The Reunion: Keith x Male!Reader

Chapter 25: Nightmare

The next time my eyes opened, it was to the sound of Allura's voice. I stood up, ignore the aches in my body that begged me to remain on the ground. I walked over to both Hunk and Keith. "We're on our way." The transmission ended once those words had left Keith's lips. I found support for my aching body in the form of the back of Hunk's chair.

"What's going on?" My question hung in the air for a brief moment. Before Keith turned to me.

"Allura seems to be in trouble. We gotta hurry."

I merely nodded. It wasn't long before we had returned to where this mission had begun. I felt the lion rock as we approached the castle. Once we had landed, Keith grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the Yellow lion. I looked back, watching as Hunk took off back into the field.

As we approached the Red lion's hanger, Keith stopped. He let go of my wrist. "Stay here."

"What?! You have got to be kidding!" I let out a frustrated sigh, "I have a ship of my own, let me help!"

I had be expecting to see a reaction from Keith, but I hadn't expected the ferocity that lay behind his eyes. The stare forced me to faulter. Keith stepped towards me. "You can barely stand. Your reaction speed is horrible. You look like shit" His voice held an odd calm that didn't quite match his eyes.

The shock I had initially felt quickly faded and I glared right back. "I'm fine—AHHH!" My body hit the ground before I could even finish the sentence. Keith stood up straight, now towering over me. It took me a moment to realize the bastard had knocked my legs out from under me.

"If you were in a good enough position to get involved, that would have been so easy." Keith paused, the fierce fire in his eyes dying down. He sighed, holding out his hand. I glared, then sighed, accepting his hand. "Go get some rest. We have this under control."

I bite back any argument that had been building up. I just simply turned around and headed towards my room. The moment my head touched the pillow, the pain flared and my eyes closed once more. This time I was not met y pleasant dreams, nor the black void I had begun to get use to. No, this time it was something far, far worse.

The first thing I saw was a purple light. The first thing I heard was a scream. The first thing I smelt was a scent I wish I would never have to smell again. Blood.

I found myself paralysed. My breathing progressively growing harder and harder. And then I heard it. I heard someone call out my name. I spun around, only to be met with horror. There was my brother, bound, blood and unmoving. His eyes wide open and void of life. I wanted to scream, but I found myself unable to make a sound.

A flash of orange light was the next thing I saw. Flames rose higher than my eye could see. "(Y/N)..." A voice weakly called out my name, "(Y/N)... (Y/N)...(Y/N)..." Over and over it called out. Then I felt it, something latch on to my ankle. Slowly I looked down, falling back when I saw the mangle d body of Kiren reaching out to me, "Help... me..."

As I reached out, he as engulfed by the flames. The next thing that caught my attention was the rhythmic sound of something dripping to the floor. My breathing grow shallow as I collapsed to the floor, trying to cover my ears. But the sound only seemed to get louder. "Come now Wolf... looked at what you have accomplished... Be proud of your work... my son." The voice was distorted, but I knew exactly who it was.

I hesitated, but some force made me look up. The sight I was met with made me sick. The paladins hung, bound and beaten. I couldn't see a single one of them breathing. I looked at my hands, they were covered in blood. Their blood. I collapsed, curling into myself and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

My eyes opened as I shot up in my bed. Breathing hard, body shaking and a cold sweat running down my back. I stared at my hands. They were clean. I looked around; I was in the castle. Managed to take a few deep breaths. Eventually my breathing steadied. Becoming aware f my surroundings just in time to see my door open. A certain black haired young man in a red jacket enter. A tray with food in hand.

For a moment, he didn't notice me. But the moment his eyes landing on me, I could see the shock in his eyes. Keith quickly placed the tray down and rushed to the bed. "(Y/N)! Are you okay? You look like you are gonna be sick."

Keith waited. But when I didn't speak here sighed. Pulling me closer. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry about earlier." I shock my head and rested it on his shoulder.

"That... That's not it..." My voice was rough. It hurt to speak.

"Then talk to me... please."

I couldn't help it. Even thinking about the dream made me sick. I could hold it in. The tears fell, yet I could bring myself to tell Keith what I had seen. How do you tell someone that you just dreamed of murdering them and their friends?

How do you tell them that you dreamed of betrayal and yet... somehow... it felt more real then anything you have experience since returning to the castle?