Subj: MBH Chapter Eight:
Date: 9/17/99 9:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time
From: dr_kat@hotmail.com (Kat G.)
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A teeny little bit of coarse language...
Chapter 8:
The final results of the examination were displayed on the computer screen.
Doctor Gorma studied the data for a moment. “Well, the ‘curse’ seems to
have changed course. The new dormant memory sites are now becoming active.”
“What’s happening to the old ones?” questioned the princess.
“They’re gone,” replied the doctor.
“Gone?”
“They have been completely destroyed.” He checked the results again. “And
if the data is correct, this destruction is happening throughout his body.”
“Can you stop it?” asked Coran.
Gorma looked at all the data pouring in on the screen. “Sir, to tell the
truth, I don’t even know where to begin.”
Allura was overjoyed. “Did you hear that, Lotor? It’s going away? All
the evil and darkness is going away for good!”
Lotor was sitting up on the examination table, his eyes staring at nothing.
“For good?” he murmured.
Just think,” the princess continued, “you won’t have to worry about Doom.
You won’t be haunted by your past life because it won’t exist! And no one
will harass you for being the Prince of Doom or a Drule or a monster because
you won’t be! You’ll be free!”
Lotor did not say anything. He put his fingertips on his forehead to
think. One thought ran constantly through his head: empty. Empty.
“Lotor?” Allura knelt to his eye level. “We can be friends now instead of
enemies.” She lowered her voice. “We can be MORE than friends now, and
they won’t think it wrong.”
Lotor felt a faint stream of love flowing from her. Isn’t that what he
wanted? He could live here as a friend, a lover, a...a ghost.
“Lotor?” Allura touched his arm gently, but he did not stir. “What’s
wrong?” she asked.
“Free...” he whispered. He finally focused on her. “Allura?”
“What is it?”
“I’m dying. I’ll never come back. Half of me will...never come back.
ME!” He put his hand to his chest. “Half of ME will be dead!” Allura
watched as his eyes again lost their focus. “What will that make me?” he
questioned.
Allura could not answer or offer any words of encouragement. All her joy
of the news was swept away by his words and replaced by puzzlement, then
anger. But, isn’t this what he wanted, she wondered. Didn’t he want to be
accepted instead of scorned? Didn’t he want...didn’t he want to be with me?
“Yes,” he said softly to her thoughts.
“Then WHY all this doubt?” she snapped. “Why would you EVER miss that
demonic part of you?”
“Because, it hurts to be empty.” Empty.
“Empty?”
Suddenly the prince’s head shot up. “The CASTLE!” he yelled, as he stood
up.
“What?”
“The castle is coming under attack!”
Allura quickly looked over at Coran, who was furiously punching codes into
a computer panel on the side wall. He read the screen, then sighed in
relief. “No. Everything’s fine,” he declared. “You must be picking up the
robeast.”
“What about the ship?” Allura questioned.
“The Doom ship is still in far orbit. It does not seem to be part of the
attack.” Coran watched the screen for a moment. “In fact...it’s leaving.
It’s gone.” He looked at the princess, puzzled by the turn of events.
“But, I sense an attack!” Lotor insisted.
“There’s no...” A rushing sound came from above.
“What was that?” exclaimed Doctor Gorma.
“It was the robeast flying over the castle,” replied Coran. Another loud
rush of air was heard. “And now Voltron.”
“Did it hit the castle?”
“Not at all. It just flew over. I’ll track it to make...”
Just then, Nanny came barreling into the room. “PRINCESS!!” she screamed,
“YOU HAFF TO GET OUT!!!” As she hit the locking mechanism on the door,
everyone in the infirmary could hear the sound of weapons firing.
“What the HELL?!”
“Zey’re in the castle!”
Coran looked at the screen, which now displayed a small craft just outside
the castle. “Damn it! A ship must have sneaked in while the scanner was
tracking...”
“Never mind ZAT! Get her to safety!” Nanny grabbed the princess and
hurried her to the other door. But, it was too late. Both doors were now
under heavy attack by blasters. The main door was almost destroyed as
robotic arms wrenched the pieces of metal apart.
“Are there any weapons in here?” Coran asked the doctor.
“Not unless you want to use a hypodermic,” Gorma replied. “Wait! There is
a laser scalpel...”
The door finally collapsed. Nanny placed herself in front of the princess.
Everyone was bracing for the assault. “Coran?” Coran turned his gaze
from the door.
“What, Lotor?”
They were now backing up away from the entering droids. “Is it ‘EXTREMELY
necessary’ now?”
“YES! Yes, it IS!”
Without another word, Lotor stepped in front of them. His body began to
glow brighter, his right hand turning a blazing white. He flung his hand
out, and a ball of fire shot forward. As it hit the first droid, the power
spread to engulf the entire troop. Then, the ball erupted. When the light
died down, all that was left was a layer of metal shards on the floor.
“HO...LY SHIT!!” Coran exclaimed before he could stop himself.
Fortunately, Nanny was too stunned to reprimand him. They were so shocked
by the display that no one paid any attention to the hole forming in the
second door.
Four soldiers came in after the droids. They couldn’t even fire their
weapons before the elf crossed his hands together, and a stream of liquid
cold hit them, freezing them in the magical ice.
Everything seemed under control. Then, in his supernatural state, Lotor
could just barely hear the sound of growing panic. “The other door!” he
heard Dr. Gorma yell out.
“No one’s...NO!”
“PRINCESS!!!”
Lotor withdrew from his spells only to feel a strange presence. He whipped
around to find that a lone person had entered the room while he was busy.
The old woman! He remembered her from Doom. Yet, instead of threatening
him with her magic, the woman held her gnarled staff, glowing a sickly
green, tight against Allura’s throat. “Allura!”
“Don’t even think about it!” Hagar told him with a smile.
-Kat
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