knew exactly how serious she was.
Keith’s only concern was if Lance could last that long.
Kedamono? what an idiotic wolf i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of Kedamono spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu fuck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as he falls to his knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUST LISTEN
ew you follow queenofsebaciel? you know sebaciel is gross af and pedophilia right?
Who I follow or don’t follow is none of your damn business
What I like and don’t like is none of your damn business
What I reblog and don’t reblog is none of your damn business
Basically; mind your own damn buisness.
True, I don’t really ship SebCiel at all but that doesn’t give you the right to pounce on my ask box with this bullshit just because I reblogged something of hers (which isn’t even sebciel related for gods sake).
Opinions differ, especially regarding ships. It’s one of the reasons I don’t ship characters in fandoms. But this is Kuroshitsuji; it’s so full of fanservice it’s almost suffocating. I may not like certain pairings but I do follow the people running the blog; and @queenofsebaciel seems like a genuinely nice person, even if we have two different tastes in pairings. I follow a lot of blogs that are invested in fandoms and/or pairings that I’m not in to but I look at the people behind the pixels and invest in them. The actual humans beings.
In conclusion; you can hate the pairing as much as you like, you’re entitled to your opinion as much as everyone else *shrugs* it doesn’t bother me at all. But please don’t come to me complaining about a certain blogger and their interests. Not to mention the fact your hiding on anon shows how much of a coward you are since you don’t want to show you’re true colours to everyone. But I digress, this isn’t my fight and it isn’t my ship. I implore you to swallow your hate and bitterness and leave queenofsebaciel alone. She doesn’t deserve someone talking shit about her on another persons blog.
I hate how you give me butterflies every time I see you. I hate how your voice sweetly plays through my head, putting me in a trance. I hate how your touch sends shock waves through my skin. I hate how your eyes twinkle in the light and leave me drowning in the colour. I hate how your personality leaves me grasping for more. I hate how you’re so imperfectly perfect. I hate how you haunt my dreams, leaving me to wake up yearning for you. But, most of all, I hate how I know you’ll never feel the same way.