𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝙶𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

Edited Pt. 2 This Christmas I Gave you my Heart

"Hijo? Is everything alright?", she asked alarmed seeing his startled eyes.

Lance glanced out the window and shook his head distractedly, "I got to go Mamí. I'll be back in a bit.", he said hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen.

"Lance! LANCE!! What's wrong?", his mother called distressed grabbing his arm in the hallway, running after him, "You were just enjoying yourself!"

He turned to her, letting his fear show clear on his face without any attempt to hide it, "I don't know... but I need to go. RIGHT NOW. I can't stay here Mamí!!", he said pulling out of her grip, "I'll be back before gift openings I promise.", he bade kissing her on the wrinkled cheek quickly.

His shoes clacked against the smooth expensive dark wood as he heard laughter echo behind him and opened the door to swiftly falling snow.

Snippets of music wafted over to his ears before he stepped outside, songs of good cheer and family giving him a sick sense of irony.

After zipping up his coat, shoving the beanie on his head and pulling the scarf tighter around his neck in the freezing air, Lance shut the door to the house leaving behind the warmth and sweet smells.

He immediately ran through the snow to his red truck, opening the door and climbing inside as his heart beat fast from fear and worry. Starting the ignition and backing out of the crowded driveway as quickly as he could, Lance started the wipers and made his way down the mountain.

As he drove through the challenging cold and dark road, his eyes darted over the dark trees for a sign of trouble.

He just knew... had an awful feeling that something horrible had just happened. Was maybe still happening right now!!
His stomach churned and twisted into horrible knots as anxiety bubbled inside him, making him jittery horrible feeling and giving him trouble holding onto the wheel without shaking violently.

He felt guilty letting his mother read him so easily, making her worry about him and possibly whoever was in trouble, but he knew he had to let her know in order to let him go. She wouldn't have let him leave for anything less then what he had shown, knowing he was still uneasy around his own family still from his mental issues.

And those said issues were only making him panic more, even though calm weather surrounded him and peaceful evergreen trees in a beautiful forest. But to him right now, the woods seemed to be his worst enemy, ready to spring out and attack him as his mind flashed to ambushes from the days of Voltron.

Anything could hide in there. In the dark and ready to fight.

He shook, his chest hurting from the shakiness and emotions trapped in there as he forced himself to focus on the road.

His mind wouldn't let him concentrate though. Blood filled his vision, bright red and violent as he watched screaming and contorted faces of pain of the lives he had taken. Gunshots rang through his ears as he saw the aliens through the lens and pulled the trigger of his sniper. The shock. The last breath that exhaled as they dropped from the power of the bullet. The screams and the deadly accuracy he always delivered when they fell to his blows.

Trembling, Lance barely managed to pull himself out of his dark flashback to avoid going off the side of the cliff as he swerved harshly to the left.