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monaisme · 4 years ago

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Day 12: “who are you?”

All May had wanted was to pick up a quart (or two, but don’t tell!) of her favourite cookie dough ice cream to enjoy sometime during her three blissfully quiet hours of alone time.

Peter was out with MJ on their first official “Spider-Man/MJ outing” (Of course, they weren’t calling these dates because MJ was dating Peter. Per MJ, Spider-Man was simply an experiment in alternate transportation methods.) while Happy was caught up in some SI security restructuring caused by that asshat, Quentin Beck, may he rest in Hell.

Regardless, she had at least three hours to herself before Peter got back and five hours before Happy was done with work. If she had timed it correctly, her Thai delivery would be arriving at the same time she was getting back from the bodega down the street. From there, she had an appointment with a remote control and a face mask. It was going to be amazing.

She offhandedly hoped that the delivery guy hadn’t come early, because her cell phone was at a whopping 0% in her purse and her charger was currently sitting in Happy’s car. Such was life, she guessed. She would have to wait for her boyfriend to come over later and hurry up home, just in case.

She arrived back at the apartment, forever grateful that this one was only a three story walk up for them versus the seven they had to deal with pre-Blip. It was only a few minutes before the ice cream was sitting in her freezer and her Netflix was cued up and waiting.

A knock sounded from the front door. Her stomach growled at the thought of curry so she hurried to answer it, grabbing her wallet along the way. No Peter-shaped vacuum cleaner meant it was all for her and she was loving it.

The delivery person knocked again, a little more aggressively.

“Here I am,” she sang out as she threw the door open, revealing a tall, muscle bound, and heavily tattooed man wearing a set of brass knuckles. “Um, you aren’t the delivery guy...” She stepped back, realizing her mistake. “Who are you?”

He didn’t answer.

She reached for the door, thinking that if she simply closed it, the man would be gone and she’d be safe.

But she was wrong.

A large, steel-toed boot wedged itself between the door frame and door, preventing her retreat, and he pushed himself into the apartment. May was knocked to the floor next to the bookshelf in his enthusiasm, her wallet landing in the entryway to the kitchen.

“What do you want?” she cried out.

He grinned. “You know what I want, Mrs. Parker.” He leaned over her and caressed his brass knuckles along her cheek, “And I’m telling you now, that we can do this one of two ways.”

She shook her head frantically. “I don’t know what you mean!?”

His touch changed then, and what had been gentle brought pain as he grabbed and yanked her hair, forcing her head back as he came down, snarling in her face. “Don’t play dumb with me, Mrs. Parker. Tell me where he is now and maybe I’ll let you live.”

She tried to shake her head again, but his tight grip gave no yield. “Look, I don’t know who you’re looking for, but he’s not here! You’ve got the wrong apartment, I swear it!” She pleaded, tears of pain rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, Mrs. Parker, I am definitely in the right spot.”

That was when she heard, realized, stopped struggling. “How do you know my name?” she whispered, fear halting her tears.

The man took a moment to really look at her. She wasn’t sure of what he saw, but he barked out a laugh and pulled her face away before releasing her hair from his grasp. “You don’t even know, do you?”

“Know what?” she cried out.

“Spider-Man, Mrs. Parker—or maybe you would know him as Peter Parker?”

May blanched. “What?”

The man laughed. “It seems that JJ Jamison really does have a hate-on for your,” he scanned the apartment casually, “nephew, right?”

She froze and then her gut clenched. How he could make her love for that boy sound so casual...

“Don’t bother pretending, Mrs. Parker. We all know who he is now, thanks to Quentin Beck and good ol’ JJ, and with the gift of technology and a few clicks, we all know who you are, too. Now... should I be calling you Maybelle instead?” The man crouched down over her. “Maybelle, darlin’, I’m done being nice and I really don’t have time for this. You’re up to speed so let’s get down to business, tell me where he is.”

May shook her head, ‘no,’ not knowing what else she could really do. She didn’t know how this goon had figured out who Peter was, but she’d die before she told him anything.

“Very well,” he responded. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He moved lightning fast. May barely had a chance to see the glint of his brass knuckled fist flying toward her—but she absolutely felt the explosion of pain as the skin of her cheek split open from that first strike.

“I will ask again,” he snarled. “Where is Peter Parker?”

Maybe it was the way he asked it, all monster in that moment, but something in May snapped, and with a determination she’d never felt before, she reached back to the bookshelf and grabbed the first thing her hand touched.

The heavy ceramic ashtray that Peter had made Ben for Father’s Day at age seven was wielded by May like a warrior. The jagged edges connected with her assailant’s cheek, leaving him with a wound mirroring the one he’d just inflicted.

He reeled away from her, hand flying to his cheek. “You bitch!”

The adrenaline flowing now, May scrambled back to her feet. If she could just get out of the apartment, she could call out and a neighbour would get the police.

She just had to get to the door.

The problem with him being so much larger than her was his significantly longer arm span, and within two steps, the man had her hair in his grasp again, using it as a leash. “Look, lady, I tried to be a gentleman about this, but I am not giving up a ten million dollar bounty just because I couldn’t get a damned nurse to crack!” He pulled her into his chest and pinned her arms. He leaned in, whispered in her ear, “And if you think you’re safe if you get outta here, think again. I just got here first... there are so many more coming.”

“How...?”

The man chuckled. “What? You think superheroes are the only ones who know how to email? Watch a news stream online? Hack a high school directory after seeing such a cute picture of your little Petie-Pie? Pfft. That’s nothing.”

He repositioned her so he could free up an arm and pulled a gun from the back of his jeans with it, and pressing it against above her ear. “Now, I’ve just caught a look at the time, and this is definitely taking longer than I’d planned. But no one can accuse me of not goin’ with the flow. So. Change of plans, Maybelle. We’ve gotta get movin’ before it gets too crowded in her, ‘kay? ”

May was terrified to ask, but she had to. “Moving? Where are we going?”

“Well, if you won’t tell me where he is,” He gave her a push, forcing her into the kitchen and onto one of the mismatched chairs. “You, his poor, widowed Aunt Maybelle, are going to call him up and tell him to meet us somewhere else.” He saw her phone peeking out from her purse. He pointed the gun to the purse. “You can take it out now and start dialling.” He walked across the apartment then, taking a peek out the window and checking the streetscape. “Tell him that you’re heading to his school and to meet you there.” He didn’t seem too stressed by what he’d seen outside, so he moseyed over to her. “Once that’s done, I’ll figure out what to do with you, but for now, I just need to get the kid. Got it?”

May couldn’t respond. How did he think she would do what he was asking? She was dead either way; she was coming to grips with that, but that she’d play a part in luring her baby to his capture and death? This man had no soul.

Someone knocked at the door for the second time in, May checked out the clock on the stove, this had been going on for barely five minutes?

He straightened up. “Well, it looks like the party is about to start.” He pulled his gun from her head and slid over to the door. He disengaged the safety from his gun and—

The thought flashed through her head. “Wait! I was waiting for delivery for dinner! It could be Cameron!”

“Cameron? You know your delivery guy’s name?”

May shrugged, “When you cook like I do, you get to know the people who are feeding you.”

He snorted at that. “Fantastic.” And then he thought for a second. “What does Cameron look like?

Thinking hard, she blurted out as accurate a description as she could. “I don’t know!? Middle aged, starting to thin at the top... maybe a little soft around the middle.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth when she panicked. “No! You can’t kill him! He has a wife and two daughters! Please don’t—“

He raised the hand not holding a gun up in surrender. “Chill, Maybelle. I can’t have carnage piling up in the hallway, can I?” He shook his head, almost like he was disappointed in her, “You know, not all villains are bad people. You should really watch how you judge—especially in this day and age.”

May wondered what sort of alternate reality she’d fallen into when—

Three hard knocks on the door distracted them from the conversation.

“Right, Cameron.” The man tucked his gun back into his pants and grabbed May’s wallet off the floor, “Who is it?” He called through the door.”

“Um, it’s a delivery for May Parker?” the voice called back.

May tried not to panic.

“But who is it?” The man asked again, this time peeking out the peephole in the door.

“It’s Cameron from Sup Thai Kitchen, sir. Is May Parker in?”

The man looked to May for confirmation. All she could manage was a single terrified nod.

“Yup, she’s just a little busy. Be right there!” The man rifled through her identification and cards, seemingly satisfied with the interaction. He grabbed a handful of bills then smiled and gave her a wink, “You’re gonna be tipping really well, today, darlin’”

The man was insane.

And—

Happy came flying through the barely opened door, gun drawn and ready to deal with anything that came at him—including the man, who Happy recognized immediately. “Mac Gargan.” Happy growled.

Knocked off balance by the intrusion, Gargan found himself on the floor but this time, there was no banter or intimidation. Happy Hogan was delirious with anger and on top the man who’d tried to hurt the woman he was falling in love with. There would be no let up. Gun cast aside, fists flew and Happy’s years of boxing came into play and he hit—1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3-4.

For a man of so many words, Gargan was silent except the grunts of pain as Happy rained down fury. He tried to fight back, but his hits were impotent to the rage.

And then the man found an opening, managed a shove and nothing more, but it was enough to free him from cage Happy had locked him into. Breathless, he crab crawled away, hitting a wall within seconds—having nowhere else to go.

It was over.

Happy stood over the man, panting from the exertion, but looking no less lethal.

And May sat still in the kitchen chair.

Happy gave her a quick glance, eyes barely lingering over the cut on her cheek. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, yes.

Happy looked down at the man and then back to her. “You’re phone’s dead and you left your charger in my car, again. I think we’re gonna just pick you up an extra, okay?”

She nodded again, yes.

Happy pulled his phone from his pocket, barely noting his bleeding knuckles as they brushed along his lapel. “I’m just gonna make a call and take care of...” He gestured to the man who had—

Reached behind himself in Happy’s distraction—grabbed his gun and moved to aim—

*thwip*... *thwip-thwip*

All three of the apartment occupants looked to the now open window where a maskless Spider-Man was crouched and holding the weapon that Mac Gargan had almost used to shoot...

“Dammit, Peter! I thought I told you to make for the cabin!” Happy yelled at the unmasked vigilante.

“I was gonna! But then I tried to call May and couldn’t get through so I figured she’d forgotten to charge her phone again so I came over to check and then, well, this—“ Peter wiggled the gun between his fingers.

Happy sighed in frustration and looked at the now webbed and muzzled Mac Gargan, literally stuck to the wall. “Yeah, fine then. I totally had that under control, though, kid.”

Peter smiled big at him, “I’m sure you did, but now we can all ride together, right?” He looked over to May and then back to Happy. “You brought the big SUV that’s parked out back, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, kid, that’s the one.”

The casual conversation seemed a tad too surreal for May, who suddenly remembered, “He said more are coming! We’ve got to go!” She jumped up from her chair, seemed to forget how to stand, and listed sideways into the table.

“May, honey, maybe you should stay sitting for a minute. Let me take a look at you, okay?” Happy helped her back into the chair with a gentleness only May knew and crouched before her, assessing. “Pete, you wanna grab her a glass of water?” Peter moved to the cupboard as Happy prodded at the wound on her face.

May batted his hand away. “But he said he was only the first!” She grabbed Happy by the lapel and gave a weak shake. She needed to convince them to run. “He said that we’re on the news!”

“May, May... sweetheart, listen to me.” Happy was firm. “SI security has set a perimeter around the building. No one is getting in. We’re safe for now. Just drink some water and we’ll get you to the cabin, okay?” He poked at her face again; she didn’t stop him.

A glass of water appeared from over her shoulder. Happy nodded at wherever it came from and then pressed it into her hands. “Do you need some help?”

She shook her head, no, and took a shaky, tentative sip. And then another.

“Pete, why don’t you go grab some clothes for the two of you and save us a trip back later, ‘kay?” Happy said quietly.

She couldn’t see Peter, but assumed he’d nodded because he was plodding down the hall, past the man, Gargan—and adding another blast of webbing on him to be sure.

The kitchen was quiet.

A few minutes passed.

“Feeling a little more steady?” Happy whispered.

She nodded ‘yes,’ so Happy started talking. “You’re gonna need stitches here, love, but I want to get you out of the city more. Are you okay with some butterfly stitches in the car or do we hit the med bay at the tower before we got to Pepper’s?”

She couldn’t find an answer.

“May?” Happy cupped her chin to look more closely at her, “Are you okay?”

She thought about it for a second, almost nodded another yes and then stopped herself. “He was going to kill my baby.” She breathed back. Her eyes filled, “and he expected me to just... give him to him.”

He brushed his fingers along her cheek, bloody and swollen, and so much like that man—but not. “I’m guessing that didn’t go so well?”

May chuckled as she fought down the sobs. “You know? I always wondered how I’d be if... if...” and then she couldn’t fight them anymore.

Happy pulled her into his arms and she grabbed on tight to him. “I used to wonder if I was ever really gonna feel like a real mom to him, you know? He was so small and afraid when he first came to us and then he never called me...“ She pulled in deep breath, trying to stay calm as she spoke, “Tonight, if I had to, I’d have died for him, Happy. I would have!” An edge of hysteria was bleeding into her words.

“You didn’t have to, though. Everyone is safe and we’re gonna get outta here, okay?” He held her closer still.

She shifted, burrowed into his chest and savoured the feeling of safety for a minute more. She took a couple of deep breaths, steeled herself for whatever came next, and pulled away.”

Happy groaned as he stood up fully again, and again pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’m just gonna take a second to get some guys up here to deal with this shit here, ‘kay?” He waited for her to acknowledge before he stepped away to make the call—leaning over to scoop up her wallet from the floor as he did so.

Peter chose that moment to come from the bedrooms, two backpacks hanging off his shoulder.

May thought he looked upset and she imagined how devastating all of this must be for him. She extended her arms to embrace her nephew. “Come here, honey.”

Peter dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her middle. “May, I love you so much.” He choked out.

“I love you, too, Peter! It’s okay.” She comforted him. “Pepper and the others will get whatever this is sorted and you’ll be back out there before you know it.”

He pulled back to look up at her, “May. I’m so sorry—“

“No-no-no—don’t you dare apologize for this,” she scolded.

Peter looked to her with an earnestness she’d never seen before. “No, May. Let me speak. I heard you!”

May was confused.

“When you were talking to Happy, I heard you! And I’m so sorry that I didn’t make you understand!”

“Peter, honey, what are you talking about?”

“May, I love you so much—and I didn’t even think to call you mom because—“ Peter teared up and pressed a hand over his heart. “I didn’t because May already meant mom in here.”

“Oh.”

“If anything had happened to you today, you’d have thought I didn’t...”

May reached forward and pulled her son back into her arms. “Sh-sh- it’s okay now. We’re okay, and I love you, too, baby.”

They stayed that way for a while, mother and son comforting each other, only pulling away from each other when a contingent of SI security and SHIELD agents came barrelling into the apartment to collect Mac Gargan.

Peter provided the solvent necessary to get Gargan free of his web constraints and within minutes, the man was being whisked away to whatever hole she hoped he’d die in.

Happy approached May who, to be completely honest, was feeling a little overwhelmed with the day. “Are you ready to go?”

She smiled tiredly at him. “Yup.”

“Okay, Pete! Can you grab the bags and May’s purse, please? We’re gonna hit the road.” He looked at May again while he gave instructions. “And can you grab some juice or soda for your aunt? She’s still lookin’ a little peaky.”

“On it.” Peter responded and he headed over to the fridge.

“And you, Mrs. Parker, are comin’ with me.” Happy leaned over and with a grace belied by his size, swooped her up in his arms. “I think we’re gonna keep a close eye on you for a while, if that’s alright?”

She gave a weak smile. “I might be okay with that... for a little bit.”

Peter popped up beside them. “Okie-dokie—I think I’ve grabbed everything. Let’s blow this pop stand!”

The three of them made their way down the stairwell, and out into the street, the atmosphere so different from when she’d been out only a short time ago.

“Hey, May?” Peter called up from ahead of them.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Is that Cameron back behind the barricade?” Peter sounded excited. “Please, please tell me you ordered Thai?”

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sanjipussyindulgence · 8 years ago

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Bloody Ocean Waves: Chapter 1

My arms wrapped protectively around my legs as I curled into a tight ball, doing my best to disappear. The cold bathroom tiles chilled me to the bone. I didn’t feel well enough to get up and get dressed. My extreme lack of body fat wasn’t really helping either. Fuck I can’t remember the last I ate, though there’s a good reason for that…

Monsters don’t deserve to eat.

My stomach growled loudly which echoed throughout the large bathroom. Yeah thanks body really needed that reminder, not like I’m already fully aware of how hungry I am. How could I not be when it’s always so painful. Even if I wanted to eat, which I very clearly DON’T, there was nothing around for light-years. I left my only food source back on Earth.

I could always just ea-

I shook the thoughts from my head before they could finish. It’ll never come to that. I’d willingly launch myself into space to prevent that. Especially considering the mess I’m in right now. The thing with being one of the saviors of the entire known universe, you aren’t allowed to be weak. But I’m weak. So all I can really do is pretend I’m not. Just keep pretending until it’s true, right? I breathed heavily while my thoughts wandered to my family back on Earth.

They were all “monsters” like me. But they’re the best monsters in the whole wide galaxy. None of us had ever killed, we only fed on the already dead. Mostly suicide victims. Mama always taught us how to hide, we weren’t allowed to live without the constant fear of being found out. Papa was the “hunter” of our family, he was the only one with a job when I was growing up. He had to care and feed for a large family of seven ghouls. Big sis was never ashamed of being a monster like I was, she would always help dad with the “food”. When someone was having a bad day she’d even make us special treats. I never asked her how she made them, I didn’t want them ruined for me. Her name never seemed to match her. Lola meant “sorrows” yet she was anything but.

I never knew my big brother, he was caught before I was born. Mama didn’t like talking about him. Rosa or as I called her “Poco”, ‘cus I was the older twin, was never the same after she lost control for the first time. My bright and curious little sister was gone after she refused to eat for too long. She tended to keep to herself after what happened. Thankfully Mama stopped her before she could kill anyone but… Mama still has the scar. I’m afraid I’ll end up like her, not that I’d survive if I lost myself out here. Either the guys would kill me or I’d do it myself when I come too.

Last were the little twins Verita and Paz, or as I like to call them the little troublemakers. Despite being twins they looked nothing alike yet they were basically the personality-wise. You could never see one without the other. And when you saw neither of them it meant trouble was coming. Mom and Lola were forced to get jobs because of the now larger family. And since I was the eldest I practically raised them myself. Though Poco used to help before her accident. The twins are still too young to understand just what we are.

It’s pretty rare to find a family of ghouls nowadays. Our lifestyle is too dangerous to bring children into, when someone is born a ghoul they might have well been born dead. But I can’t bring myself to be mad at my parents for their choices. They wanted to be happy, they wanted to be human. I can understand the feeling. Anyone would prefer to be human instead of a human-eating monster. I just wish I had a choice to be something else.

I guess I got my wish. I was accepted into the Galaxy Garrison, the top military school for space exploration. I even got promoted to a fighter class pilot, even if it only because the top pilot dropped out. And god was I reminded of that everyday.

“Why can’t you be more like Keith, Lance?”

“Oh if only Keith hadn’t dropped out.”

“Why are you even here Lance.”

But I still tried every day while I was there. I wanted to be more than a ghoul, I wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to be like my hero Shiro. But I never succeeded no matter how hard I tried. I guess monsters aren’t allowed to have dreams. But then I found a giant mechanical space lion with Keith, Shiro, Hunk, and Pidge. Then that lion chose me as her pilot and the five of us were sent far away from our planet.

We were thrust into a galaxy ruined by another kind of monster, The Galra. Purple space aliens that had spent the last 10,000 years ruling and expanding their empire. We met Allura and Coran, more aliens, that told us we had to pilot five ancient lions that combine into the legendary warrior “Voltron”. We were told we had to fight this war because no one else could and if we didn’t Earth would soon be conquered. I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to everyone, they probably think I’m dead.

It seemed everyone sans me took to the whole “savior of the universe” thing. Shiro was an escaped prisoner of the Galra who wanted to make this universe free once gain, he was our super cool leader. Pidge’s family were taken prisoner by the Galra along with Shiro and she spends every moment she can looking for them. Keith aka Mr. Im-super-cool-and-dont-try-with-anything-but-still-succeed-because-im-so-PERFECT was meant for this life, a life of battle and bloodshed. Hunk took the longest to reach his full potential, I mean he’s still incredibly nervous and panicky about everything but after seeing what the Galra are really capable of he started to grow into the role.

Meanwhile, I’m just here starving. I’m not a good leader like Shiro, or a stupidly talented hacker like Pidge, or a super skilled fighter and pilot like Keith, or even a great chef and engineer like Hunk. I don’t have a “thing”. Well, my thing is being a bloodthirsty and murderous monster but I try to forget that. But I’m not allowed to show my ever growing weakness so I cover it up with bad flirting and even worse puns and jokes. I’m the weak link already, I can’t let myself be even weaker by showing just how unstable I really am.

Not that anyone seems to notice, no one thinks anythings wrong with “jokester” Lance. Guess I should be happy no one knows about how fucked I really am. Wonder if that’s because I’m such a good actor or because no one cares to look deeper. I’d guess on the latter. Even Hunk and Coran who like me only like the front I put. They’d all be either terrified or murderous towards me if they knew I’m a ghoul. Ghouls don’t really have to best reputation with good reason. After all, we are superhuman, human-looking, and human eating monsters.

I raised my head from my knees. Guess I’ve sulked here long enough, not that anyone would really notice my lack of presence. I picked myself off the ground and walked over to where I left my clothes before taking my shower. That happened to be in front of a mirror. I looked at my reflection, our malnourished bodies that really showed how long it had been since we’ve had a meal, our still damp hair that hung over our borderline skeletal face, and just how human we looked. For the first time in awhile I let my kagune out. Bright blue pupils quickly changed to a deep red with a black background that leaked red veins onto my face. Funny how I can barely see the ones on my eyebags, guess I haven’t been sleeping enough lately either. A brightly colored “tail” sprung from my tailbone. It was made up of countless shades of blue that collided and bled into each other before ending into a white seafoam-like color at the tip. This “tail” was of course my kagune, a special organ that only ghouls have that can manifest outside the body. It kind of looks like when an ocean wave hits a rock that sprays seawater everywhere. The coloring and shape were the same. I’ve always loved the ocean. I used to think my kagune was beautiful when I was young and naive. Now it’s just a reminder of the monster I really am.

I relished in my monstrous appearance for a few minutes before tucking it away. I can’t afford to be found out. No matter how much it hurts to keep it hidden for so long.

Monsters aren’t allowed comfort.

I quickly got dressed before leaving my bathroom and into my room. Though it wasn’t really my room since I left that back home. This room was missing the glow in the dark stars glued to the ceiling and walls, the posters of various shows, the waterbed my mom finally let me get after years of begging, my surfboard I’d always hang over that same bed, but most importantly it was missing the sounds of a family of seven living together in a small house. Poco and I used to share that room before her accident, after that she always just slept on the couch. I guess she wasn’t comfortable sleeping next to someone.

I left my room and stalked down the long and empty halls that made up the ship. Most of this place was empty and abandoned with only me exploring the many rooms scattered throughout the castle-ship. I guess the others had better things to do. Either way, I love finding new secret rooms that I can use for whatever I want. Sometimes if I just forgot about everything and watched the colorful galaxies swirling into each other while bright stars twinkled all around me, I enjoyed myself. I love space I mean I wanted to be an astronaut, of course, I love space. I guess it’s not the worse place to die in hindsight, just wish I said goodbye to everyone. Man, I’m pretty damn depressive today. Well enough moping I’ve got a galaxy to defend and a space princess to save.

On our last mission Princess Allura was captured by the Galra and was taken to their home base by the order of Zarkon, leader of the Galra. Our ship was currently traveling by wormhole to get there after all of us, sans Keith the dick, decided to rescue her. While we were indeed traveling pretty fast to her location The Galra were still about an hour and a half away from us. When we first entered the wormhole Shiro ordered us all to get prepared for the upcoming battle. I went to take a shower and ended up moping for a lot longer than the healthy amount but whatever it’s totally fine~

The ship’s intercoms sparked alive.

“Paladins we are nearing The Galra’s home base, get to your Lions!” Coran’s voice echoed throughout the empty hallways. I quickened my pace to Blue.

Once I reached her hanger she sprung to life shield going down and eyes brightening up. She switched from her sitting position to rest her head on her paws with her rear high in the air with a grace that shouldn’t be possible from a giant robot. She looked like a dog. I rested my hand on her snout and I felt her purr resonate throughout my mind. Guess she could tell I’ve been having a shitty day. She’s so beautiful and wonderful and caring I love her so much how can a mechanical lion be this adorable. Not wanting to waste any more time I quickly hopped into her cockpit and took control of her movements. I switched the intercom in my helmet on was met by an eerie quiet uncommon of our radio station. I guess everyone knew just how serious this was, after all, we might just lose a teammate today. Whether it was a Paladin or the Princess didn’t matter. This was without a doubt the most dangerous mission we’ve been on so far since we first became Paladins of Voltron two months ago.

“Blue Paladin ready for action!” I spoke into my helmet’s mic to alert the others I’ve made it to my lion. A cocky tone seeped into my voice. Hopefully acting like nothing was wrong could bring the mood up.

“Lance what took you so long?!” Keith, The Red Paladin, spoke first.

“Even Hunk got here before you.” Pidge, The Green Paladin, was next with a halfway serious halfway teasing comment.

“Hey! I’m not that bad...” Hunk, The Yellow Paladin and the human embodiment of everything good and pure in this universe spoke next.

“Guys focus! Lance’s here now and that’s all that matters.” Our very own Black Paladin Shiro was quick to defuse the situation in his typical leaderly manner.

“Paladins we’ll be exiting the wormhole in exactly thirty ticks!” Coran’s voice rang through our helmets. Ticks are like a second I think? Wow did I show up late.

“Everyone we only have one chance to get Allura and escape, the moment we leave the ship we form into Voltron and hit fast. Our only objective here is to save her and escape remember that. Don’t do anything reckless.”

“Fifteen ticks!”

“Is everyone ready?!” Shiro commanded.

“YEAH!” We all responded in unison.

As the seconds counted down all of us kept silent in anticipation. Ten seconds left. I could feel my nervousness bleeding into my mental connection with Blue, she was quick to send me her own feelings of an oddly mother-like calm. Five seconds left. I flexed my fingers around Blue’s controls and took a deep breath in. Three seconds left. I let it lose just as the ship exited it’s wormhole.

“NOW!” Shiro orderly loudly, we were all prepared.

All of our lions flew out of their hangers in perfect sync and out into the cold vacuum of space. The Galra base was right in front of us and it was huuuuuuge. The main battleship was easily the size of a moon or a small planet with numerous smaller battleships surrounding it. And surrounding that was this huge mechanical ring. It was a terrifying sight to see so many of those warships at once, it was difficult for Voltron to take down one of those things let alone thousands. This was no time to get distracted. As our lions flew in sync all of them starting changing shape. The red and green lions became arms, the blue and yellow lions became legs, and finally the black lion became the torso. As Blue’s cockpit shuttered and shook I could tell she was connecting with the other lions. Where five lions once were now stood a multicolored humanoid robot. This was Voltron, legendary defender of the universe. Voltron… wasn’t moving?!

“What’s happening?” I cried out.

“Something’s wrong with Black I can’t control her.” Shiro called out, it obvious that he was trying to keep the panic out of his voice. After all, if our leader doesn’t have a cool head then none of us do.

“Uh guys we got company!” Pidge shouted as the hundreds of Galra battleships unleashed their fighter drones while their heavy cannons started charging. Those cannons could level a city in one blast and we are currently a giant multicolored STATUE. I know I said I wasn’t gonna be super negative for the rest of today but we are so fucked right now.

“Shiro what’s wrong?” Keith asked in a mix of concern and panic.

“Black is rejecting me for some reason!” Just as he spoke Voltron split apart leaving five dazed lions and their equally dazed paladins. Wait no make that four dazed lions and five equally dazed paladins. The Black Lion ejected Shiro from her cockpit before flying full speed towards the Galra home base, to Zarkon. Shiro, like the truly badass leader he is, quickly regained his hold on the situation.

“Alright change of plans Pidge you help me get into that base to rescue Allura. Keith you keep Black from getting to Zarkon. Hunk, Lance it’s up to you two to keep the Galra distracted!”

He all nodded our agreement in sync. Or at least I think we all nodded I mean I nodded but I can’t really see the others but- whatever let’s just say we all nodded.

As I took off towards the nearest cluster of Galra fighter drones I saw Shiro getting into the Green Lion alongside Pidge who then switched her ion into stealth mode. Hunk followed me as quickly as he could in the admittedly slow Yellow Lion. No offense to Yellow though I know he’s a real sweetheart just like his paladin. I mean if anyone knows how much a sweetheart Hunk is it’s me I mean I’ve known him forever and he always bakes me stuff even though it tastes disgusting to me, being a ghoul and all, but I always eat it anyways and yeah I know that’s not healthy bu- OH SHIT LASERS.

I veered Blue sharply to the right to a sudden barrage of Galra laser fire. Right, I can’t get distracted right now this is serious, especially if I ramble when I’m nervous. Not allowed to ramble in battle. I turned this sudden right turn into a tailspin to move Blue towards a mass of drones. There were a lot of them, I’d say like thirty, but they’re all pretty close together. So ice beam it is then. I swiftly charged up Blue’s ice beam and it struck the drone fleet dead on, I mean of course it hit dead on I’m the sharpshooter of Voltron. Even though I’m the only one that seems to think that- I’m getting off track again. About twenty of the fighters were rendered unusable from that blast and the remaining ten split off.

I aimed the regular beam towards three fighters that flew away together to make their own little group and fired. Blue’s laser beam hit one of them right through the cockpit causing it to crash into another ship, destroying both in a pretty cool looking explosion. That just leaves one left for me, assuming that Hunk takes care of the other five that flew off. It charged towards me guns a blazing. I gracefully avoided all the shots by rapidly dipping and spinning Blue around. Soon the fighter was up close enough to grab. I launched Blue at the drone and her massive jaws crushed the cockpit of the ship, she then threw the ruined fighter drone at another one that was closing in on us. The drones collided into each other began spiraling out of control, what a good kitty. I felt Blue’s affection come in mental waves at the compliment. I turned around and sped off towards Hunk who I saw had finished the five fighters that had split off and was now taking down a new cluster of drones.

The Yellow Lion was relatively short-ranged compared to his sisters but was perfect for close-range combat with its heavily armored body than could bash and bite better than any of the other lions. Hunk was perfectly aware of this fact and was taking down enemy after enemy. It was a super cool sight to see not that I should be watching instead of fighting. I was about to launch Blue into battle but something stopped me. I saw that a nearby Galra battleship had finished charging it’s heavy cannon.

“HUNK DUCK!”

But I knew that the Yellow Lion wouldn’t be fast enough to evade the blast and even if he was the most heavily armored none of us could take a laser like that head-on. Without a second thought I sped Blue right into the side of Yellow, knocking him and his paladins out of the blast range. I piloted Blue into a nosedive to escape the blast range but it was too late. Just as we were about to escape the cannon fired. Blue’s lower half was directly hit. Suddenly I was shot out of my chair in Blue’s cockpit and violently thrown about as Blue was knocked by the blast. Fortunately my hard ghoul skin and rapid healing factor kept me awake, or unfortunately since I was being smashed into every wall and panel in Blue’s cockpit repeatedly.

“LANCE!”

I was thrown against the right wall once again but Blue had stopped moving. The cockpit was completely dark, or it would have been to a regular human but hey night vision, as Blue’s power had cut out. That only ever happened when she was really injured. I hastily pulled myself over to the piloting and hissed in pain when I sat down. That’s totally a broken tailbone. My lungs pressed painfully against my ribs making it difficult to breathe, so a few broken ribs as well. Hopefully, none of them puncture a lung, a ghoul’s healing can only help so much. Blue’s cockpit flickered alive though the blue light was dimmer than it was before.

“Sorry beautiful.” I said softly as I grabbed hold of her controls.

“Lance are you okay??” Hunk sounded like he was on the verge of a panic attack, better calm him down fast.

“Yeah I’m cool, both in health and personality.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Blue’s monitors were online again I could that Yellow was braced against Blue which is what stopped that roller coaster of pain earlier.

“Thanks for the save.”

“Are you sure you’re okay that blast looked really bad.” Ah Hunk, always the worried mom friend.

“Yeah yeah no I’m super it’s gonna take more than that to take out the great blue paladin of Voltron.” I get the feeling that Hunk didn’t believe me, he was always the one who could see through my act. Better change the subject before he presses more.

“Hunk I need you to take out as many cannons as you can, I’ll handle the drones for now.”

“But you’re injured!”

“Hunk please I’m fine but neither of us will be if the rest of the cannons start firing.” I pleaded with him.

“Alright...” He sounded concerned as he usually is but he took off to the nearest Galra battleship without further complaints. I trusted that he could handle himself.

I launched Blue at the nearest drone fighter and she easily tore into it. Another ten or so surrounded us as we finished off the first one. I fired her ice beam to my right and it froze two fighters solid while the rest scattered. I would have liked to chase after them but Blue’s pretty banged up, I don’t want her to get hurt anymore. I could feel her in the back of my mind reminding me that I’m also banged up. Instead of chasing after them I flew in the opposite direction and activated the long-term cannon, or as I like to call it the “sniper rifle”. Ahead of me, there were two drones heading for us. They swerved left and right rapidly to avoid being hit but that’s alright, patience is key for a sniper. I waited as they closed in on us. In their random swerving they had accidentally lined up, but it’ll only be for a second.

Now!

I shot a beam directly through the one in front that passed through its cockpit to blow the wing off of the one in the back. The fighter drone in the front exploded and the other veered off coarse before crashing into the body of a nearby battleship. I allowed myself a small whoop of joy. Now I don’t mean to toot my horn but- okay no I am totally tooting my own horn that was awesome. Man I wonder if anyone else saw that.

“Paladins I have been safely returned to the castle and am now preparing for a wormhole jump, everyone returns to the ship!” Allura’s angelic voice rang throughout our radio channel, looks like Shiro and Pidge got her out without much problem. Thank god she’s safe now.

“Looks like we’re heading back babe” I said softly to Blue. I was just about to turn around and fly back to the ship but the action was short by a sudden scream in my ear. It was Keith’s voice.

“KEITH!” I heard the others scream.

Looking to my left I could see The Red Lion getting its mechanical ass kicked by- ZARKON?! Apparently when Keith hears “Protect the Black Lion from Zarkon” he translates that to “Go get your ass kicked by Zarkon”. What a modern Einstein we’ve got here. Well looks like I’m gonna have to step up as the hero here, out of my duty as a Paladin of Voltron not because I care about him. I had Blue launch herself at the two figures at top speed.

The funny thing about Keith’s battle against Zarkon was Keith was piloting a giant space lion while Zarkon was piloting nothing, he was winning without even a spaceship. Oh man why am I getting into this I’m gonna die. Oh well, might as well go down swinging I guess. Maybe I’ll get a sweet Viking funeral or like a really cool tombstone that’s got my face carved into it so even in death people can appreciate my beautiful face. That’d be pretty sweet. I’m rambling again oh man I’m totally gonna die.

Blue crashed right into Zarkon right before he could strike down Keith, who was currently sitting in the cockpit of a powered down Red Lion. Zarkon jumped back and out of Blue’s reach before he could be crushed but it gave me just enough time to grab Keith and get out of here. I had Blue pick up Red by her scruff, does she have a scruff I mean she is a cat but a scruff is just a bunch of flesh on the back of a cat’s neck and robots don’t really have flesh ya know? Whatever I picked Red up and I started my very heroic escape. I heard Zarkon scream in anger behind me and it was pretty damn terrifying, not that the heroic Blue Paladin of Voltron was easily frightened.

“Haggar don’t let anymore escape!” He hissed. I’m pretty sure Haggar was that druid lady that hung around inside their ship. Looks like the others had made it to the ship though considering how pissed he sounded. But how is he expecting some hag inside their ship to do to us? Honestly kind of stupid- what the hell is that.

Behind me I saw what I could only describe as something ripped straight from a fantasy game. A beam of purple lightning was coming from the castle and headed right towards Keith and I. It didn’t look like one of the ship’s weapons, it looked like magic. And I knew what a Galra druid’s magic could do to someone.

“Lance dodge!” Oh looks like Keith finally came to good work there champ totally didn’t know I had to avoid the magical death beam.

I couldn’t move Blue away quick enough, not while carrying Red as well. The beam hit both lions dead on. Words cannot describe the pain that rocked my entire body. It felt like someone with cold, sharp, and wrong hands were ripping me apart and putting me back together. I could feel those hands everywhere. I could feel them stroking my kagune even if it wasn’t out. Each stroke felt wronger and more painful. It was like very secret I’ve hidden was torn right out of my body. Oh god, my eyes are gonna pop out of my head. I heard someone screaming, I wonder if it was me or Keith.

Then suddenly the pain was replaced with an extreme lack of breath. All the air had been knocked out of my body and all of my limbs felt heavier than should be possible. I collapsed back in my chair while trying suck in a breath of air. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin everything was wrong. Whatever that witch did she knew what I was now. I could still feel her gripping my tail and pulling as hard as she could. I could feel her ripping open my eyelids and pressing her fingertips down into the sockets. Oh god I think I’m going into shock.

“Lance! Keith!” I heard Shiro yell as Black stood protectively over the collapsed Blue and Red Lions. I wearily pulled myself out of my stupor and gripped Blue’s controls just as she came back online. The moment she was awake she filled my mind with calming and concerned thoughts. I shook my head slightly and mumbled “’m f’ine” to both my team and to Blue. I could hear Keith groaning in the background, looks like he’s doing just as well as I am.

I stood Blue up just as Black picked up Red by her not-scruff and took off once Shiro was sure I could pilot Blue back to the ship. I followed behind as quickly as someone who might be in shock could, I don’t think Zarkon was following us. I hope he wasn’t I can barely keep my eyes-cold nails tracing the sides of my pupil- open. Before I even knew it all three of us were back in the castle and I could hear the rest of the team talking to each other but it sounded really mumbled to me. Surely I could take a quick nap now that we were back at the castle…

Wait, I hear them yelling at each other something’s wrong. I can’t sleep yet oh god what are they saying I can’t focus.

“-ormhole!”

“Corrupt-”

“Can’t stay toget-”

“PIDGE!”

“HUNK!!”

“LANCE NO!”

Huh? When did Blue leave her hanger, why are we outside? Why am I in a wormhole? Why’s Keith about to crash into me-

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