Disturbed Utopia

The Warning.

Lance was having difficulty with wrapping his mind around everything that has happened in the last 48 hours.
He has faced his worst memory, met new people who he would know for the rest of his life, and has already started dealing with some serious shit happening in Altea.
On top of that, he still had to attend the Academy! Lance felt the feeling he was going to begin to hate life more than he already had.

"So, basically if we add the Z code here, we will get the right formula!" Hunk said as he looked over Pidge's shoulder at a laptop type thing given to each of them from Coran.

"I have nooo idea what they are saying," laughed Shay speaking to Lance.

All six of the council members sat around a large, wooden table in the Altea Academy's main library.
They were all supposed to be studying, yet instead Hunk and Pidge were talking non-stop about something or rather about their devices, Shiro and Allura were well acquainted and were whispering to themselves on one end of the table, and on the other Shay and Lance were joking around and messing around with Hunk and Pidge.

"Neither! What geeks," Lance joked

"Shut up Lance, at least I have great knowledge and am continuously expanding my mind," Pidge retorted, looking up from the screen before her.

"I don't need this 'knowledge' you speak of. I have my good looks that will get me by," Lance smirked with an eyebrow raised.

Pidge looked unimpressed. Although before she can continue this banter any further, Shiro spoke up.

"I think whilst we're not doing any work, we should discuss this gang issue. The Blade of Marmora is our main issue. Not The Galra Circle. We have to do something to stop these criminals," Shiro said, with almost no emotion besides anger.

*Geez* Lance thought *he won't take a break*.

As that thought crossed his mind Allura spoke up from beside Shiro.

"Whilst I agree that's our main goal, for this week our priority is to get to know one another. From what I gather we are all strangers. But we need to become close, we need to trust each other. I think I can persuade Coran to let us have a vacation for the rest of the week and get to know one another," Allura argued with her soothing voice. Even Shiro looked entranced. He then realized this and shook his head.

"No, I don't agree that's our priority right now,"

"Okay, let's put it to a vote," Allura conceded, "all for work?" one hand goes up, Shiro's, "all for a vacation?" The remaining five make their vote.

...

"Please Coran! You are the one that said we really should get to know one another!" Lance argued, so very eager for a break.

Coran stroked his mustache. "I suppose you are right Lance," he sighs, "I will organize something fun for you all soon. Please be patient."

"Of course Coran," Allura smiled at him. "Now, I think we should all go home for the night. Let's meet back in the meeting room tomorrow."

Everyone nods, even Shiro who has been trying his hardest to take charge.

Lance gathers his bag, and laptop... thingy, and goes to his new found friends. He says goodbye, receiving a tight hug from Hunk, which Lance was not mad about.

...

It's currently 10:00pm. Lance was alone, walking down the dark streets of Altea.
Lance never felt unsafe in such an amazing city, so he foolishly walked along with headphones in and listened to loud music The music was keeping him company.

If only he hadn't been so comfortable.

The next thing Lance remembers is a sensation of a pinch suddenly appearing in the back of his neck. He struggled to look behind him to see what was the cause of this feeling. He was able to turn soon enough to see a person with a hood over their face, taking out the needle of his neck.

The darkness of subconsciousness greeted him.

...

"Ugh, where am I?" Barely escaped Lance's mouth as he came to. He groggily observed his surroundings.
He was in a... hospital room? At least that's what it seemed like.

Lance tried to slowly sit up, yet the restraints on his wrists and ankles stopped him.

He struggled for a bit, pulling on the restrains with as much strength that he could muster after being drugged.
Lance swallowed the spit that pooled in his mouth

"Hey!" Lance tried again, this time sounding louder, "what do you want with me?"

Lance tried to pull out of his restraints more. He was lying down on a hospital bed, stains of blood on the bed sheets. He panicked, hoping to whatever higher power there was that it wasn't blood that had once belonged to him.

Through the drumming of his heart in his ears, Lance didn't hear a static noise beginning in one corner of the hospital room.

Although, he did notice as a voice broke through the static.

"Lance McClain. We need to speak."
Lance noted that the voice was distorted as if the speaker was disguising their true voice.
"Your council is corrupt. You have no one you can truly trust you. We wanted to warn you," the voice continued.

"Uhhh," Lance had difficulty grasping was happening before him, "who are you?"

"We are The Blade of Marmora," *shit* "but we are not what you think we are. We are trying to free the oppressed people of Altea. We are not the threat."

Lance refused to believe this. He has never faced any issue with this gang, but he has friends who have.

"Bullshit," he spits out, "you kidnap, torture and kill people. You ARE a threat" he then screams out, to no direction of the room in particular.

He hears a sigh over the intercom. "They are brainwashing you. The Galra Circle have infiltrated the Altean Government."

Lance continues to accept these lies. The Blade of Marmora just need a spy in the council, therefore they are trying to brainwash him!
"Let me go! Now!"

There is no response.

Then a few minutes pass when a door opens suddenly. A figure walks through it. A figure Lance recognizes as the person who drugged him. This person still sporting the hood over their face, holes cut out for their eyes.
This unknown person walks to Lance's side, needle in hand.

"Oh no no no no no, you are NOT drugging me again!" He tries to pull away from this person.

"Lance, look at me,"

Lance reluctantly looks at this person in the eyes... their eyes... how does Lance know these eyes?

"I know..." he starts, "your eyes look familiar."

The person ignores Lance. "I need you to tell Shiro what I have revealed to you,"

Lance continues to ponder about those beautiful, purple eyes.

"Like Shiro will believe any of this. I don't even believe you."

The person hovers the needle over Lance's neck, of which Lance doesn't process because his eyes are too focused on the other eyes.

"Tell Shiro Akira says 'vrepit sa'" and with that, the needle pierces Lance's neck, the pinch too strong for Lance to ignore.

Then once again, Lance is greeted by darkness.