Look out above

Conscious monsters

Lance was forced into a chair as he was in a white room where there was a large mirror behind a white chair across a white table as he was being chained down too.

He stared at the mirror with a glare but could couldn't help but look at himself. He's mostly used water as a reflection, mirrors where more rare.

Soon Veronica walked in with her clip board and sat in front of Lance as he glared at her darkly but she was unfazed.

"I'm Veronica, I'm only here to talk, those doors stay locked so no one can get in..." Veronica looked at Lance as he tried to move in the chair to get to a more comfortable position leaning back but the wounds made it hard.

"Or out," she sighed noticing his discomfort.

"All I ask is for you to easily answer what I ask... Okay? I don't need any more torture in my home," Veronica looked at him sadly.

"No torture? Then how many more deaths?" Lance snarled at her and she was taken by surprise.

"You can speak, and speak English and understand it," Veronica nodded smiling a little.

"Is that all I am? Just a test of what's up there? How bout this, come up and we'll show you what the real world is," Lance spat as Veronica looked at him slightly unfazed.

"Do you have a name, general?" Veronica asked and he stayed silent.

"Alright... General, why don't you tell me about your tribes? Territory? How can you sense it? Do you have like sixth scent?" Veronica asked simply and Lance laughed shaking his head.

"Stupid puta, we mark, as in carve our symbol on trees or a certain type of land, or we're just smart enough where things are," Lance leaned his wrist on the table as he was exhausted of the weight.

"And they're clans, not tribes, altea, galra, empire, Marmora, are what your under, the land above is all of those, and you'll be fucked if you go in guns blazing in the wrong one," Lance smirked at her darkly.

"Which ones the wrong one?" Veronica started to write things down.

"The empire, they'll rip you to shreds, they're not to compromise with, they don't care," Lance shrugged smirking.

"The Marmora? You won't see them coming, they're a rare society, trained younger than we are to be the best, and they are," he nodded. "Tops I saw, your captured two,"

"The galra, they're violent, strong, big, like the radiation made them up to seven feet tall, I've seen taller, the Marmora have taken in some of their best worriers, even offering their leader, their king to join, you can't kill him easily unless he surrenders for the honorable thing," Lance looked down and Veronica saw the pain in his eyes as there was a longer pause.

"And altea? They have a queen, will do anything for her people, it was her that brought the Marmora to us as an alliance, I was the one that brought the galra for an alliance," Lance clenched his fist.

"Your from the altea clan," Veronica nodded.

"Next in line for the title," Lance nodded glaring and that caught her attention.

"Is it family?" She asked.

"Unless she has children before I marry," Lance pursed his lips.

"What are those chances?" Veronica pursed her lips.

"At this point... I hope she has children, cause I don't think getting married is an option anymore," Lance whispered as he felt slightly more defeated. He wanted to bring his hand up but it only reached half way for him to reach his necklace.

"Whys that general?" Veronica asked quietly.

"Cause you killed my fiancé..." He closed his eyes. "Not even 12 hours ago, and his loved ones don't even know,"

"See Veronica, we're not so different, my people, we love, we cry, we kill because we protect ourselves, from the rabids, from the enemies, from you, the monsters that we've told children to not worry about, I've told Harper that rabids are the monsters we have to worry about because they attack when they see movement... I was so very wrong," Lance looked at her dead in the eyes.

"Your the monsters, because you have a conscious, because you make plans to kill us, send your troops to burn down villages that don't have clans, that want peace, to just live," he shook his head.

"We don't do that..." Veronica gulped.

"Plaxum, I rescued her five years ago when I was thirteen from her burning village, she and three others where survivors, I carried her but I feel and got a cut on my face cause I got scared, cause that night when I rescued who once was a total stranger... That night was the first time I heard a gun shot," Lance licked his dry lips as he had no emotions on his face.

"We don't have guns, we have arrows, and knives and swords, poison, rocks, spears, and axes, not cowardly guns," he spat as he glared.

"I want to leave, go ahead and take me back to my cell or chain me to the floor, it's better than seeing you play innocent, this is my second time in your hell hole you call home, and I'm not going to cry because I'm scared, I'll cry because i know I'm going to loose another friend down here," Lance said calmly as he sat straight in the chair and didn't care that what's left of his shirt fell. It was only his scars, he didn't scar, let her see that as a boy, he's stronger than anyone that believes what they do is right.