Creative Writing: My Hero's Break

Nothing seemed to scare him more then the quiet before the storm. It wasn't a familiar feeling for Keith, fear. Often he didn't even spare a moment to worry about circumstances before rushing into dangerous missions head first. Usually he had Lance in his ear, edging him on, filling his head in that calm and confident manner, his voice filling the silence of space. Now, Keith was left to listen to the void, his nerves prickling at his skin underneath his armor. Screw the silence, he thinks, screw Lance and his stupid hero complex, screw the universe for putting him here.
He knows he’s tense, stiff as he waits around the corner of where he truly wants to be; but he can’t seem to will himself to relax. The sound of passing footsteps echo along
It had been too easy to sneak aboard the galra ship, too easy to connect to Lance and Blues energy through Red, even easier to slink down the halls and pathways to this point. He’s not entirely sure what he’ll find when he opens that prison door, he just hopes he’s not too late. Shiro had been missing for an entire year, Lance had been missing for two months. Then again, the galra hadn’t known they had a paladin of Voltron when they had captured Shiro. His count reaches thirty and the galra turn down another hallway, Keith is quick on his feet and rushes to the metal door separating him from Lance. With the touch of a palm the door slides open, the room before him is covered in black shadows that morph as the light from the hallway creeps in. There in the corner, a hunched figure sits against the wall, its body pulled in close, seeming to shrink as the light reaches towards
The small movement reveals so much. Matt isn’t in good shape, he wobbles and leans into Keith’s shoulder, and he’s sure he can see an unkindly shape jutting from Matts ankle; he prays it’s just the shadows. With a quick glance into the hallway to check for the all clear, Keith carries Matt out into the open. They manage an awkward shuffle as they go, their speed leaving something to be desired, but he keeps it to himself. He knows Matt isn't to blame, he also knows by the look on Matt’s face that even now he’s pushing himself. Keith feels his throat constrict, a growl whispers through him, red voicing his anger in a way Keith