~a/n just like in the cartoon Lotor is gonna have fricken amazing sword fighting skills.... I swear that wasn't an innuendo....~

Keith screamed, he was somewhere dark. He got knocked out when Lotor and him jumped out the window so all he could remember was what happened on the plane. How could he be so stupid? Lance would never love him. He should have known.

Keith hugged himself and tried to get up but immediately fell back down when a searing pain shot through his leg.

"No" Keith cried "please no".

Because he wasn't able to use his legs he crawled. Obviously he had no idea where he was going but it was worth a try. It was then a thought struck him.

"I'm such a dumbass" Keith clicked his fingers and a flame appeared, illuminating the whole room. How did he forget about his powers. Man jumping from that airplane must have done things to his head.

The room was empty... completely empty. In fact there wasn't even a door. There was a window with metal bars too high up for him to reach.

"Huh" Keith was confused. How did he get in? There must be a hidden door or something that he wasn't seeing.

Keith looked around, touching the walls around him to see if there was a difference in texture. Nothing. No difference.

Keith sighed and slumped down to the floor. He leaned back against a wall and closed his eyes, thinking. He frowned, all of a sudden he felt like he was falling but ... he couldn't ope his eyes. What the hell?

Keith was in a room. It was alike the one he was already in but there was a glow on the wall. Keith walked towards the glow and found a handprint about half way up the door. Keith touched the handprint and immediately felt himself falling again. He woke up with a jolt. He looked around. He was back in the room. He looked at the wall where the hand print had been.

"Maybe... just maybe" Keith walked towards the wall and put his hand on the same place the handprint had been. The door opened.

"How did that happen.." Keith muttered underneath his breath. He shook his head. That didn't matter, what mattered was getting out of this place as quickly as possible.

Keith ran out the door and found himself in a hallway, he chose to go right because.... he had a good feeling about it. He kept running, not even stopping to take a break to breathe. He just wanted to be back with the team.

"My my... you're a smart one aren't you. I guess I was right after all." Keith told himself to keep running but he stopped anyways. That was Lotor's voice.

"What do you want with me?" Yelled Keith. He couldn't pin point where the voice was coming from because it seemed to be coming from everywhere; the walls, the roof, behind him, in front of him and even under him.

"Keith, my dear, I'm simply helping you to be the best you can be. After all, I'm the one who helped you escape from the room.

"No you didn't "

"Yes I did. You see, I can sense half galras easily since I'm one too and you Keith, we're cut from the same cloth." It was then Lotor appeared right in front of Keith. Keith knew he should have run, he should have stabbed Lotor but, he didn't.

"What are you talking about?" Keith questioned. He wanted to find out more.

"Keith, you're half galra. You're just like me. I can help you Keith, achieve the strength and power you want deep down. I know how you feel Keith. You and I, were one of the same. What do you say?"

"No" Keith said, confidently. He didn't want anything to do with Lotor or his plans.

"I thought you might say something like that so I plan to keep you here till you change your mind, don't worry, it won't take too long" Suddenly a cage landed on Keith preventing him from escaping.

"Goodbye Keith, we'll talk later."