Arrest Me, Officer {Klance}

Chapter 16

mrc2 Note: here is an attempt at not-so-detailed action
one - because i suck at writing action in general
two - it was hard to find the right muse on how to actually write this chapter.
if anything comes off as weird, i apologise.

"The things acting and a little fake blood can achieve." Lotor grinned at the two of them. "She's been happy to play along with me as long as I didn't hurt her precious little brother. Now, who was the one who was protecting the other?"

The noise that came from Lance's mouth could resemble a growl. Keith spared him a glance to see how his blue eyes were flaring in fury. Blue fires ready to consume anything in their flames. He looked as though he was a predator, ready to pounce and kill. Keith managed to take a small step towards him, ready to grab him before he did something he'd regret. When Gabriella spoke up, the duo's heads snapped to look in her direction.

"He offered me money, Lance, enough to get our family a big house. Papa will get to retire finally, he'd be able to stop overworking himself. We'd be billionaires, heck, we'd be trillionaires. None of us would have to work again." Gabby tried her best to smile at her brother but Lance continued frowning at her with anger-filled eyes so her smile faded as soon as it appeared.

"And that gave you the right to fake your death?" Lance sounded accusing. As if she was a criminal and he was blaming her for murder. Her gun was lowered now but it was still there, a reminder that she could actually become a murderer if she really wanted to.

Keith was glad his glasses were getting all of this on record. This was good evidence but he needed more, a complete confession to his crimes, so that Lotor would never see the light of day again. Gabriella would just be dragged down with him. And Lance knew that but he was continuing this. He wasn't pulling all stops just so that his sister wouldn't be taken in for the crimes.

"Yes." Gabby replied. Wrong answer.

"No, no it doesn't. That wasn't you protecting me, that was you playing along with his sick game." Lance pointed an angry finger at Lotor. "He's not a good man. He 'murdered' you. He'd do it for real if he wanted to. You think he'll honestly split the money?"

"I may not be a good man but I am a man of my word. That is the only reason why you, my favourite Blue, are not dead." Lotor interrupted the siblings' conversation. "However, I can quite happily kill the pesky policeman without second doubts. That will please me greatly."

"Hurt him and I'll kill you." Lance's voice was harsh, his tone dark and his fingers curled into fists at his sides. If he looked like he was going to kill beforehand, he looked like he was going to brutally murder now. Keith's eyes widened a fraction. Lance's words were so undeniably believable that Keith knew if Lotor lay a hand on him, Lance would destroy him. He was capable of it. But Keith refused to let him commit murder. Even if it is this disgusting creep's murder. The thought that Lance would murder for him... Don't you dare.

"Feisty." Lotor grinned, "I like it. But I'm already promising not to hurt one person, I don't want to do that again."

"Lance. Think about it. We can help our family if we have a good amount of money." Gabriella said, her voice more pleading now as she spoke.

"Help them? They don't need help, Gabby, we're happy the way we are." Lance turned on her again except his gaze was much softer than what it was like upon staring at Lotor. Keith knew that it was hard for Lance to properly get his head around the fact his sister was on the 'bad side'. "We don't need the money. You think we'll know what to do with half of it?"

Gabriella's hands were pulled to her chest, the gun pointed to the ceiling. Her eyes were wide as if she'd just seen the world in a new light for the first time. She seemed to be considering what Lance said. She would've looked like a scared, innocent girl had Keith not known about the situation. Keith couldn't help but think she had been an idiot. Pretending to play dead? Had she done anything else? That question was answered.

"Your friend, the pretty girl I danced with. She's called Allura, am I right?" Lance's head jerked in Lotor's direction with wide eyes. Keith immediately lowered his body slightly and raised his fists in a fighting stance, ready to attack. Lotor knew who she was? "Gabriella told me all about your friends. Use her as a distraction while you came up here to get what you want, that was your plan." Lotor chuckled at the fury-filled stares he was getting from the duo. "She's alright, I simply told her I lost interest. Might've slapped her with that. That black-and-white man is very protective over her." Lance would've lunged for his throat had Keith not grabbed him. "And what is it that you want? Money? The gem?" Lotor gestured to the gem around his neck, "Evidence? If that's what you want, I have many bags of drugs surrounding us right now." Lotor looked at Keith straight on and his lips curled in a grin. "I have murdered many people, I don't remember names but if you showed me their faces, I'd remember. I kidnapped Gabriella here just to add to my little game. Is that what you wanted to hear? Did your camera get all that?"

Keith's body went tense. He knew about the cameras? Shit...!

"Once I kill you," Lotor pointed a finger in Keith's direction, "And silence you," point to Lance, "I will destroy every piece of evidence you have."

"Silence him?" Gabriella spoke up hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

"Do I need to go into depth?" Lotor asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked over at his 'associate'. "No, no I don't."

Keith took Lotor's change of attention as his opportunity to attack. It managed to catch Lotor off guard as Keith barrelled into him, using his momentum to slam the man to the floor. Lotor reacted almost instantly as soon as he felt Keith hit him, twisted his body to change the direction of the fall. Keith landed on his back, Lotor shoulder jamming itself into his chest. Lotor seemed to understand the situation quite quickly, slamming his elbow down into Keith's stomach while the policeman was still beneath him. Keith let his mind shoot back to training, thinking of the various ways to get someone off of him. When an idea came to mind, he hooked his leg around Lotor's waist and managed to wedge his arm next to Lotor's neck before using all of the strength he could muster to roll them over so he had the advantage.

The quick change of action in the room had both Lance and Gabby watched the two fall to the floor. Lance made to go help but Gabriella closed the small distance between the siblings and held an arm out in front of him to stop him from going any further. She wanted to stop him from helping Keith. Lance wasn't having any of that.

The next thing Keith knew, Gabby was on the floor and a gun was in Lance's hand. Lance's sister was unharmed aside from the fact she'd probably have a massive headache when she woke up from how hard Lance hit her. He wouldn't do too much damage. He loved her, she was his big sister, no matter how enraged he was at her. Lotor and Keith continued to fight, fists meeting chests and jaws while knees met guts and feet met anywhere they could reach.

Lance looked down at the gun now in his hand. He could use it to kill Lotor. He could get rid of him. He could save Keith. Lotor deserved it. He was going to hurt Gabby, he tried to have Lance explode in that building, he was the reason for so many people's death. People suffered because of that man. He deserved to die. He deserved to die. He deserved to die. He deserved to di-

But that was just an easy way out.

The fighting pair flipped once again. Lotor knelt above Keith, one knee pressed firmly against the cop's chest to keep him down while the other kept himself steady. Fingers closed around Keith's throat, tight and unyielding. He felt his airway get cut off. He was unable to even take a breath in. His hands shot up to claw at the hands around his throat in a desperate attempt to get them off of him. Keith narrowed his eyes in determination, looking up at Lotor's grinning face. The other looked bruised already, a split lip and strands of hair falling out of place. The white contrasted clearly with the bruises that were already forming on his face. Out the corner of his vision, he saw movement.

Lance had raised the gun. He was pointing it at Lotor. He was going to kill him. No, please no. Don't do it. Just immobilise him. Stop him but don't kill him. Don't kill him! He's not worth it.

"Let him go." Lance ground out.

"If I must." Lotor replied before his fingers suddenly left Keith's throat. Using the leg on the floor already, he propelled himself upwards and made a lunge for Lance instead. Keith watched in slow motion as Lotor grabbed for the gun.

Then Lance shot him.