Lance Shots

Blue Ghoul

Not angst.
Just going with the flow.
Tiny bit of Shance.
A really rough and bad ending
Assassin Lance Au
This is really bad
Don't have high expectations
Inspired by another story
Also, spaces between "memories" means skipping to another memory
Lance pov
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***Flashback***
At the age of 5 I sit on the ground in the pouring rain after my "loving" family left me. My teeth chatter and I rub my fingers over the goosebumps on my tan arms. The rain soaks through my shirt and my hair dangles in my face. The only warm part on my body is the tears flowing down my cheeks.
I close my eyes and sink my head into my arms.
I feel a presence loom over me as the rain stops hitting my skin. I look up to see a man about 23 holding an umbrella over me. "Hello little one, are you lost?" His kind voice asks as he crouches down to see my face.  I shake my head. "What's your name kiddo?" He asks me. "B-Blaze O-Owens." "Wheres your family?" The man's says. I begin to cry more. "They. They left me. Told me I was no good. Told me they didn't love me." I say through my broken sobs.
He looks at me in sympathy and says "Well Blaze. I'm Wesley. How would you like to be apart of my family?" I look up at him and smile. "R-Really? You want to be my fwamily?"( this is intentional misspelling and bad Grammer. He's a five year old. Deal with it.) He smiles and nods. I jump up and down. "Yeah! Yeah! I wanna be your fwamily!" I say literally jumping in the puddles with joy. "Good. Let's go home Blaze." Wesley says as he takes my hand. We walk in the rain tiny hand in big to my new home and family. A new life awaited.
End flashback.
I ponder over the fond memory as I sit at the breakfast table eating some of Hunk's divine cooking.  The team was talking about some things on Earth as I just sat back and listened. Then Pidge said " Have you ever heard of the Blue Ghoul?! Or His other Name Blue Reaper? He's literally the coolest person ever.  They say he can ride from Kansas to New York in a matter of an hour because he rides so fast on his glowing neon blue motorcycle that leaves these cool tracks behind that glow!" " Yeah! He's like a superhero!" Hunk  added. This perked my interest, since they were talking about me. Keith sits back listening silently but I know that he's also interested. "That's impossible Pidge. And he's a criminal, he kills people Hunk." Shiro says. 'dang. Shiro will hate me if he ever found out' I thought. "So! He's still super cool!" Pidge argues back. I try to hold in a laugh cause Pidge thinks I'm  cool without knowing it and I actually have gone from Kansas to New York on my bike in an hour or less. Their argument continues on until curfew goes off and we all head back to our rooms .
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The little argument over me between the team has lasted a few days now. Even Allura and Coran got involved, pointing some things out.
Shiro and Pidge were in yet another conversation about whether I'm a criminal or not when Allura walks in. "Hello paladins! Today we will be doing a bonding exercise!" She holds up device that looks like a helmet, "This will allow your fellow teammates to see past memories in order to grow closer! Now who wants to go first?" She asks.
I feel myself  panic a little in realization at the fact that they will all figure out who I truly am. Just then Pidge stands up and volunteers. We all head to the projection room.
Coran places the helmet on Pidge and her memories began to project onto the screen. It began with her as a little kid playing with Matt, then being bullied for being smart, her family going missing, sneaking into the Garrison, hearing the Galra, and becoming a part of Voltron. Everyone goes and soon enough it's my turn. I get up, my hands shaking a little, before going over to Coran. Just before I do, I turn around and say, "I'm sorry. " I walk over to Coran and he puts the helmet on. Let the show begin.

Shiro pov

Why did Lance apologize before getting into the mind machine? I think. Just then, his memories begin to show.
It all starts out with one feeling. Loneliness. He was sitting on the curb all alone in the pouring rain and he was about five. Why was he alone at such Young age?
  "Hello there little one"
It fades to another memory, Lance was holding 2 guns and was firing them at targets, never missing a shot. I was amazed at his skill at such a young age.
  "Good job Blaze! Your doing great, a natural Sharpshooter." A voice of a man says.