Broken

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This chapter has some major, major trigger warnings that I feel I must warn you of before you start reading. Once the chapter reaches a certain point, you will see another trigger warning, but I figured I should leave one here in the beginning, too. So, yeah. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS AHEAD! You can go ahead and read until you reach the warning in the middle of the chapter, which will then give you the option to just skip to the end notes, where I summarize the chapter. BE SAFE WHILE READING THIS PLEASE!

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The moon was quickly nearing its highest point in the sky, indicating just how late it was as Keith sped down the road. The good thing about driving at this time of night was that there weren't many other cars, so he could just focus on racing towards Matt's house as quickly as he could.

He'd been there once before to pick up Shiro after a party ended up with them getting too drunk to drive themselves, but he still knew the route by heart. Even if he didn't, he was sure his panicked state would've forced him to remember the route.

He wasn't entirely sure why he had such a bad feeling in his gut, but he was sure that he couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to see Katie. It had to be now. There was always the possibility that he'd just be disturbing the family since it was so late, but that wasn't important to him at the moment. The only thing that mattered was asking Katie to tell him everything she knew about Lance, so that he could come up with a plan for where he went from here.

After tonight, Lance will be gone. That text must've played through his head a million times now, but as bone-chilling as it was, he welcomed it. He thought those words through over and over again, letting his fear fuel his speed. 'Desperate' didn't even begin to describe him right now as he sped down the highway towards the Holt household, praying that Katie could help him help Lance.

***~Lance~***

Lotor asked Lance multiple times throughout the car ride if he wanted to sleep, but of course he denied it every time. While he had been exhausted earlier, all symptoms of fatigue had faded upon learning that Lotor was taking him somewhere personal to him.

Lance had never known anything about Lotor's personal life, even throughout the two years they had spent together. The most he knew was that Lotor was affiliated with the Galra company and thus was a man of very large influence, which just made Lance even more giddy over the fact that Lotor wanted to be with him of all people. He'd always wanted to be more involved in his life, though, so hearing that Lotor wanted to take Lance somewhere to meet some friends was like a dream come true.

He didn't bother to question where they were going as he bounced on Lotor's lap; he didn't need to. It didn't matter to him—all that mattered was that he was finally getting something he had wanted ever since he and Lotor first got together. This was all the proof he needed that Lotor really did love him as much as he said.

The limo stopped outside of a bar that had a paint job with a color scheme that was even darker than the Web. The side walls seemed to be several shades of black, following a gradient towards the front, where there was a door that might as well have been the embodiment of night itself, especially when the sky was as dark as it was. The place screamed 'shady' in every sense of the word, and it didn't seem to be trying to hide that fact, either. Even Lance could discern that much despite his peppy eagerness.

"It...looks kinda dark." He laughed at himself for saying that, bumping his head against Lotor's chest and looking up at him with two big full moons for eyes.

Lotor grinned and stroked a couple of fingers through his hair, looking up at the building. "Yes. It does. Come on, sweetie."

They exited the limo arm and arm and walked towards the building, which Lance quickly identified as a bar. It was quiet for a bar at this time of night, but it was a bar nonetheless. There was another bar just a few yards away, so he assumed maybe that one was stealing all the customers. Like two spiderwebs side by side; one catches all the prey while the other one remains empty.

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