Shadows ; langst

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Lance was trapped in one of the Galra's cells wanting to get out. He'd scream anytime a guard would pass by, and that would result into a punch, slap, or even cut wound. After a while he stopped, scared of what would happen if they got tired of him doing it. He kept reminding himself that he was the one who put him into this mess, no one else. Lance knew he was a fuck up, but he never knew he could fuck up this much.
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[FlashBack]
"Ha, WHOOO!" Lance laughed while fighting the galra ships, it was so easy all of a sudden. He thought the Galra just gave up, and they had won.
"Stop laughing Lance! We could get hurt- no, killed by you because you aren't taking this seriously!" Keith Yelled at Lance, he was completely done with all of Lance's shit and decided to warn him.
Shiro backed Keith's point up. " Yeah, Lance this is a matter of life or death. There is no reason for anyone to be laughing or even have a thought of laughter." He said clawing through one of the fighter jets. "Please pay attention before you, or one of us gets hurt."

Lance rolled his eyes. " Of course your going to back up Keith." He muttered. "It's alwa-" he said half way before a beam of purple light hit his lion. He could feel and hear Blues pain. 'Blue? Blue! are you okay?' He had gotten nothing in response and tried to contact the rest. "Hello? This is Lance, I need help. Copy." he said worriedly. In a matter of seconds, he had gotten shot again the lion spiraled around leaving Lance moving against his will. He had gotten his head slammed by the walls, and he has something lodged in his side leaving a mass of pain roaring in his body.
[FlashBack over]
Lance sighed. He was thrown on a planet, that the Galra were already on this is all he remembered. He woke up in a cell with Lotor smirking by his side telling him they were going to have so much 'fun'. 'Yeah right,' he thought. 'Fun. My. Ass.' he said as a final thought and shifted across the room trying to find something to keep him busy. No such luck. He let out a 'hmph', and sat against the wall. How long had it been? 2 weeks 3? He couldn't keep count, there isn't really anything that could tell the time or even the date in here. He had given up on hope of the Paladins trying to find him, they probably didn't even care about him. He started thinking, 'Are they even trying to look for me?'
No.
A voice in the back of his answered for him, he didn't mind and continued asking himself. 'Did they even care for me? Was I even needed?'
No, you always mess things up. They probably only kept you because you were one of the keys to Voltron. You can't even fight right for godsake.
Lance had believed this, he understood what the voice was saying. He was the seventh wheel, no one needed him, no one wanted him.
I'm glad you understand, your useless. They probably don't even love you, their fine without you.
Lance also thought if Haggar done something to him to trigger this voice, he waited for an answer or atleast a response. Nothing. Lance shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath in. Huge Mistake. He felt pain, so much pain he figured that he had broken ribs and instead took short breaths. He drifted off to sleep from lack of everything, and started dreaming about his family. His so called "space family"..

[I don't know, should, I continue? I really think my writing is horrible, but I guess I should leave that answer up to the readers of this book!
-Keii out!