When the rescue center known as Voltron rescues Keith from an aquarium that could care less about him, he finds himself with friends he never knew he had. But, just when his life finally seems to get better; Keith is thrown into a whirlwind of new r...
The cell would have been dead silent if it weren't for the near inaudible clicking of the gears of the handcuffs being tinkered with. Every person in the room had long fallen asleep. Though, it wasn't that difficult now that Pidge couldn't see her hand if it was directly in front of her.
The blackout had happened little over an hour ago. Keith, Hunk, and Lance had all crashed, their minds and souls too exhausted to continue any longer. She and Shiro had tried to converse, but neither had really gotten into it; their conversations weren't the brightest anyways. What freed both Pidge and Shiro from their painful conversations, was the sudden darkening of their room.
One minute, Pidge could clearly see her friend leaning against the cement wall with a sad and exhausted expression on his face and the next she couldn't even see her own legs. They were completely blind. Helpless.
And that brought her to this current situation. It was damn near impossible to navigate in this impenetrable darkness, but she was Pidge. She thrived on near impossible puzzles and situations. She was going to figure away out of these handcuffs, even if she hand to bite her own hands off.
So, with extremely careful and slow hands, she maneuvered the small lock pick out of its hiding spot and gently slid it into her hands. That small process that usually took about three seconds, wasted about thirty minutes of her life. But she did it and now the pick was creating satisfying clicks against the lock.
Just a few more. . .
click
click
click
click
There! The pick slid in just far enough. There was a brief moment of the manacles tightening before she was able to pop open the restraints and she sighed in pure bliss and glee when the pressure was released from her wrist. The stupid metal had rubbed her skin raw. Gods.
She repeated the same process with her other hand, however she'd escaped in half the time. Who knew it would be so much easier with your hands in front of you? After rubbing away the throbbing that had become a constant in her wrists, she scrambled in the direction of where she believed Shiro rested.
Every inch she crawled, she felt as if she were two seconds away from breaking her nose. It was a very long process; crawling in complete darkness with only on hand to support herself. The other was stretched out in front of her, waving back and forth searching for anything. It took Pidge nearly thirteen minutes to finally touch something.
After roaming around in a seemingly vast and empty space, the surprise of actually reaching something made Pidge gasp. The surface her hand connected with was hard, but defiantly had some squish to it. She curled her hands into a fist and her fingers gathered a soft fabric. She ran her thumb against a small fraction of the cloth. A shirt. She tightened her grip.
That is, until something bony and painful connected with her cheek. Most likely a knee. A slightly panicked and defiant voice rang out. "Who the rutting hell are you?"
"Calm down, Shiro. It's just Pidge."
The older man let out a sound that sounded like a mix of a growl of frustration and a sigh of relief. "Gods--you can't do that to me."
Despite almost feeling sorry for her friend, she just replied, "How the hell was a supposed to find you then?"
Shiro sputtered, "You know what? We have better things to do than argue." Pidge rolled her eyes despite the absence of light. "Right."
Pidge's arm nearly dislocated as she stretched to find Shiro again. She inched ever so slightly forward. . . there! The surface she was touching felt like skin, so she deduced her hand was resting on her friends cheek. She scooted ever closer and trailed her hand down to his neck; past his collarbone, and down to where his hands were bound behind him.
She pulled out her lock pick and meticulously cracked open the cuffs. After the first loop released from Shiro's arm he nearly melted from relief. "Holy Gods. . ."
Pidge nearly chuckled. Nearly. But she had other things to do, to accomplish. So to make her progress easier (she doesn't know why she didn't do this before) she screeched, "Wake the Hell Up!"
A chorus of yelps, groans, and flailing caused her to cackle. She slapped her knee and laugh-yelled (you know when ur laughing really hard and ur trying to talk at the same time but its super hard?!?! Idk guys) "I wish I could've seen that!"
Keith's growl could've been heard all across the room. "I hate you." Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a faint purple glow. She flinched and said, "Only a joke Keith! Only a joke!"
The glow faded into nothing, "You thought I was serious?"
She paused, "Well. . . since I have all your attention lets get the hell out of here!"
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Chapter 21!!
Finally! Finally! Finally! I have published this chapter! I hope you have enjoyed it! There will only be about 4 more chapters I think and then we will finish the book! Sorry for the extremely long wait life has been crazy lately! But have have some news!! . . . . .
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