(Rewrite) Voltron Soulmate AU; The Cracking Mask

Hell Start

N/A; Images are not my own, found on google.(May have been edited a bit) All credit belongs to owners. (Some)Places  used in this story are fictional and have been taken, along with the characters, from the Original Voltron; Defenders of the Universe series. Timeline the following events occur are fictional.

TRIGGER WARNINGS; GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF ABUSE AND MURDER

Destination; Havana, Cuba                                                                            Year; 2545

"Lance! Get down here you useless little shit!"

Lance awoke with a startle at the sound of his shout.

He was supposed to clean the house and make dad dinner but he had fallen asleep.

Sucking in a breath, Lance quickly went downstairs into the kitchen.

He reached downstairs and saw his dad, Alastor, with many empty alcohol bottles on the kitchen counter and living room table. Looking up from the table Lance noticed Alastor glaring at him bitterly while holding an empty bottle in one hand

"Yes, sir?" Lance hesitantly questioned, staring up at him.

"Don't 'yes sir' me! The house is a mess and where is my fucking food?!" Alastor nagged, throwing the glass beer bottle at Lances head.

Lance ducked down, avoiding the glass shards as they shattered on the dirty beige wall behind him. Crouched low, Lance let out a hiss as multiple pieces of glass embedded themselves in his skin. Small cuts littered his hands, while two larger pieces had pierced his face. Lance rose slowly, removing the pieces from his face.

"S-sorry, I fell asleep b-" Lance was interrupted with a shout.

"You and your stupid fucking excuses! You have one fucking job, be useful. Yet you're still a waste of space an time! Get in that kitchen right now and make me some food! Afterwards you can see about being of use and cleaning this shitty place." 

With that Alazor made his way back out of the house, shutting the door with a slam. Flinching at the noise, Lance quickly fell into habit of making dinner and cleaning the house.  As he went about doing his taxing job, Lance dazed, remembering when this all started.

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Destination; Havana, Cuba                                                                             Year; 2535

"Lancito! Vamanos! You have to hurry if you want to get ice cream!" Rosa shouted up the stairs to her, newly turned, 5 year old child.

A loud squeal was heard before the light padding of tiny feet came tumbling down the stairs. Lance, donning his new Lego Ninjago T-shirt and overall shorts, jumped off the last two steps with a shout.

"I'm ready Mama!" 

Smiling at Lances antics, Rose proceeded to leave the house. 

Following, Lance shouted, "Te amo Papa!"

"Te amo Lancito!" Alazor yelled back cheerfully.

Rushing to his mother, who had been standing outside the door, Lance latched onto her hand. Lance started ahead of his mother, tugging on Rosa's hand in anticipation.

As the blue-eyed mother and son duo reached their destination, Lance stared in bewilderment. It seemed that no matter how many times he and his family would visit the small family owned ice cream shop, located in between a bank and a jewellery store, the decorations lining the walls would forever bring a shine to his eyes. 

As Rosa and Lance approached the counter, with Lance's excited chattering about getting ALL the flavours,  a sudden bang ran throughout the shop. Taking notice of the bullet hole, deliberately placed in the centre of the owners forehead, Rosa hunched over her child.

"Lance!" Rosa exclaimed, "Everything's going to be okay. Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Lance started crying hysterically, adding to the sounds of glass shattering, people screaming and gunshots. 

A group of people covered in purple and black clothing holding a  wide range of firearms broke through the giant glass windows. Leading the charge was a man with wide shoulders and a giant figure, with skin dark as midnight and one eye of gold. The other a blood red, covered with a rugged scar. Sendak.

The customers recognised them as part of the Fire of Purification. A  widely known terrorist group spread throughout the world terrorising anyone and everyone with no known motive.

They all trekked forwards with heavy steps. Each one of their guns pointed towards the patrons. And then. Bullets once again rained down on each of the individuals like the climax of an orchestra screams, breaking glass and gunshots raged around Lance and his mother.

And quiet. The only remaining noises was Lances rapid breathing. He was frozen, for he had just witnessed his mother get penetrated with bullets. Hundreds. Millions. The blood of Rosa stained his face, his hands.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAMAAAAAAAAAAA" Lance wailed, "MAMAAA!! POR FAVOR DESPIERTA!!" (PLEASE WAKE UP!!)

Sendak quickly took notice of him and stalked forwards until Lance was shadowed by the vile figure. 

Wide eyed. Lance looked up at him slowly. Horrified. Tears gushing down his face in waterfalls. 

"P-p-por qué? I-I mamaaaaaa" 

Annoyed at his screams, Sendak reached down and grabbed Lance by the scruff of his shirt and proceeded to wack him across the face with his gun. Throwing him in a random direction afterwards.

Leaving him for dead.

This day was supposed to be one of joy and laughter. The celebration of Lance's existence. However Lance would forever remember this day as the murder of  his mother and the start of a terrifying new life with his

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