I'm Here

Shit

"Uh, Keith?" I said, backing away. "Keith, it's me! Don't you see me?" I was almost yelling. I couldn't keep my cool anymore. "Keith, comon." I said again. He stared me down, marching towards me. I turned and ran. He ran after me. I panicked. I did not want to hurt Keith.
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Keith's POV

All I could feel was anger and resentment. They replaced the feelings I had had just days before. I ran at Lance. I could see his lips moving, but the blood coursing through my veins was too loud for me to hear him. It was too loud for me to care. I ran at him, blade in hand, aimed at his chest. He spun around and pointed his gun at me. He shot at me.

It hit my hands, and I dropped my sword. I kept running at him, regardless of whether or not I had the sword.

"You missed!" I yelled, laughing. He had worry in his eyes, and fear. Fear, I thought. Good. Easier to take him out. He put his gun away. I tackled him, knocking him down. We rolled on the ground for a while, kicking and clawing. He kicked me off, and I landed on my back with a thud.

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Lance's POV

I kicked him away, standing up and steadying myself. I put my hands up.

"I don't want to hurt you Keith." I yelled. I willed him to hear me. His yellowed eyes settled on mine. I saw an idea flicker in his eyes. He reached behind him, and pulled out his Galra knife.

"Shit." I said under my breath. I forgot he had that. He ran at me, knife pointed at me. I grabbed his arm, throwing him over. We tussled on the ground again, rolling. I tried to avoid the knife as best I could, while tying not to hurt him. We rolled over, and he pinned me on the ground. He stared straight into my eyes, which were tearing and panicking. He raised his knife and put it at my throat.

"Keith, Keith, Keith. It's okay. I'm here." I said grabbing his face. "I'm here. It's gonna be okay." I said. I saw him hesitate before thrusting the knife closer to my jaw. I teared up.
"Keith I know you're in there. Please. You're there. It's me Keith. It's me. It's okay." I spoke the same words over and over again. The tip of his knife was poking at my chin, and I could feel a thin trickle of blood running down my throat.
"Keith, I know you're in there. I begging you. This is not you. The real you is in there somewhere." I closed my teary eyes. "Please." I said. I waited for the knife to go through to my brain. I waited for the final blow. It never came. Instead, i felt the hand go slack, and wet drops on my face. I opened my eyes.

"Lance." Keith whispered. His wide eyes had faded back to their regular beautiful indigo color. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Hey mullet." I replied quietly. I pulled his forehead to mine. He choked down a sob.

"C'mon." I said. "Let's get out of here."

We got up, and I used my headset to contact Pidge.

"I've got him. Heading out now." I said. I smiled. We quietly made our way to the opening where I came in, and snuck onto Pidge's Lion. Keith was halfway in when I heard yelling down the corridor.

"Shit." I muttered. "Looks like we have company."