Voltron: Colored Lights

Ch 6: "Teleportation"

 I panicked... My heart raced as the Galra personnel began to notice me. I looked up and down the dark hallways. How did I get here? I ran like I've never ran before. My hair flew like in the poem but my agony and worry did not flee. If fact, it grew with every step. I clenched my fists like I did before and nothing happened, they weren't glowing either.

I need to learn how to make them light up on demand. I turned and there were guards following me down my path. Then, in pain, I fell to the ground. My legs crumbled beneath me and my arms hit the ground in front of me. Stars surrounded my head and little twinkles filled my vision. The guards came to my side just before I was lifted and I felt as if all weight was lifted from me. I felt like I was flying, like I wanted too.

"Novaia?... Novaia." I sat up quick. It was a familiar voice, the one of the doctor in the castle. It wasn't a bad dream... all that had happened was real. "How do you feel..." The doctor asked me with a clip board. I shook my head slightly. His arm was bandaged and wrapped. He was wearing glasses and had yellow eyes like most of the Galra.

"Terrible. But not because of my injuries... How did I get here." I said with aggression. He looked like he didn't care about my angry tone. He just wrote it on his clipboard.

"You teleported Novaia, take a look at your wrists for me." He said and I did as he asked. He didn't seem that mean. He actually seemed like he didn't enjoy seeing me like this. Hm... I looked at my wrists and there were metal bands around them that stretched up half my forearm. They has lights and buttons. "Those will keep you from using your powers. I developed them myself. Can only be disabled by myself as well." He explained. I ran my fingers along one and it was smooth. Well designed. "My name is Xander Cheoin, but please... Call me Xander." He said with a smile. I let my guard down a little only because he was showing me friendliness. Normally when someone's out to kill you, they don't smile at you.

"I would tell you my name but you already know that..." I replied and he laughed a small laugh. Like a sigh almost but it came out wrong? I'm not sure.

"You seem like you're doing alright. Why don't you get up and I show you to your room." He said calmly. I nodded quietly and tried to stand. Then my lower back hurt and I nearly fell out of the bed. He came to my side and grabbed my arm quick. Then he helped me up and I shook his arm off me.

My lower torso was bandaged and wrapped in a bandage. I must have been shot when I arrived. Or... teleported like Xander said? I began to walk on my own but I was in extreme pain. You don't realize how much you use the muscles in your back till you hurt them. Xander must have notice my weird hobble down the hall because he came to my side to help me. I pushed him away at first but then I expected assistance.

He had purple skin like many of the Galra, and next to him I realized the sorta pupleish or really, really light purple skin tone I had. I really was Galra... We chugged on down the hallway till he reached a door and said that this was my stop. He opened the door with the scan of his hand and I walked inside and looked around the small room. Almost like the one I had in the Castle of lions. "Novaia..." He said. I turned around to catch his stare. He smiled. "I know you don't want to be here," What made you think that idiot? "But... try to make yourself at home for the mean time. You'll get out of here soon. I know it." Then, just like that he was gone and the door was locked again. What did he mean by that? You'll get out of here soon? Sure I will... You were just saying that to make me feel better.

I sat down slowly onto the bed in my room. It was soft and the sheets were silky. I dragged my hand along the face of the sheets and felt how soft it was. It, oddly enough, made me think of the time Keith kissed me on the cheek. How soft it was... and gentle. I need to stop. I shook my head and the thoughts left my mind. I shouldn't think of him that way... It's not good.