Lost memory. (Voltron fic)

Chapter Two

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Blood.

He takes a couple steps back in shock and terror.

Why was there blood?

Was it possible that there's more people than he expected?

...Were they safe?

Breathing heavily, he couldn't think properly. He tries to slowly take deep breaths to calm himself down while staring at the boulder. it was big, but not too big. It was probably four foot tall. Close to five. He slowly took steps towards the boulder to examined it cautiously. Dried blood was splattered around the big rock. And the rock itself was covered in blood.

His attempts to calm down works. Then he looks closely and noticed that there's several hand prints on it. Furrowing his brow, trying to understand why there was such prints on the rock. If there was anyone around, why would they leave such prints all around the rock. And why did the blood itself stopped here.

Scratching through his brain, a thought processed. Perhaps there's people where the colours are in the far distance. Hope sparks up as he looks at the colours yet again, which one first? The closest colour was the yellow one.

He steps forward but then stepped on something stiff, yet it felt a bit... squishy? He looks down and his eyes widens yet again with horror with his breath hitched.

The thing he stepped on, was no doubt a human body part. But he couldn't really make out what kind of body part, because of the blood, dirt and rocks surrounding and over it. He slowly crouches down and carefully removes the rocks to see what part it was.

It reveals to be an arm. That seems to be ripped out of a person, wanting to be free. Imagining at how much pain it must've had to have a non-functioning arm just dangling on your body. He shudders at that thought. looking over at the arm, the clothing was the same style as his own. Curiously and carefully, he picks up the arm. There was a pad around the elbow area, like same design of his own, but different colour. Instead of black, it was blue. The same colour was also on the shoulder. But the shoulder wasn't there. Just the forearm. The suit looks ripped, forcefully ripped. Deep concern started filling him for this person.

Was this person still alive?

He shakes his head to push out that thought, he doesn't want to think about if anyone was dead, but strangely he can feel that this person was deeply influenced in his life, but he couldn't put a finger on who is this person. Or how he or she seems important. Or maybe he was desperate to find anyone around here. Having an amnesia is pretty irritating.

Dropping the arm back in the ground, it made a sick splat sound. He glances back at the tall rock for a moment, then turns to walk toward the yellow blob-ish thing in the distance. Hopefully he can see a sign of a person who is evidently alive. So far the things around him was signs of dead. But there was no bodies to be seen anywhere.

He approaches the yellow blob-ish that turns out to be the same spacecraft as the green one. But to no surprise, no body was found. Walking closely up to the lion-ish ship, it was also damage. More severe than the green one. An arm was no where to be seen, and the head itself was almost detached to the body. The body was smashed and covered in scratches and dents.

He searches for any signs of life but none to be found. Sighing, he looks back at the ship and inspects it closely. This also does brings back a faint memory but it's fuzzy and blurry. He couldn't grip at that memory to remember how he knows this ship or how he had ended up on an empty broken planet.

"-A leg!"

He quickly whips his head around at the sudden voice, trying to find where it came from but no one was around. The only sound was wind and the sound of the crackling fire in the distance. He shakes his head to dismiss the voice but as he shakes his head it as a minor headache starts to form.

"Ack!" He cries out and slouches a bit as he holds the sides of his head, trying to maintain balance and not fall over.

"I'm a leg!" The same voice says again but he couldn't find where or who's voice was it coming from because the pain was getting worse by the second, he squeezes his eyes shut to focus more on trying to balance and the voice.

"Yes, we know Hunk you're a leg.." A different voice says then chuckles before it fades.

What's going on?

The headache slowly goes away, then he slowly opens his eyes as he stumbles a little before catching his balance. His view was his feet and the dusty ground where he stands. Slowly blinking the dust away from his eyelashes that prevents them to go to his eyes, he again looks around, hoping to see the voice, but no avail.

Maybe I'm slowly getting my memory.. he thought while he looks at the wrecked ship.

As the voice states. This ship belongs to a person named: Hunk. He cocks his head to his side at that name, it also sounds familiar. Frowning slightly he turns to look for any evidence for this Hunk person. And to say at least, there wasn't anything. He sighs then scans the horizon, smoke is fading into the sky and the fire seems to calm down to a dim, In his perspectives. But far away the flames are still blazing and violently covering and turning the planet into charcoal.

He ponders, should he take the red colour or the big white one. It would take forever for him to search around the big ship, or a building for all he knew. But what if there was someone alive where the Red one was but is in a critical condition. But-

"Oh my god!" A voice cries out tearing him away from his thought and looks around at the sudden voice. Did he heard a cry or..-

Another cry screams making him confirm that there was someone alive and could possibly be injured. He searches the area with his widens eyes, it sounded like it came from the Red colour. He dashes towards the red and it came to a better view of the red, it turns out to be a ship too. But it's not too badly damages as the others. As he quickly approaches the ship there was someone crouching over the ship and is breathing heavily.

"Hey..!" He calls out to the person, the person quickly turns his head around to see who's voice is that.

"Shiro? Shiro! You're okay!" He says with pain in his voice and stumbles over his words, but as he turns he reveals that he's missing an arm. The blue suit he wore, the arm that he found earlier belonged to him.

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Chapter Two: Hunk.