ThE HeRo In BlUe

Chapter 3

The blue paladin allowed himself to get dragged back to the room of his nightmares. He was once again tied to the examination table, arms tied on opposite sides of the table. Legs tied together so he can't move. He still tried to escape, but the guards tied his wrists and ankles to tight. When he shifted his arms just a little bit, he felt his flesh ripping away to reveal blood and meat. The door slid upwards and Haggar stepped into the room. "Hello my dear paladin." Lance just glared daggers at her, "are you ready for day two?" She shocked him with more magic and he let out a blood curling scream which echoed throughout the walls of the ship. After she stopped Lance panted on the bed,

"Screw you," he said. The witch replied,

"Sorry KTH-897, I don't swing your way." She shocked him into unconsciousness.

It was a seemingly normal day. The sky was blue, there sun was shining. Children could be seen playing in the streets of Lance's town. The only family who wasn't out playing was Lances. His father was drunk again, this time, his mother was as well. "Mom! Dad!" His little brother Thomas yelled as they beat yet again an innocent Lance senseless. "Stop!" He tried to grab his father's arm but got hit by a beer bottle instead. The glass shattered on his back and arms. Lance growled angrily and said,

"Dad. Your problem is with me. Leave my brothers alone!" Lance did something he wasn't planning on. He grabbed his father's old gun from a nearby shelf and loaded it. Lance's father smiled to reveal a mouthful of old black and yellow teeth. He glared at his son saying,

"you don't have the guts to do it. You're weak! You need to be strong!" His mother threw more glass bottles at him and they shattered at his feet. He winced as the glass found there way into his shins.

"You are disappointing Lance. When I gave birth to you I thought I would have another man around the house. Not a boy!" She thew more glass at him and he felt the beer burn into his open cuts. "I wish you were dead. Why do you have a gun? You want to kill us?! Your own flesh and blood?!" Lance's eyes flashed pure black and his parents backed up afraid of him,

"you aren't my flesh." Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots were heard echoing throughout the streets. Lance looked at the four bodies in front of him. He shot is parents, but his brothers tried to get in front of the bullets getting shot instead. Lance didn't even register it, he just kept on shooting randomly. He stared at the four bodies of the only family he's ever known... Lance loaded the gun one last time. He pointed the gun at his head then fired. There were no bullets in the gun. He fell to his knees in the middle of his family's blood and fell asleep next to his dead brothers. The brothers he killed.

Lance was shocked awake by Haggar. She was more interested in the blue paladin then ever. She assumed he was innocent, that he would never hurt another from his species. That memory proved she was wrong. The one thing she was remotely concerned about was how... evil her test subject looked during the memory. Past Lance was filled with darkness and evil. The new Lance was a happy-go-lucky- kind of guy. He was always smiling, but Haggar knew. If he was consumed by the darkness before. He could be again.

She ordered her guards to take him into a separate cell, away from the rest of Voltron. She wanted to see if isolating the blue paladin would help the process she was trying to do. Zarkon's mission was for her to inject the paladin with enough magic that his cells would chemically react to her magic and latch onto it. Giving the blue paladin magical powers. In order to do this, Haggar had to break him down because his current connection with the blue lion was to strong. His lion would protect him if she tried to inject the magic now. She had to break the bond between the paladin and his lion. Convince the others that he was dead, or so close to death that the other paladins would mourn for his loss without his physical body.

The guards threw him onto the floor of a ten feet by ten feet cell with nothing but a cot. They didn't even give him sheets. He curled up in a ball in the middle of the stone cold floor, well aware of the fact Zarkon might be video tapping him. It's clear he has some kind of plan. He wants something, but what? In the end, Lance cried himself to sleep, alone.

A bright light was shone in Lance's face and he woke up. Remembering where he was he stood up in a semi-defensive position against the wall furthest from the door. Zarkon himself was on the other side of the door. Lance glared at him, "what do you want with me Zarkon?" The Lord of Evil laughed out loud making the blue paladin shiver in the small cold room,

"my young paladin. Do you want to know something?" Lance looked at him then said,

"what?" Zarkon smiled wildly,

"I've been trying to create a hybrid." Lance was confused,

"what's a hybrid?" Zarkon smiled sadly at the blue paladin's stupidness,

"a hybrid young boy is something... not whole. A hybrid can be a half human half galra, much like your red paladin. Or it could be really any human, or other species combined together to create a new whole." Lance was still confused,

"why are you telling me this?" Zarkon looked at his test subject then said,

"Lance, do you know where you are? You are in a testing center for the galra race. I can see you wish to protect your friends, I understand that. I am going to tell you something that you must not tell anyone else." Lance limped foreword and Zarkon whispered into his ear, "if you stay and agree to become one of our genetically altered hybrids. I'll let Voltron go." Lance shook his head,

"how do I know you're telling the truth?" Zarkon laughed,

"you don't." Lance looked down at the floor unsure of what do decide,

"let me make this easier for you Lance," Zarkon began, "if you decide to defy us, to defy me your friends will suffer ten times worse then you have in the past two days." Lance looked up and shakily said,

"so... I stay and become a lab rat, but you won't hurt Voltron if they try to escape?" Zarkon stepped closer to Lance,

"my dear boy, I would've rather had the green one as my lab rat, but you forced my hand. To answer your question however, not only will I not hurt them until they are back on their main ship. I will give them one of our own escape pods to leave on." Lance sighed and shook Zarkon's right hand,

"d-deal."

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