Hijacking Reality

Chapter 8

"K-Keith," his fingers twiddled the hickey and trailed to the chin of his secret crush, "Keith. My man, my buddy, my pal wake up. Hey..."

No response.

"Keith," Lance's voice broke.

Lance pursed his lips and took a deep shaky breath. His eyes were on the verge of tears while his trembling fingers caressed back Keith's mullet. His hair was so soft as was his cold skin that resembled satin. He could look at him all day long. Lance could only compare Keith to the stars. He had an ambition that burned brightly but now as Lance saw the dea-, no sleeping, Keith in front of him--the light was dimming lower and lower. The rest of the team watched in a mournful silence as Pidge unplugged the machine that beeped with a flat line.

"Keith," Lance's throat ebbed a continuous pain as he tried not to cry out, he leaned his forehead on the other, "Wake up. Please wake up."

In a desperate attempt to gain the attention of Keith's annoyance he leaned forward and forcefully slammed his lips against the other. He thought maybe, just maybe, Keith would wake up and hit him upside the head for even daring to kiss him. There was no reaction. Lance pulled back and went in for another kiss. A second, third, and fourth time he brought his own lips to cold ones. Each kiss washed over Lance and when it slowly became a worthless attempt, a sob escaped him when he pulled back to only lean in for another kiss.

Lance's hands grabbed onto Keith's gray t-shirt making his knuckles turn white from the grip. He had forgotten about the others as their gazes narrowed to the ground in an attempt to make this sight less painful but that was impossible. The damage was done.

"Lance he's gone," Shiro spoke his voice strangely calm for the aftermath of his closest friend dying in front of his very eyes.

"No. No he's not. He can't be," Lance cried out, for once, not loudly obnoxious.

"Lance," Shiro's voice whispered as a hand placed on his shoulder.

He wanted to shrug the hand off his shoulder in his moment of dread but held back doing so. From the corner of his eye he noticed that the hand wasn't buff enough to be Shiro's. It was dainty and delicate but wasn't any of the girls. Not only that but the hand held a blue hued glow. A strange welcoming familiar glow.

Slowly cranking his neck around his eyes caught sight of a lady wearing a long silk like dress and a hood that laid intricately on her well done hair that framed her perfect face. Even if she seemed motherly and welcoming Lance wasn't buying it. He jolted away from her and closer to Keith protecting his cold dead body.

"W-Who are you," Lance swallowed when his tears still trailed down his cheeks.

"Lance there is no need to be so frightened," she glided forward like a ghost as her face flickered when she moved,"Nor so upset."

"I asked you a question," Lance's jaw tightened as his eyes darted around to notice the team that was once surrounding Keith had magically vanished, "Did you do this to him? Where did everyone go? Answer me!"

"My name is Nylena, my young brave paladin," her shimmery blue hand reached out to touch Lance's cheek to wipe away the continuous stream of impending tears, her voice velvety, she spoke, "I am not your enemy."

"You still aren't answering any of my questions," Lance's lip quivered, "Are you the one who killed Keith?!"

Nylena's hand gracefully floated down to Keith to pet his cheek as well but she was surprised when she felt a tight grip on her ghostly wrist, "I promise you brave paladin, your comrade Keith, is not dead."