Wake Me Up~A Sequel to Don't You Trust Me

Chapter 7

"You're not alone Keith, you know that? Right?" Shiro asked, his head tilted to the side. "You don't have to be."

"I was alone for so long there's no reason to change that now." Keith mumbled.

Shiro had no response to that. He simply turned his head to look out the window. The black expanse of space only distorted by the flashing lights a million miles away.

Just as the stars were Keith began to feel himself farther away. It was as if he was zooming out on a picture. Shiro never moved positions; he kept his eyes focused out the window. Keith reached out for Shiro, as he did so the room went dark and he found himself sitting up in a bed. An arm covered in purple skin was stretched out before him, he threw the covers back stumbling from the bed as he made his way over to the mirror.

Yellow eyes were staring back at him, just beneath his black hair. Keith's eyes widened as he scanned his entire body. His skin was covered in a deep lilac purple. The pale white skin from before was long gone. What had happened? Was this even real?

The questions circled his mind as he passed back and forth in the room. The last thing he remembered was-

What was the last thing he remembered? Keith paused eyes closed in concentration. Fingers running through his hair, Sentries bursting in, separating him and someone else. The pleasurable feeling of fingers in his hair was stopped abruptly. A blaster was placed against his head.

That was it.

Keith dropped into a squat hands against his head. I know I'm missing something! What is it!

A knock sounded at his door and he was back on his feet granting entrance with hidden hesitance in his voice.

A simple cloaked figure entered. In their hands grasped a full armor set with the highest ranking just short of Zarkon and Sendak etched into the chest plate.

The figure set the armor on a stand. They then turned to face him. They then bowed, hands pressed together. Keith was then left alone.

Blinking his eyes and shaking his head. He tried to wrap his mind around what he just witnessed. Did a druid just bow to me? He didn't have time to process it before another knock sounded at his door.

"Zahmoht, Hurry up! The prisoner's questioning won't start itself."

Keith glanced to the armor, reaching for one piece he began to put it on, "Just a second," he responded, slipping the chest plate over his head.

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If it was possible for Keith to be anymore panicked then he was, he would've completely lost it by now.

Currently he was walking down the hallway with Haggar of all people by his side. She talked to and treated him like a partner. It was concerning to Keith as to how much time he was missing.

"She was giving the guards a little trouble last night, so the guards had to put her back into check."

Keith didn't need to know what that meant. So he simply nodded as he followed Haggar into the cell.

Chained to the wall by her wrists was the prisoner. When she looked up Keith was shocked to find it was Lance. She looked at them, or more specifically him. The look in her eyes was more than disdain; it was a sadness as well. Even as the blood trickled from her split lip, Keith watched as her gaze hardened the longer she looked at him.

What had he done or more accurately been brainwashed into doing?

Keith glanced over at Hagger only to find her already looking at him. He fought to keep his face neutral as far as she knew he was under her control.

"Your orders?"

"I'll talk to her," he said without thinking, what was he going to say he had no idea.

No one had moved to leave the room, "alone," he growled as aggressively as he could.

The sentries wasted no time exiting. Haggar was a different story. Instead of leaving immediately she stepped in front of him blocking Lance from him.

"Remember what I said about her," That was all she said before she followed the sentries out. Her exit was echoed by the cell door being shut and locked into place.

Lance glared at him. She shifted her arms slightly dragging it across the metal flooring. Keith opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Lance.

"You've won. What do you want now?" Lance snapped, "I've already given everything I know to the druids."

"No you don't understand," he said, "I'm not who you think I am."

"Oh please, enlighten me!" Lance retorted.

"It's me. Keith!"

Lance paused. Her eyes tracked him for a moment, seemingly trying to decide whether to believe him or not. "If this is some sort of sick twisted form of torture I'd much rather you kill me."

"It's not torture. It's really me!" He whispered yelled, too afraid to go any louder. "Believe me!" He knelt to the ground a few feet between them.

"Prove it." Lance replied calmer now.

"How?"

"Get me out of these chains." She stretched her arms forward. The chains were coated in her blood, from the cuts they made as they slid across her wrists.

Keith took a key-card from his belt, sliding it into the slot on each of her cuffs. The cuffs dropped to the ground with a clang. Before he even had a chance to react Lance had tackled him to the ground, pinning him down.

"If you really expect me to believe that my own captor is someone from my life then you are sadly mistaken. Keith is dead, and I'm not going to allow his name to be soiled by a Galra general."

No response was given in return as the cell doors burst open and several sentries restrained Lance. Haggar entered a few seconds later, her eyes immediately going to Keith, who was still laying on the ground.

He watched as he approached her making no move to stop her when she reached out and tapped him. He simply allowed himself to succumb to the magic that put him into a deep sleep. After all he was dead, wasn't he?