Little Kitten (Lotor x reader)

II

Your breath freezes in the cold, and your blood is roaring in your ears. C'mon, girl, wake up... please wake up! Fear courses through your veins as you cautiously walk towards where the footsteps had sounded. Your knuckles turn white around the hilt of your spear and you peek slowly around the edge of the wall.

Your breath is quiet but shallow as you walk into the open. You hear a quiet whoosh and you whirl around to see nothing. Your head snaps forward and you glance around nervously.

"Who's there?!"

"Boo!" a face pops up in front of you. You yell in surprise and stumble back. Your back hits the chair and the breath is knocked out of you.

A laugh echoes across the walls and you look around, trying to find the source. Nothing.

Your breathing hitches when you hear more footsteps on the roof of your lion. No. Patience yields focus. Calm down, y/n. Your eyes close and your breathing slows. You listen and hear light footsteps coming towards you from the right. You swirl the staff above your head and lunge, your eyes open. "RAHHHHH!" You give a loud battle cry, gaining speed.

You feel your staff hit something solid and you pull back, seeing a girl in front of you. Her skin is pink with different colors. She's dressed in some kind of indigo and orange body suit.

Your eyes narrow, but she just smirks. "Have to admit, you got me there."

Your breathing slows down and you look at her. "Who are you?! What do you want?!"

She giggles, "they said you were smart, but obviously not."

You feel anger bubble in the pit of your stomach and you attack again. This time, she stays visible,  it before you can hit her, you're suddenly knocked off your feet and you slam into the walls of your lion. You slump to the floor and cough up a bit of blood.

"Ha. Weak, isn't she?" a voice hisses above you.

That hits you in the gut more than a physical punch. You're always called the weakest one. The weak link. Lance was a better shot than you, Keith is the leader, Hunk is a giant cinnamon roll but he's tough, Pidge is the Brains, Allura is the guidance for the team, Coran is the oddball but he's dependable.

But you? You've always been the weakest one. Keith has always called you weak. Instincts were all you had. You spent hours in the training room each day, hoping, that one day, you might be able to be a strong link in the team. Not dead weight.

"I'm not... Weak!" You scream, running at them. You use your staff, hitting, kicking, punching. "That's enough." a voice says behind you. You turn to see another woman, her eyes a steely purple, she has a gun in hand, pointed straight towards your chest.

"I will never give up," you growl. "For Voltron's sake, I never will." You stare at the woman, hatred in your eyes.

Suddenly you're thrown back and you hit the wall again. Pain shoots up through your spine. You grimace in pain and try to stand.

"I wouldn't attempt anything funny. It's four to one." the pink girl says, smiling.

Your breathing is heavy. "Looks like the odds are in my favor," you reply, spitting a blob of blood out of your mouth. You look worriedly at Purple, C'mon girl! Wake up, please!?

"Oh ho. She doesn't care what happens to herself. It's the lion she's worried about!" the biggest of them says, a smirk on her face. She pulls out a gun and shoots the dash board three times.

You're pinned to a certain place, so you can't protect your lion. Your heart clenches as you feel pain from Purple. "Stop it!" you yell loudly. "Stop it! You're hurting her!" you dive for the woman you first met but she jumps out of the way. Instead of looking for her, you instantly run to the dashboard. You fingers run over the holes that the gun had made. You shake in anger and attack the group, screaming with rage.

Lasers are blasted, hitting you on the side, the leg, and stomach, but you have too much adrenaline running through your veins to notice. You give a yell of pain when you feel something hit your back. You stumble back, blood seeping through your armor and onto the floor.

But does this stop you? No.

In fact, it fires you up even more. You yell another battle cry and attack again and again and again. Anger is your fuel, and adrenaline rushes through you. "I'll kill you!" you scream at them. "I'll kill you all!" the woman with no eyes, but a cat on her shoulder attacks again, knocking you off your feet.

Your staff goes sprawling and you hit the dashboard, blood painting it red. You groan and clutch your stomach. Slowly you stand, the adrenaline rush ending at rapid speed. You look at them, "why... Are you... Here?" you pant.

The pink girl giggles. "Still haven't figured it out, eh?"

You grimace. "So I've been compromised. That doesn't mean Voltron is. They can form without the tail."

"So naïve. This is the purple paladin? Pathetic." the big one says, glancing at you skeptically.

You hiss in pain and hold your side. "I may be pathetic, but I will fight!"

"We're done here." the deep purple woman says. She fires the gun and hits you in the shoulder, the other leg,  and arm. Drops of blood hit the floor as you slowly walk forwards. But, the amount of blood loss slows you down and you fall to the floor, your eyes trying to stay open. Another figure enters and walks towards you.

It lifts your face and all you can do is stare blankly at them. They chuckle deeply, "so this is the purple paladin. Good work."

You spit in the masked persons face. They pull back laughing. "Knock her out and drag her aboard. She'll have great uses for us."

You look at him, eyes wide before everything goes black.