Medical Tape doesn't Fix Trama(Voltron AU. Kidge?)

Chapter 4

Trigger warnings of this chapter: gore, self harm

HOLY SHIT! 100+ READS! WA- HOW?! THX! As a special treat I'll make a quick announcement

The song isn't mine. Also I have a list of mostly pidge related music on my YouTube channel Datgayandlesbian. If anyone want's a link to the channel to access my list I'll send it to you. ALSO! I may or may not make an amino for this book, so keep your eyes out for it in the next chapter~

Pidge POV~
I scrambled away, wincing as the person touched my ribs. Curiously, the quickly pulled their had away. I swear I knew them from somewhere but my memory was fuzzy. It would help if they would take the helmet off but I yelped as I was dragged to the arena.

Any notes of this person being helpful to me drown in my mind as I get asked questions.

"What is your name?" The masked embodyment of a cat but worse asked me.

I start laughing as response, grunting as I get kicked in the ribs and sent across the clearing. My so called "friend" not moving in to help. Instead when I roll to their feet after about 3 people hand my ass to me they just stare at me. "... pidge." I mumble, yelping as they bend down and touch me.

"It's Pidge." I say a bit louder, but am rewarded with a kick to the spine that sends me clear across the room. I lay there, a bloody mess.

 The glasses are luckily not on me right now so I lay there with my eyes flicking to each person. My hair had grown longer so it was by now a clump of matted ginger hair stained red by my blood. 

I close my eyes just for a second as the world turns from hazy to black, but I force them open as I bring my hand to my mouth and bite. Wincing as red comes off, I understood now and sighed. Another one of Haggars simulations. I start laughing and stand up.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHGAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~" The only pausing of the noise is when I have to gasp for air. They did it, they finally broke my mind, usually in the simulators I couldn't bite my hand. Because self harm in the simulators could make you exit the reality. This was real, they had abused me and my friend had betrayed me.

I looked up as someone had come at me, I dropped to the floor and they slammed into the wall. I quickly grabbed whatever weapon it was from them as my defense. I looked around, dodging attacks and making my own I had managed to get multiple pieces of rope from them and quickly fashion a crude version of my bayard. I looked up to late and stumbled back, then darted to the other end of the room. The knife was working and I soon got a second to make a similar build to my bayard as I went at one person and knocked their helmet off. Sending it clattering across the room.

I smirked, and tripped them, them saw the 80's mullet. Keith, the emo spicy boy.

Keith POV~
I was assigned to get Pidge. After a quick scramble of me underestimating the "smol human". Once I got her out of the broom closet I had touched her ribs and watched her wince. It would be better to just drag her by the feet, so I did.

She was a fighter, but not built for this kind of torture. For some reason I still find myself kicking her clear across the room. That's when I notice that she's still fighting the darkness that comes with passing out. Soon the bloody small is laughing and standing up. No less than 5 minutes later she has two knives and some rope.

Shit. She made a crude version of her bayard. In a flash she has knocked off my helmet and is still fighting.

TO BE CONTINUED~~~