A Small Piece for The Antithetical Goofball ½ (Voltron - Langst)
If you haven’t read the two part story The Antithetical Goofball, go read that and come back.
After some debating and asking, I’m going to write how Lance killed his teammates then I’ll write the epilogue after he did. It’ll take place a little after the ending of the first part.
A big part of why I’m doing this is thanks to @onimi18
But for now, enjoy the brutality of murder.
Lance had broken out, the glass in front of him in shards. A bright blue aura surrounded him. Sheilding him from physical attacks and attack on his mind. He walked towards the elevator. No doubt a least one person was heading down because he broke out.
He was going to kill them. Starting with whoever came down here first.
The elevator door opened, revealing an angry Keith. Lance’s eyes narrowed down. “Lance, what are you–!?” Lance held his hand out and Keith put his hands to his neck. Keith had to drop his Bayard, that Lance kicked down off of the hallway and down into the dark open pits around them. The pone hallway that connected the elevator to the cage was all the ground there was. If he moved even a yaed to his side, he would fall off.
“L.. L-lance! St.. Ha.. Stop!” Keith cried, his face turning red. He dropped him, making Keith fall to his knees. Still holding his neck as his lunged begged for air. Gasping in big gulps of it. Lance kicked Keith’s face, sending him into the elevator doors. “Don’t tell me to stop.” Lance says. Glaring down at Keith.
“L-LANCE! Stop this. I’m not your enemy.” Keith says, shakily standing up. “Not.. My enemy? Does a friend, an ally.. Lock you up and threaten you? Do they put you down and yell at you? I’m by no means an expert on how friends should act.. However I don’t think they do that…” Lance says, his hand stiffing with blue aura around it. Making it sharper and harder then diamonds.
“They don’t hate each other, either.”
He rushed at Keith, stabbing his hand into his intestines. Keith’s eyes went wide open, his mouth agap. Neither words not moans could find its way out. Only choked air. His hands cupped Lance’s hand. His eyes meeting Lance’s. Blood poured over their hands and Keith started to cough. Blood lightly coming out of his mouth. “Oh. Oa..kagh..” His breathing went heavy. Lance stared at Keith, no emotions crossed his face. He didn’t know if they were watching. He hoped they were. But they might be out of the cameras view.
Keith’s eyes swelled up with tears, his mouth shakily frowning. His hands moved, shaking violently. Covered in blood, he held Lance’s apathetic face. “L.. La.. Lance.. Lance. I.. Don’t.. I didn’t want this. I don’t hate you. I.. I..” Lance’s hand pulled out of Keith’s gut. He gasped, choking on the air as he slid down the elevator door. He held his wound, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t fight. He almost didn’t want to. But the pain was almost insufferable.
“You do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have yelled at me, belittled me. Don’t try to lie. You won’t catch my mercy now, Keith.” Lance held out his palm, and Keith’s body rose. Making the pain intensify. Keith almost screamed, his body being dragged along the wall.
“Lance.. Lance I don’t know.. I don’t know why, you are doing this. I don’t know if you’ll snap out of that.. That look on your face… I know you feel like no one cares about you.. I know it seems we just don’t care.” Keith was seeing spots, he almost couldn’t make out where Lance was. Keith stopped, his body pressed tightly to the wall. A black pit beneath him. “But we.. I care about you! I do. I know I don’t show it. I’m not good at it. I thought.. I thought you knew that. But I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Lance. I wouldn’t say this normally… I just.. I get so mad…” He gulped, the pain spread around his body, blood dripping from his open intestines to his leg. “Lance. I really care about you.” Tears went down his face and onto his chest.
Lance’s palm turned into a fist. Making Keith start to choke, not on air or blood. But his throat inclosing on him. “Quit lying to me! I can’t stand the lying! Everyone says they care about you then they betray you. I don’t want to hear it anymore! Not from my Mom, or Hunk, or you!” Lance screeches. He let go, and watched–his eye not losing Keiths– as he fell down into the black pit beneath them.
Lance’s own tears went down his face. He sucked it up, sniffling as he wiped them.
The elevator opened. Shiro looked at Lance, gasping at the blood on him.
They were out of the cameras view after all.
He raised his hand and threw Shiro to the side, cracks were heard when he reached the far off steel wall. “L-lance!” He choked out in pain. “Shut up, Shiro. I’m not in the mood. You let me be insulted, hurt, and belittled by the team. I don’t want your words.” Lance says coldly. The previous encounter leaving him heartless.
“Lance, wait no, please. Let’s just talk– did.. Did you kill–?” Wrong move.
Lances faced shifted to sadness and anger and let him drop. Shiro screaming Lance’s name was he fell down.
He walked to the elevator, they no doubt saw that one.
He pressed the button. Waiting for the elevator to get to the top. The feeling of emptiness consuming his body, making him numb to anything he saw or heard.
He was faced with Hunk and Pidge. Both looking tear striken. They held their Bayards tightly. Lance raised his hand and Pidge’s Bayard flew out of her hands, slamming back into her face. Making her fly to the wall, where the Bayard went through her head. Hanging her limp body in the air. Hunk screamed, tears freely flowing down his cheeks.
“Pidge? Lance! Lance!” He screamed, it was incohesive to Lance. Lance glared at Hunk, walking towards him. Hunk, who’s hands were shaking violently was unable to hold his Bayard. Making it fall to the floor, he backed up. Scared. Fear flowing through his eyes and veins.
“Lance..” he says with his hands in front of him. “Lance w-we’re friends? We went to the Garrison together! You don’t wanna.. Hurt me?” He asks, his voice and tone treating Lance like a fragile pet. “We were friends.” Lance says, getting closer. Hunks legs betrayed him, making him fall to the floor. Lance teleported closer, his eyes now crazed. “Why did we stop being friends? Why didn’t you like me anymore!? Why did you stop caring?!” Lance cries. His hands wrapping around Hunks thick neck. Lance’s powers boosted him. Making him hold Hunk above the ground, choking him.
“Why!? What did I do? I don’t understand!” Hunk couldn’t answer. Not that anything he said mattered to Lance. His emotions were now bursting through.
Hunks face started to turn red, then blue. His finger tips doing the same. He coughed and tried to pry Lance’s finger off his neck. Even trying to hit Lance. It meant and did nothing to him. Spit came out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back.
He stopped moving, Lance knew he was dead. Just unconscious. He snapped Hunks neck. Letting his body fall to the ground.
Lance looked at the Castle of Lions communication room. Where Allura and Coran are no doubt hidden.
It made Lance mad she would let them die for her, when she didn’t deserve it. She was a coward.
He burst down the door. Making both Coran and Allura shriek. Lances hand went up immediately, making Coran fly to the side of the room. Blue rope went around him, making him unable to walk or move.
“Princess Allura, oh, or should I just say Allura? Your planet being, dead, and all.” He laughed, Allura flinched at the comment. Coran shook, “Lance please! Don’t do this! You’re better then–!” A gag appeared and stuffed itself into Corans mouth. “Not now, Coran. This is a personal issue.” Lance says, a smirk playing at his lips. Allura stood stright, cameras we’re all of the main screen. Meaning she had watched everything on Camra.
“You were watching? Great. Because I can assure you, your death, will be much, much worse.” Lance assures, stepping forward. “Lance, I know you feel like we don’t care about you–.” Allura starts, Lance freezes. They had audio? Because that’s what Keith said, was she trying to copy Keith? How dare she. She wasn’t Keith. She was going to die painfully because she deserved it.
“Shut up, Allura! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!” He yells, “You are nothing. You are no pincess, and you are no person to me. Non of you are people to me.” Lance yells, his hand went out to Allura. Making her float up. Then she slammed down a audiable crack was heard. She went back up. Then down. Another crack. She went back up, her screams we’re loud. Then back down. She landed on her head. Her body shakes.
Blood coming out of her mouth, she must have broken some ribs and internal bleeding. “How do you like being hurt, Allura? I must say, it looks good on you.” Lance laughs, lifting the bloody Allura up. She had nothing to say, nothing that mattered now. She was smart enough to know he wouldn’t spare her. Not after her actions.
“Ya’ know, Allura. We have this.. These movies on Earth. The Jigsaw movies. It’s all about torturing those who deserve it.” Lance says, a strange device appearing in the air.
Allura had brackets connected to her rib cage, her body supended in the air.
Lance grins, “The Angel Trap, Jigsaw III. 2006.” He says. “This beauty will tear open your rib cage.” Lance says, looking at the contraption. It looked like a ring cage itself, but this one was attaching itself to a real one. A little key hole on it.
“And to make it more authentic, I have placed the key to get it off, in a small tub of acid.” Lance laughs. The tube of yellow acid appearing nwithin reaching distance to Allura.
“It’ll no doubt burn your hand if you put your hand in it. But– it’s that or have your rib cage torn out.” Lance says, Allura’s distressed face went to pain. The device was attached to all her ribs. Broken and not. It hurt, it also pressed down on her, hurting her ribs and bruises.
Allura looked at the key and back to her torso. Her hand shakily reaching out, the second one of her fingers touched the acid– she screamed. Her hand retracted and when she looked at it, she felt faint. Her skin was burnt, and rinkly.
She didn’t last, she couldn’t take the key. Resulting in her her own ribcage getting torn out of her. She fell to the floor, bleeding out in pain.
Corna sobbing, having watched the entire ordeal.
Lance looked to Coran, his restraints being removed.
“I’m done. I’ll be going Coran. I’m won’t hurt you, you were nice to me.” Lance says, sounding almost crazy.
Blue welcomed back her Paladin, despite his disturbed mental state and his kills, he was hers. She would welcome him back, no matter what.
They drove off, looking, now for they were going after the Galra. Not to help the universe, but for it to know now, that something far worse was out there…
Coran didn’t last three days, his thoughts were plauged by his friends Deaths. How could someone, someone he trusted and loved. Do this? To kill them all in cold blood?
He could only stare at the gun.
Hding it up to his temple, he pulled the trigger.
Okay! The next part will be after he kills Lotor and Shay’s and a lot of other planets. No spoilers, but it gets sappy.
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