Lance X Keith X punk!reader

Part Seven

(Y/n) gasped as she opened her eyes and tried to stand, but rope around her wrists kept her tied to the chair. She took deep breaths as her eyes darted back and fourth, ready for almost anything.

"You're awake," a deep voice grumbled as she continued to pull at the ropes holding her down, "I should thank you, really. Because of your bond with the members of voltron I'll finally be able to get rid of them." (Y/n) held in a sob as she realized who she was talking to.

"Zarkon," she mumbled as fear rose in her stomach and crawled into her throat. She was shaking so bad it felt like freight trains were running up and down her spine. His eyes pierced through her chest and into her heart, as if he could see everything she cared about and destroy them by just...standing there.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice shook as she tried to remain strong. He laughed as he caressed her cheek.

"I'm using you to lure your idiot friends and their color coated cars to their inevitable deaths," he grinned as his nails trailed down to her chin.

"Bastard," she hissed, but winced when his nails sunk into her neck.

"Watch your mouth, and remember your only bait, they are already on their way and it doesn't matter if your dead or alive," he yelled and clawed his nails down her throat. She felt blood pickle her skin but didn't let the tears brimming her eyes fall. She wouldn't show him weakness. She would stay strong. Zarkon laughed and the men around him joined in as he left the room. She was alone now. A dim light kept the room just bright enough to see the wet brick walls and cement floor, but the humidity clouded her senses and thoughts. She was alone, this she knew, for better or worse.

The Shop-7:45 pm

Lance stared at (y/n)'s bike and felt his heart come to an abrupt stop as his eyes followed a small trail of blood leading away from the shop. He should have been there. HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE! Thought echoed in his head as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His feet dragged him back to the shop as he looked at his best friend. Keith hands were bloody and bruised from punching the brick interior of the small shop. His eyes were filled with hate and anger, now more than ever. Lance's eyes drifted towards the purple spray paint letters as he read them for the thousandth time.

'Those who defy Zarkon will lose everything'

Keith slapped Lance and glared at his near broken team mate.

"Get it together," he growled and charged out of the shop. Lance wiped his tears away and let the hot sting on his cheek mask any grief he once had. He ran after Keith and stumbled through the door.

"What are you doing?" He yelled as Keith unlocked his car.

"I'm not waiting on Shiro or Allura this time," he yelled back as he slid into his car.

"You're useless dead!" Lance yelled back as he walked towards the car, but Keith had started the engine already, there was no stopping him.

Keith- 8:15 pm

He felt the skin above his knuckles soak them selves in blood once more. Memories of him practically jumping out of the car and finding her shop in pieces filled his mind, then memories of her piled on top of the previous ones.
Her eyes sparkled as she charged at him with the rubber practice knife. He grinned as he turned and twisted her arm, then pinned her on the ground.
"Nice try," he laughed and looked down at her. His eyes tried to take in every beautiful detail on her face, but that was like trying to count all of the stars in the sky. She smirked again and kicked his side, causing her to sit on his stomach and him to look up at her. She was amazing, even when she was coated in sweat and pressing a rubber knife to his throat. She was beautiful.
Anger sunk in Keith stomach like a pit as he screeched to a halt and glared at a familiar black car.

"Shiro." He growled and stepped out of the car.

Lance- 8:30 pm

His finger trembled as he put his phone in his pocket. He would apologize to Keith later, but Shiro was the only one who could stop him, and if Keith died they wouldn't be able to save her. And if he couldn't save her...he would be lost forever. He watched raindrops begin to fall on his windshield and roll over his roof and let memories of her glide into his mind.
His hand found its way around her warm body as he watched the credits roll by on a movie that had ended minutes ago. Bags were forming under his eyes,but he didn't care. He would keep himself awake for weeks just to look at her sleeping face, to feel the warmth of her body resting on his, to let his breathing fall in sync with hers. He shifted ever so slowly and froze when she turned her body, so that her face was now burrowed in his chest her hands were resting on his shoulders. A light blush tinted his cheeks as he smiled down at her. He would never forget this, for as long as he lived.
He pressed harder on the gas pedal as he neared Shiro and Keith. Everyone would be there soon.

Shiro Keith Lance- 8:45 pm

Shiro clenched his fist as he looked down at Keith. His hand hurt throbbed but he winced when he saw the bruise forming on Keith's jaw. Lance stepped out of the car and walked towards the other two, letting rain pour down on him and soak him to the bone.

"Wait for back up," Shiro growled and Keith stumbled to his feet.

"There's no time," Keith growled and glared at him.

"Would you rather get her killed long with you!" Shiro shouted. His voice was deep and angry, but his eyes were worried, scared even. The other cats drove up and Shiro looked at Keith as he glared back.

"Please, don't be reckless," he said as he got in his car. Keith ignored his words on got back in his car. There was no time for sentiment. They started their engines and headed for the hide out, there was no turning back.

Zarkon- 9:30 pm

"Sir they are inside," a sentinel said as he kneeled on the ground.

"Good, now bring me the girl," Zarkon smiled as he sat back on a large chair. This was going to be good.