Voltron: Shattered

Two

Lance stumbled out of the healing pod, grateful to have feeling back in his limbs. He didn't remember much of what happened. Just that annoying galra girl, what was her name? Enyta. Freaking scratched him with a whip and bam he couldn't move, the world went fuzzy. There was a lot of yelling. For some reason, they took their sweet time getting him to the healing pod. He rubbed his blurry eyes, hoping to get his vision back into focus. Blinking a few times it finally cleared, he pushed off of the wall he was leaning on and continued onward, the other should be in the lounge, maybe then they would tell him what the heck just happened because he had no idea.

When he entered the hall, the voices were coming from the meeting room instead of the lounge. Confused, he stumbled down the hall following the voices. Before entering he straightened himself, putting back on his cocky routine. With a grin he walked inside.

The mood in the room made his grin falter. His eyes scanned over his friends, doing a double-take when realizing they were missing one

"Lance..." Allura said, shocked. "You're awake."

"Where's pidge?" He asked, ignoring her as he moved forward. The room went extra silent at his question, everyone refusing to make eye contact with him. He froze, gritting his teeth. He repeated. Flinching as Hunk laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Where."

Is.

She."

"Lance" Shiro started turning towards him. "We're trying to find her."

"What do you mean find her?!" Lance exclaimed, pulling away from Hunk's hand. "What happened?!"

"...Lance"

"Shiro" Lance growled moving forward at an alarming speed he pinned the black paladin against the wall, his elbow against Shiro's throat. "Where. Is. she?"

"They got her." Keith said, grabbing Lance's shirt and pulling him away from Shiro. Who rubbed his throat when it was released. Sorrow written across his face.

"No" Lance shook his head. If that galra with the whips laid one finger on Pidge... Lance was going to destroy the universe to find her and if anything happened to her... "We have to find her!"

"We're trying, but they shut off the tracking device in the suit, we have no leads." Allura said, trying to soothe lance. Sympathy and pain filling her eyes.

"What about the bomb? Wait, that blew up! Are you saying there is nothing we can do to find her?! To save her?" Lanc exclaimed, punching the wall. Hunk took a step away from the angry boy and the now bleeding knuckles.

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Pidge emerged from the darkness slowly, her head full of cotton and her eyes heavy. Her head is aching. She groaned, reaching up and gripping it. "Good morning.." A voice said, causing Pidge's eyes to shoot upward, landing on Enyta.

"You" Pidge growled attempting to lunge forward,only to be yanked back by a chain wrapped around her waist.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt." Enyta pouted as Pidge slammed back onto the bed.

"You can tortue me all you want! I'm not going to tell you anything."

"Torture?" Enyta asked, feigning shock. "I'm not going to torture you...but he will."

She stepped back making room for a larger galra man. Pidge was very confused on how he managed to hide behind Enyta.

Enyta stepped to the side as the man walked past her. Pidge's screams started up before Enyta even left the room.

Pidge's voice was raw by the time the knife was set back into the tray. Tears stained her cheeks and blood splattered over the white sheets of the bed. Her breath was shaky as she tried to catch it. To focus on something else besides the pain. Ignore the skin patches in the tray and her bleeding stomach.

The man grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. "What are the paladins planning?"

Pidge mustered her strength and spat a bloody wad of spit in his face.

A sharp pain came from her cheek. She didn't even see him raise his hand. But the stinging from her cheek came from the slap.

"Let's see if we can dose that fire." He growled, grabbing the cup of water and throwing it at her. Pidge gasped as the icy water hit her. Mixing with the blood from her bleeding stomach and the bed.

Pidge cried out as he grabbed her hair, pulling her off of the bed and dragging her to the wall. The chain around her waist pulled as tight as it would go. She froze as a shackle snapped around her wrist. She pulled at it struggling to get out of his grasp. But it was too late. She was dangling off of the wall. Left in the darkness.

It was a repeat for the next 2 weeks. Torture and then strung up.

When pidge was released from the shackles at the start of the 3rd week. The man caught her instead of letting her hit the floor. She looked up shocked to see Lance.

"Lance?" She croaked her voice broken from the screams and lack of use.

Her vision blurred and Lance was gone, replaced with a very confused torturer. Pidge whimpered and threw her back onto the bed. She attempted to scurry as far as possibly. But she couldn't. He gripped her wrist and shoved her down and ripped her shirt open. She screamed out as something hot pressed against her heart. Burning. It burned. Why won't it stop! She screamed and writhed but it didn't stop. Her burning flesh fills the air with its horrific scent.

The man pulled the object away and smiled at the result. "Now you'll always be ours." He said with a laugh. Pidge glanced down tears filling her eyes and the raw skin. And the galra symbol burned into her flesh. With a satisfied grunt the man left.

Pidge's breath picked up as she looked at the burn the best she could. "No." She breathed sitting up quickly causing a violent pain to explode through her stomach. She didn't care about her nails digging into the symbol. She wouldn't let them brand her like some animal. No no no there had to be something she could do.

Pidge clawed violently at the burn mark causing her old wounds to open. As well as the scratches she inflicted upon herself. Black dots danced in her eyes from the blood loss. Soon darkness overtook her vision and her head slammed against the wall. As her body slumped.

The galra left her alone with her thoughts for the next few days. Making her panic. They didn't feed her or check on her at all. Did they just leave her to die?! She was too weak to fully heal. Much less escape. She could barely sit up without fighting the darkness calling for her.

Apparently they got tired of waiting for her to starve. Since the end of the 4th week. One month after being captured. Three galra entered her room or cell. Enyta was included in the group. They examined her. Before beginning other more torture.stretching her limbs until they began to break. Cutting her stomach open enough to look inside. She didn't understand how she survived. Her body refused to die. Enyta just stood there watching. It was rather creepy.

Pidge screamed as the pulled at the skin of her stomach widening the hole. With a grunt the man dropped the skin. Leaving the wound opened as the two galra walked away. Pidge fought off the darkness but it was once again taking over.

"We have no use for her anymore." One galra grunted. Not caring that Pidge could still hear them. "We should kill her now. Put the thing out of its misery."

"Or." A female voice cut in. A blurry purple and white figure stepped forward. Moving closer to pidge as her vision faded in and out. "We could use her for the serum."

"Are you sure?"

"We need a test subject. And who better than a paladin. If it works, then we can use her against them. What better way to destroy the paladins, then using one of their own to do so."