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Possessed Part 2 (Keith x Reader)

Y/N watched as Lance parried and returned Keith's blows. Although he was not as talented a swordsman as Keith, Lance was still able to successfully keep up. For now, at least.

Stop staring like an idiot and find a way to help him! Y/N thought, shaking herself out of her stupor.

She activated her bayard, and pointed the resulting laser gun at the two paladins. She aimed, intending to shoot Keith's weapon from his hands, and give Lance an opportunity to incapacitate him. But they were moving too quickly.

Shit, she thought, trying to predict their movements. She was just newly trained with her own weapon. Y/N started to panic. She couldn't do this. She'd just end up hurting one of them. But she couldn't stand by and watch either. It wouldn't be long before their battle became unevenly matched, and Keith gained the upper-hand. If he did...well, she didn't want to think about that. It really looked as though he meant to kill her.

Lance grunted, as Keith dealt him a blow to the ribs, knocking him to the ground. Now. She fired two shots in close succession at Keith's blade. But he deflected both of them just as fast. He turned towards her, completely forgetting Lance, who was still groaning on the floor.

Y/N's breath hitched as Keith made his way to her, his glare a menacing one. Instinct overtook her and she flew out of the room and into the hallways, as fast as her legs could carry her. She dared one look behind her, finding Keith right on her heels.

Shit, shit, shit. If — no, when — he caught her, it would be game over. She couldn't beat him using brute force. She needed to find another way.

Think! She tried to quiet the panic rising up inside her, and make room for rational thought. Upon finding a small room, she threw herself into it and sealed the door with her gun. A tick after, a loud banging began as Keith tried to follow.

Y/N looked around, assessing her surroundings. She was in some sort of OR. An operating table lay in the middle of the room, illuminated in purple lighting, with surgical equipment laid out beside it. Bottles containing foreign-looking liquids were stacked in a cabinet at the back. One was set out beside what appeared to be an anesthetic chamber.

This is either very very convenient or a very very bad idea. She reached for a syringe, but was startled by the screeching sound of a sword cutting through metal. Y/N scrambled for what she hoped was the Galran-equivalent of isoflurane. She blindly hoped the dosage would be enough to — BANG! The door collapsed, and Keith ran towards her. He pushed her against the back wall, knocking bottles from the cabinet. His hands encircled her throat.

Gasping for breath, Y/N could feel herself losing consciousness. With her last bit of strength, she jammed the syringe into Keith's neck. For a few ticks, nothing happened.

She had failed. She was going to die. At least Keith would be the last thing she saw before she closed her —

Keith's grip loosened and his eyes drooped. He dropped her, and stumbled backward. Y/N held her throat, taking a moment to catch her breath, before dashing forward to catch Keith's falling form. His weight pulled her with him to the ground. Y/N cradled his head, leaning down to check his breathing. Good, she thought, he seems to be breathing normally...I think.

A few ticks later, Lance skidded to a halt in front of the ruined doorway upon seeing the two of them among the broken glass.

"Aw, I missed all the fun."