Stone Cold

F i f t y s i x

"FUCK!" Zarkon threw a chair across the room as it broke against the wall as five men stood on the sides, frozen in fear of their bosses wrath as lance was tied to a chair on the side as well flinching away from the broken wood.

"He took out my best driver! That son of a bitch!" Zarkon kicked his desk over as lance raised a brow smirking a little.

"Maybe your just not as smart as you think you are," Lance mumbled but gasped when Zarkon kicked him in the chest and he Landed on his back with a thud in the chair.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I put it to better uses," Zarkon spat at him as lance rolled his eyes.

"It's hard to sympathize when this wouldn't have happened if you let me go and stop killing my friends!" Lance snapped back but gapped when he was grabbed by the throat and raised in the air.

"I told you to shut. Your. Mouth," Zarkon snarled bringing Lances to his face.

"Aww.. You seem to be having a bad day, is something troubling you?" lance cooed back but was dropped on the ground.

Lance whimpered at the pain in his body from being kicked and punched and beaten in so many ways, the cut on his lip, bridge of his nose, and on his forehead stung. The bruises decorates his body in black, purple, grabbed and yellow. Luckily they didn't break his bones but he knew it was close, bruising the bone or spraining something. He was just sore and exhausted.

They heard gunshots near by and screams as zarkons phone on his desk began to ring. He lifted Lances chair to sit up right again as lance panted to catch his breath, confused when Zarkon looked even more angered.

"Go ahead and let them in, let's chat," Zarkon said annoyed and hung up.

The doors opened a body dropped at the entrance with a knife in their neck, lance saw blood splattered against the door as the man was on his last few seconds of life with the knife in his throat.

"Come on in boy," Zarkon set his gun on the table behind him as the five men in the room glared but didn't move.

Lotor stepped over the body with a dark look on his calm face, ezor and Axca behind them, ezor looked relieved seeing lance. He smiled excitingly seeing the girls with his boyfriend.

"You've caused quite a mess," Zarkon looked at his son as Lotor kept his eyes on lance, almost looking disgusted and shocked at the same time. Lance pursed his lips as his big blue eyes pleaded.

"What do I do to get lance back?" Lotor asked skipping to the point.

"What makes You think there's anything you can do?" Zarkon smirked.

"Lotor..." lance breathed wide eyes. Lotor glanced at him looking angry.

"I-I'm Sorry..." he gulped softly. Lotor softened at the guilt in Lances eyes.

"H-how did you find me?" Lance asked as neither of the men spoke again, Zarkon snapped his head at lance as Lotor looked at him again.

"I have my ways love," Lotor told him calmly.

Zarkon cocked his gun as everyone tensed, Lotor couldn't feel his legs when Zarkon aimed the gun at Lances head, the cold barrel pressed against his hairline.

"I'm done playing games," Zarkon spat.

"No wait!" Lotor stepped forward as lance closed his eyes bowing his head down. He didn't want to see the fear in Lotors eyes and he didn't want him seeing the fear in his.

"There has to be something, some deal we can make, please don't kill him," Lotor inhaled deeply as he was so close to just touching lance again.

"A deal? Your begging me to make a deal with a bastard like You?" Zarkon smirked amused.

"I am," Lotor nodded.

"Get on your knees and beg then," the older man smiled as lance looked back at him.

Ezor and Axca rolled their eyes not thinking he would, but both were shocked seeing Lotor bow to one knee without breaking eye contact with his father.

"I beg of you, what do I do to get him back? This has gone on long enough," Lotor clenched his jaw as Zarkon quirked his thick brow amused.

"How does this welp mean anything to you? You both are pathetic," Zarkon chuckled.

"He means as much to me as mother did to you," Lotor said in a low tone.

His father sneered and shot the gun.

"NO!" Lotor screamed as lance fell on his side in the chair still from the impact, with a scream when a bullet went into his arm.

"Please enough!" He yelled getting back to his feet.

"You're wasting my time father, if you do not have anything for me to do to get him back than I'll take him myself," Lotor sneered as lance felt blood pooling around him.

"You get to choose," Zarkon told him finally.

BANG

"Ezor!" Axca gasped as the pink hair girl fell to the ground gasping as she was shot in the side.

"You can pick one, the other bleeds out," Zarkon smiled as Axca was at ezors side immediately but three men grabbed her to hold her back.

"Father-" "you said make a deal, this is my deal," he cut the young man off.

Ezor whimpered in pain holding her side as she laid on the ground, she turned her head to look at lance as he seemed to be on the verge of tears. She smiled at him as they both had blood around them. Lance shook his head, she had zethrid, she was close to lotor, she didn't deserve to die.

"Get her out of here!" Lance cried out seeing how much she was bleeding. Zarkon kicked him in the jaw to shut him up.

"They'll both die if you don't hurry," Zarkon sighed as Lotor clenched his fists tightly not knowing what to do.

"Hey, I'll be okay, just take them and go," Lance gulped looking at his lover. Lotor knew he meant more than the girls, he meant the kids too...

"Times ticking, theyre looking a little pale,"

Lotor inhaled deeply and glared up at his father with a dark look in his deep blue eyes, making his decision best he could in the little time he had. He came here for one thing and he had to be fast.