Muted Treasure

Patience yields focus

           Lance didn't know how long after Jessie had left, he was grateful for the light the man had left on for him. No other person checked up on Lance for the rest of the time. The Cuban boy wouldn't admit it, but he was starting to miss his Voltron crew. He knew that they loved him more than anyone-including Blake and Justin of course. He didn't know how long it's been since he was separated from them, it started to irritate the blue eyed boy. He just wanted to see his family again, he wanted to see Keith.

            He missed the way his nose would scrunch up when the raven boy giggled. Or the little freckles on his nose, his eyes that looked purple in the sunlight, and even his arms that would circle around him whenever Lance had gotten sad. A deep feeling of despair shot through Lance, wanting nothing more than to be back in his boyfriends arms once again. But the words Jessie had said to him racked through his mind once more. What did that even mean? Patience? Lance had all the patience in the world if that meant staying alive, but what did he have to focus on? Focus on what? Living? Seeing his family again? Lance just couldn't figure the pieces to the puzzle, he knew he heard someone say that before. But where exactly?

           Lance sat in the corner for a while, keeping his legs close to his chest to produce warmth in the cold room. He hated how trapped he felt, he wanted out. He sat like that for a while until the familiar sound of footsteps started getting louder. 'Please let it be Jessie' Lance thought, he didn't know what he'd do if Zarkon had came back. The man was terrifying in Lance's eyes, he knew that name sounded familiar as well. He thought about if any of his friends had told him or if he'd seen him around. But nope, nothing. His thoughts were cut short when the metal door was open once again, sighing when Jessie walked through the door.

    "Thank god it's you." Lance said, the sides of Jessie's mouth turned up in a small smile. Walking over to the boy in the corner, squatting down to be right in front of him.

    "Don't start thanking god now, the worst part is yet to come. You remember what I told you right?" Jessie said, Lance gave a curt nod and Jessie hummed satisfied. He brought his hand out to Lance and helped him up, the boy didn't know how much strain he had on his body. His muscles hurt and small cramps littered around his body. The lack of movement made Lance tired from just standing for a few seconds. "Come on, don't get tired of me yet. We have some walking to do and I'm much too old to be carrying you like a little toddler." Jessie said, Lance didn't know if the older man attempted to joke or not. But Lance gave a nod and started walking besides Jessie.

            The older man put his hand on the small of the Cubans back, attempting to help guide the way to the location. Lance didn't know where they were going, the place didn't look familiar at all. He wondered how he even got here, was he dragged here? How far away was he from home? How is he getting out of here? Is Jessie helping him escape? His mind started racing again until a tap on his back grounded him, Jessie looked down at him with a serious look.

    "Listen, I really need you to trust me here. No hesitation, no comments, nothing. When you hear what I told you, I need you to run to the nearest shelter. I don't care about the details, just do it or we're dead. Got me?" Jessie said lowly, Lance kept looking forward. Processing what Jessie had told him, what is going on? "Got me?" Jessie repeated after a few moments of silence, Lance nodded his head.

    "I trust you, I'll do as you say." Lance affirmed, he didn't have one hundred percent trust in Jessie. But Lance didn't really have a choice here, if he wanted out. He'd have to do exactly what Jessie said, no matter how dangerous it was. The constant turns Jessie took him down, each hall looking like the last. Lance lost count of how many twists and turns they made from his cell. After a few more turns Jessie led Lance to a tall door, after a knock a deep voice told them to enter. Jessie pushed the door open, in the middle was a dark oak desk with Zarkon behind it. Lance cringed at the sight of the man, hating how intimidating he was. Around the room was bookshelves filled with different genres of books. Each held together by a hard or leather spine. A few tables littered around the room, letting Lance form a battle plan if anything turned south like Jessie had said. There were leather couches on each side of the room, one holding a white haired male Lance grew to hate.

           Lotor sat with a smirk, one leg over the other. His hair laid perfectly on his shoulders as they always did. His outfit matching Zarkon's, looking between the two made Lance realize. He suddenly knew why the name was so familiar, why it itched his brain so much. Zarkon, Lotor's father. The father of the boy who tried to kill him and hurt his friends, the father who had his parent's killed. Hate filled his heart as he watched the small family in front of him, the family that ruined his life.

    "Hi blue, I was wondering what was taking so long. I see you're doing well, what a shame really." Lotor smirked, eyeing the dirty blue eyed boy amused. Lance bit his tongue from saying anything, knowing Lotor was just trying to get a rise out of him. The smirk that he wore on his face grew flames in Lance's stomach. Wanting nothing more than to launch over and wipe it off him. He stood still with Jessie's hand on his back, keeping him stable.

    "Now that we're all here, it's time to organize the rest of the plan." Zarkon stated, getting the attention from the rest. "We're going to go out and finishing him, I don't want him escaping, got me Jessie? Keep a close eye on the little bitch while we're on the way." Zarkon continued, Jessie gave a sharp nod. The older man stood up and motioned for everyone to follow him. He opened the door and started going the opposite way Jessie had taken Lance. Coming up to stairs, carefully climbing up them.

            Each stair Lance's heart started beating faster, when was Jessie going to say it? Was he going to say it? Was Jessie just messing with Lance? The sharp push of the door hitting the wall made Lance come out of his inner- rant. He looked around and saw that they were in the middle of nowhere, trees scattered around them and nature could be heard singing to him. He looked at Jessie, catching his attention. The black haired male shook his head, Lance could only guess is to be quiet a little while longer. He sighed and continued walking, going deeper in the woods. Lance was getting more worried about how deep they were going into the woods. The Cuban didn't know what Zarkon meant by 'finishing him' meant, was he going to kill him? He was going to die, Lance knew it.

            After a few minutes of walking, Zarkon came to a sudden stop. He turned around and grabbed into his coat, gaining the attention of the other three. Lance watched as a black pistol was released from under Zarkon's coat. His heart shot through his throat at the sight, his breathing turning fast.

    "Now now blue, no reason to get upset. I'll make it quick as possible don't worry." Zarkon said, giving a little deep chuckle. Lotor looked at his father with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.

    "Can I do it sir?" Jessie spoke up, Lance's eyes going wide. Jessie was going to kill him? Lance thought he was going to help him?

    "And why should I let you do that Jessie?" Zarkon said, raising his thick eyebrow at the other male. Jessie gave out a deep exhale and tilted his head, looking unimpressed with the questioning.

    "I was the one who was supposed to finish the little rats son, so I think it's only fair. Give closer to Ryder, let them live in peace that out job was done properly." Jessie explained, Zarkon gave a little hum and thought for a second. He sighed and handed over the pistol to Jessie, giving off a soft whale and clocked the gun. Pulling back from Lance and pointed it at the blue eyed boy. His eyes grew wide and tears started gathering around them, filling up quickly. He started moving backwards until his back hit a tree, Lance looked betrayed at Jessie. The older male's fingers started going for the trigger and started to pull. Jessie smirked at the scared shitless look on Lance. A shot rang through the forest, birds flew at the loud sound.

    "Patience yields focus."
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