(A/N: Some parts of this chapter contain violence.)
Planet Tarsus, Dr. David Hawkin's Underground Medicial Complex: Regen Tank #3
Lotor was dreaming. Dreaming of the battle - of the flames and the explosion that consumed his command ship. His last glimpse of Voltron - victorious and
his last thought before the darkness was of her.
In his dream he screamed,for he was falling from his ship, his body consumed in flames. He plummeted downward knowing that his death was imminent. In a way Lotor welcomed it, for it would be at last an escape from the torments he had endured. Perhaps at last he would be free of her.
Any moment now he would slam into the ground, his bones broken, the life yanked out of him.
Instead he landed on something soft - a bed. His bed. He looked at it in amazement. He sat up, looking about. His chambers. But how?
"Lotor?"
HER voice! He looked in the direction where it had come from and he saw that Allura was there.
"Allura?" he rose from his bed and like a sleepwalker he went to her.
She stood still, a look of calm on her face. To his delight, she wore an ivory gown of silk - one that was worn in the privacy of the bedchamber. It was something he had imagined her in (and out of) many times. Without a word he gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Amazingly she kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Yes. This had been what he always wanted. Nothing would separate them now.
Suddenly she seemed to fade away for a moment.
"No! Don't go!" he cried out.
"Lotor! Help me!" Allura reached out to him.
Then like many dreams he had before, he saw taloned fingers encircle her waist and her neck. A shadowy figure behind her chuckled in evil glee as he slowly squeezed Allura's neck and ran his other hand upwards to molest her.
"No! Damn you, FATHER!" Lotor roared as he charged them.
His father's laughter reverberated in his ears and he also heard a low hissing sound.
---Rejuv cycle zeta 921.00--- End of cycle in .30 seconds----
---disengage system locks in 30 - 29 - 28 - 27...----
..A low hissing sound. Lotor felt coldness creep around his body where the warmth had been before and knew it was the coldness of his father - the real monster. His father had somehow dodged him and still had Allura, who was struggling to breathe and to pry his hands off her.
"You can't win, boy. You're a failure in everything.."
"Liar!" Lotor roared. He launched himself towards his father and Allura again.
---cyronic cycle complete---comencing vertical placement of pod----
A whirling was in his head and he felt that helpless rage that came upon him at times. He hated feeling helpless especially in regards to his beloved.
His father somehow kept dodging him. Allura looked scared and disgusted. She still could not break free of his father's grip. He could not let his father kill her! He would die first!
"Lotor! Help me!!" he heard her cry and in desperation he launched himself forward, knowing he would not miss this time.
The next thing Lotor knew, he was on a cold floor. He was sopping wet with - something gooey. He looked up and his vision was nothing but a grey blur. He couldn't see! He got up and his legs were shaky as if they had been in one
place for awhile. Where in the hell was he? He had to find a wall or
something. He stepped forward and hit something. He cursed under his breath.
It was then he heard a voice - HER voice.
No. It couldn't be - but there it was again!
Then he heard a muffled lower-pitched voice. It was his father-he just knew it.. Lotor's body stiffened in anger. He had to get to her! He just knew that Allura's danger was real.
Allura looked steadily at Zarkon and said, "I will report this, Zarkon! You will not intimidate me."
He was still angry. He would put this woman in her place. She had been asking for it for a very long time. He wanted her to be broken and weeping for she had stood in the way of all his plans long enough.
His hand shot out towards her neck and clamped down on it. Immediately her hands flew up to try to pry his hand off.
"It'd be so easy to snap your neck, my dear." Zarkon smiled evily. "It's just a matter of where you place your fingertips."
"You - won't get away with this." Allura said.
"How predictable. Are you frightened yet, princess? Oh no. I forgot. You're the self sacrificing type - willing to die for your people."
Allura shivered. She did not like what he was leading up to. She took one of her hands away and went to where she had her weapon. It was gone!
"Looking for this?" Zarkon grinned, holing up her weapon. He threw it carelessly across the room. He was in a good mood now. She was helpless.
Allura took her hands and used them as weapons against Zarkon's face.
Her nails raked his cheek, and in response Zarkon squeezed her neck tighter,cutting off her air. Allura struggled under him, gasping for precious air while Zarkon used his other hand to molest her body. It was then that Allura felt fear run through her like wildfire. She'd rather be dead than suffer his touch. It was what made her nightmares so vivid of him when she was younger,for Zarkon had promised her father that he would defile her. It was only after the guys came to Arus and resurrected Voltron
that her fears subsided. It was then Lotor who plagued her dreams, but his had not been as terrifying as the ones she had had of Zarkon.
She somehow kneed him squarely in the groin, but the light armor that he wore protected him and he did not go down. He gripped her neck tighter and Allura was beginning to black out.
"Are you frightened yet, my dear?" Zarkon asked.
He released his grip slightly so that she could speak. Allura only gave him a defiant glare, not willing to show her fear.
"Always the defiant one! By the time I am through with you, you won't be so stubborn."
Zarkon was anticipating breaking her will. It wasn't what he had planned when he came here, but it was a pleasant bonus. He squeezed her neck tighter, giving Allura very little air and his free hand started to rip at the garments she wore.
Allura willed herself not to black out for she knew if she did, he'd carry out what he intended anyway. She fought him with her hands despite the fact that he was cutting off most of her air. Suddenly his hold on her neck was gone and then he hit her, sending her to the floor. Allura, seeing stars from his slap scrambled up, but Zarkon was on her, using his greater weight
against her. Each time she fought, he slapped her until she was dazed and unable to fight.
She heard his chuckle from afar as he ripped at her suit and in desperation she cried out without thinking, "Lotor! Help me!!"
Zarkon only laughed at her in derision and then slapped her again.
"Shut up. No one can help you now. I suggest you enjoy it while you can.I certainly will.." his eyes glittered with a barely concealed lust.
Tears blurred Allura's vision, which suited her fine. She did not want to see his horrible face leering down at her.
Suddenly Zarkon grunted in pain and then he collapsed on her. Allura shrieked in revulsion, which didn't help her head any.
"Allura!"
Lotor? How could he be here unless - She didn't care. She looked up and indeed saw it was Lotor - sopping wet and naked as the day he was born, but Lotor none the less.
"L - lotor.." Allura said shakily. She looked at Zarkon and saw what he had been hit with - it was a fire extinguisher. She hoped Lotor killed him, but she suspected that it would take more than that to kill Zarkon.
"Did he - ?" Lotor growled.
"No..help get him off me.."
Lotor crouched down and felt for Zarkon's feet. Allura looked at what he was doing and realized that he could not see! Lotor dragged Zarkon off her and Allrua got up. She went to Lotor and looked at his eyes. They looked the same, but they stared ahead blankly.
"Lotor, are you all right?"
"I can't see. All I see is grey and lumps of grey - things, people I guess." he sounded like he was in shock.
"I'm sure your vision will come back." Allura said. "We need to get out of here before your father wakes up."
"I hope I killed him.." Lotor growled.
"Me too, actually. Come on, I'll help you back."
The instant she touched his bare back, Allura looked, she REALLY looked and saw that he was stark naked. She had been too preoccupied before to really notice. She looked at his strong chest and his arms and her gaze went lower.
She blushed horribly and brought her eyes upward again. He certainly looked like he had been healed sufficiently. His face held a little bit of scarring, but otherwise he looked the same.
She had never realized just how finely made he was.
"Like what you see, my love?" Allura heard the old arrogant tone of his voice.
"No!" Allura said, blushing horribly again.
He laughed. "I have NO idea what is going on but I am glad that you are here, Allura."
She was molified, but they simply had no time for this.
"We don't have any time. We need to get out of here before your father wakes up. He may still try to take you back to them!"
"Them?" he frowned.
"I'll explain later!" She grabbed him by the arm and jerked him forward.
Blind Faith - Chapter Seventeen
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